The three Qi brothers kept their mother's words in mind and did not leave anything behind.
But who is Yan Laoer? Can that be easily evaded?
In the end, each person left with four large bowls of noodle soup.
A mixture of white and thick noodles, chewy wide noodles, large fat and thin meat slices, the color of soy sauce is soaked in, it is a drooling reddish brown, garnished with green vegetables, four poached eggs are placed on top of the soup noodles in turn, and you can take a bite
Go down, your heart will be slightly glutinous, and it will be entangled between your lips and teeth...
Yan Yu breathed a sigh of relief.
Grandma Rong still has a way.
The whole lasagna is filled with meat, vegetables and eggs. It's very affordable. The most important thing is that it has soup. The noodles go into your stomach and the soup soaks you in it, which makes you feel full even if you don't feel full.
Not long after, the sound of the Qi family's wife pulling the soles of her shoes was heard from the Qi family next door.
Yan Laoer hurriedly handed over Charcoal's accounts to Yan Yu.
The three of them followed Qi Da and went to the old place in the forest to burn charcoal.
It seemed that the three large mounds of soil were not enough, so we had to add more.
In addition to completing the orders at hand, he also needs to stock up on more and have enough goods.
Yan Yu was reluctant to write directly in the notebook, so she first used a wooden stick to write and draw on the ground.
He whispered softly: "Our family takes the lion's share of the charcoal business, but at that time my father did not agree with the three uncles of the Qi family on the ratio. Now let me calculate, how much is appropriate? There is no standard. Isn't this cheating my daughter?
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In response to her request, Li Xuemei opened the paper bag containing seeds on the platform and ordered a book for her.
Don't tell me, this paper feels different, it feels friendly to the touch.
"You calculate the cost first." Li Xuemei suddenly said: "Sooner or later we have to buy the forest land, and the cost of entering the city and the cost of the journey back and forth must be included in the calculation."
Yan Yu thought for a while and understood what her mother meant.
"Mom, are you saying that we can't just rely on having the three treasures to count the loss of livestock?"
"Well, if we don't want others to think it's surprising, we can't hold any differences in our minds. We have not separated our families. All accounts must be able to withstand inspection. All the money earned has its origin and is clear." Li Xuemei said slowly.
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Yan Yu agrees with this and lives as an ordinary person. As long as they are calm, no one can see anything wrong with them.
What is the highest state of being a liar? I have deceived myself, and I believe it without any doubt.
"We have to buy the forest land. We will continue to harm the trees in the forest in the future. I am afraid that someone will have objections over time. As long as it is our own land, we can also replant it while cutting it down and plant some fast-growing trees.
, from now on we will burn charcoal every year, there is an inexhaustible supply, and it will be burned endlessly.”
When thinking about fast growth, we must mention bamboo.
It grows every year, the bamboo shoots are edible, and the branches are used in various ways. Even the charcoal produced has a proper name. People call it bamboo charcoal.
Yan Yu felt that he must make a note of bamboo. If he had the opportunity, he would try to see if he could grow it in Guanzhou.
"Mom, you said that for burning charcoal, my father and the four of us are enough? What I mean is, if we continue to do this all year round and the business becomes big, will we add more people?" Yan Yu asked.
Li Xuemei: "Absolutely. Your father will not only focus on charcoal. He will not let go of anyone who can make money."
Yan Yu nodded, showing a row of neat little teeth: "I thought so too. Dad used to be like this. He would sell whatever he wanted to make money. His small shop had all the goods, and the funds were tied up a lot..."
Li Xuemei glanced at her and said, "Don't say this in front of your father. He thinks he can't bear it. No one can steal his business."
Yan Yu promised: "Don't worry, mother, I won't dampen my father's enthusiasm.
But in this case, I think 25% is an appropriate ratio."
Li Xuemei calculated in her mind and nodded slowly.
"I think it's okay too."
Yan Yu sorted out Charcoal's accounts in a few seconds, and couldn't wait to go to her mother and whispered: "Mom, take the bamboo slips used to make paper and study them!"
Li Xuemei glanced at her eldest nephew and niece who were still asleep, shook her head, and said softly: "Wait a little longer."
Yan Yu sat back again, feeling scratchy in his heart but calm on his face.
I finally stayed up until my eldest brother and eldest sister fell asleep.
The two of them moved further away in tacit agreement.
The two heads came together and looked at each other for a long time.
Yan Yu was the first to ask the question: "Why does it look like...it's not making paper...it looks like...waste paper is being reused?"
Li Xuemei felt the same way, and patiently read it over again, and affirmed: "It is a method of re-washing and beating old paper into pulp, and then processing it into paper. It seems quite simple, so it shouldn't be difficult to get started."
It’s also written above, as long as you master the skills of scooping paper and baking paper.
The biggest expense is the need for a fire wall. His newly built house has six sides, and he can put them on any side he wants.
Yan Yu deduced it carefully in her mind and found that it was just like what her mother said, it was very simple.
Compared with the paper-making method that has several processes in memory and requires time to ferment, recycled paper is fast and labor-saving.
I just don’t know if used waste paper is easy to recycle, so it’s not cheap.
"The paper made using this method may be a little dark in color," Li Xuemei said.
Yan Yu:……
"So, if we make this paper, there is a high probability that it will not be sold at a high price."
She couldn't laugh or cry.
I'm afraid that when they make it, the toilet paper will be whiter than this.
As soon as Yan Laoer came back, he heard the bad news.
"Why is it still recycled paper?" He said anxiously: "It's not easy to sell. We have realized the freedom to use paper, so we can use it for whatever we want, but if we sell it for takeout... it's not worth it!"
"Make it first and then talk about it, even if it only saves money for practicing calligraphy." Li Xuemei said.
Yan Yu agreed: "Yes, dad, if you save, you will make money.
You need it most, think about the county school, Dad!"
Yan Laoer was dumbfounded.
Suddenly, he found that this recycled paper was a good match for him. If he wanted to practice calligraphy quickly, he couldn't just write on big rocks on the ground. Writing on paper gave the best feeling and allowed him to master his writing skills. He really couldn't bear to part with good paper.
There is no burden at all on reusing this waste paper, just use it as you like.
“What other tools do I need?”
"Bamboo curtains for papermaking, flat wooden boards." Yan Yu thought about it and decided that it was probably just these two.
Yan Laoer said: "Let's try using our household waste paper first. How about washing the paper?"
"Let's sew a bag, tie the rope tightly, put it in the river, and let the water wash it away. It will be easier than washing it ourselves." Yan Yu praised his wit.
Yan Laoer suddenly lost most of his interest in making paper and immediately found a substitute.
"Where's the bamboo slip for making sugar? How is it written?" he asked hopefully.
Li Xuemei happened to pick up the bamboo slips and read them.
When he asked about it, I wanted to laugh a little, and said, "We all ate it when we were kids, but we never thought we would have the chance to make it ourselves..."