Chapter two hundred and thirty nine; feast(2/2)
Corn stalks cost 20 cents each.
It is so cheap that for tourists, bringing dozens of them is not stressful at all.
So, the corn in the fields began to suffer.
The corn on the cob was broken away and the corn pole was cut off.
Dozens of tourists, even if they buy twenty corn poles and twenty corn, the total is thousands.
All of a sudden, nearly acre of land was gone.
When Wang Zhen saw it, he smiled happily.
Because although he doesn't charge much money for tourists, no one knows that he actually made money.
You know, according to his budget, the maximum output of a mu of corn is only 800 kilograms.
And the price? According to the price in recent years, the highest price is only 80 cents.
Eight hundred pounds are more than eight cents, which is only six hundred and forty yuan.
Plus the harvesting process.
Time to chop corn poles.
In fact, he earns even less per acre of land.
But now it's different.
A corn is 50 cents, and a corn rod is 2 cents, which is seven cents.
Even if he counts as one thousand corn per acre, he can earn 700.
One is to work hard to earn 64.
One is that you can earn 700 if you lie down and don’t move.
That's good? Is that still said?
Not to mention that in this process, the consumption driven by tourists is the real big deal.
Tickets are one hundred.
You have to charge money for cooking and eating.
It seems that most things on the farm can be eaten for free.
But, is there another tourist who can really make money back on tickets?
Chapter completed!