A month after waking up, Shen Qingyu quietly stepped on the scale and found that her weight had reached 140 pounds.
At this point, Shen Qingyu herself couldn't bear it.
I can’t get fat anymore.
My mother is right: no matter whether a man changes his mind or not, you must first know how to cherish yourself.
She doesn't want to get sick at an early age, and then she will have a lot of basic diseases and her life will be unhappy.
So Shen Qingyu decisively gave up the staple food.
Not to mention, my weight is no longer rising rapidly, and it has basically stabilized.
Make braised vegetables every day, watch bean sprouts, and then watch the peppers and soybeans grown by the refugees under the protection of a group of dragon guards...
Busyness turned her into a strong fat person weighing 140 pounds...
Looking at the cumbersome chest, Shen Qingyu felt helpless: She is quite fat, but won't this affect her walking and sight?
She was swaying wildly as soon as she walked. Not to mention she was tired, she even caught Qi Yunxiao's peeping eyes several times!
But this kind of thing is not easy to reprimand.
Ms. Zhao Yuzhu lamented: "Fortunately, my face was saved and I didn't break out like you said..."
Shen Qingyu: "Hehehe..."
If she really ruined herself into the same appearance as when she first came here, Shen Qingyu would also despise herself.
Therefore, I still insist on washing my face with Lingquan water to keep it white, smooth and rosy.
Yuqiao went back, and it is said that Cheng Ping was sent back, and his back was beaten to pieces. Although he was sent back, he seemed to have lost his soul, unable to leave the house, and his soul was nowhere to be found.
Fortunately, the Qian family knew that Cheng Ping was not an ordinary person, so they would not look down upon him because of it, and they still treated him attentively and meticulously.
Sweet potatoes are finally in harvest season.
The sweet potato flour workshop, which has been repaired for a long time, is about to start work.
Uncle Li Zheng was a little nervous: This was the first time the whole village was mobilized, and he was always worried that something was not well thought out.
Shen Qingyu smiled and reviewed the game with him.
General Personnel: Uncle Li Zheng, responsible for the recruitment and job allocation of all people who come to work in the sweet potato flour workshop.
General Procurement: Shen Dasong and Xiao Taohua, responsible for the inspection and weighing of sweet potatoes.
Statistics and accounting: Shen Shitou, Wen Jin, Dabao, Xiaobao.
Nine-year-old Shen Shitou, eight-year-old Wen Jin, and Dabao and Xiaobao, who are less than seven years old, have all learned reading and arithmetic from Xue Juzheng and Wen Che, so keeping accounts is no problem.
It can also cultivate children's sense of responsibility.
Total Sales: Qi Yunxiao.
He has a sales network in his hands, and through him, sweet potato fans can quickly spread across the country.
And Shen Qingyu, the boss in charge, solves whatever problems he encounters.
What are you afraid of?
After listening to Shen Qingyu's lucid analysis, Li Zheng stopped worrying for a while: "What you are saying is that I take this matter too seriously, and they also asked me in private..."
Although Shen Qingyu made a lot of money in the past, she was the only one in the family, and she didn't hire many people.
But now this sweet potato flour workshop is related to the income of the whole village. Who can not pay attention to it?
As the sweet potatoes grew bigger, people in the village did not dare to ask Shen Qingyu, but they all went to ask Li Zheng privately: Now that the sweet potatoes have grown, does what Qingyu said still count?
Shen Qingyu understood, waved his hand, and said with a heroic smile: "Tomorrow! Start harvesting sweet potatoes tomorrow!"
For a time, the whole village was filled with people digging sweet potatoes.
After being interrogated like a dragnet, the refugees in the back mountain will now come to Shenjia Village to buy and sell some things with others and exchange what they have. When they see the villagers digging sweet potatoes for ten cents a pound, they are all envious. p>
This stuff has a much higher yield than soybeans and peppers.
If they could also grow sweet potatoes, at the same price, wouldn't it be better?
Shen Qingyu didn't mind this: "If you want to plant sweet potatoes, it will be next year. It's out of season this year. And I just started doing it, so I don't dare to harvest too much at once."
The refugees can only drink porridge and admire their real names.
Seeing everyone going to the fields to dig sweet potatoes, Shen Qingyu began to train people in various positions.
As the first people to enter the sweet potato cage, Shen Dasong and Xiao Taohua were trained first.
"Sweet potatoes must be washed and put in bamboo baskets, not wooden basins or barrels. The ones with water..."
After some training, Shen Qingyu looked at Xiao Taohua who looked serious: "Let me ask you, what would you do if someone sent you unwashed sweet potatoes?"
Xiao Taohua immediately replied: "No."
"What if this person has helped you when you were in trouble?"
Xiao Taohua: "..."
She is an honest person and will not lie: faced with such a situation, she really does not know what to do.
Shen Qingyu glanced at her and did not force her: "If someone brings you unwashed sweet potatoes, you must not accept them. If you accept them..."
Xiao Taohua was so frightened by Shen Qingyu's words that she was so frightened that she didn't dare to breathe.
"Then you have to be responsible for cleaning up."
When Xiao Taohua heard this, she breathed a sigh of relief: "Yes, I understand."
Shen Qingyu glanced at Shen Dasong again: "You have to be responsible for the final quality control. You have to know that if the sweet potatoes are ground into a paste with mud, there may be sand in the final sweet potato vermicelli."
"If those rich people eat mud when eating, our sweet potato vermicelli sign will be ruined!"
"Since you choose to do it, you must help me control this level..."
After Shen Qingyu finished speaking, Shen Dasong nodded and promised in a deep voice: "Don't worry, boss, I will take care of it carefully."
Soon, the sweet potatoes were delivered.
Everyone was shocked when they saw a huge basket of copper coins placed on the scale!
If you are weighed on site, you will be paid on site!?
How much can you get from your sweet potatoes?
Everyone's heartbeats immediately accelerated.
But when it was the turn of the sweet potatoes to go on the scale, something happened.
I have to say that everyone has different standards for "clean".
Someone really washed all the sweet potatoes.
Someone had passed through the water, and there was still sediment on it, so they were sent over.
Some people dug it out, rubbed it, and brought it over without even water passing through it.
Shen Qingyu didn't get angry either. She picked up the cleanest one and held it up high: "When we send sweet potatoes later, everyone will use this as the standard: there should be no sediment on the surface."
"If there are, you can wash them at the door today before bringing them in. In the future, please wash them at home before sending them over."
"Why are there so many details..." someone muttered unconvincedly.
Shen Qingyu looked at the person. He was from a family living at the end of the village. He was used to being slovenly, so everyone called him Shen Dalan.
"If you find it troublesome, you can keep it for yourself in the future instead of sending it over. This is the standard for bringing it over. If you can't do it, you can pick it back by yourself after today."
"If I say something ugly up front, I can avoid more trouble in the future."
"If you don't want to bother, you can leave now. After all, I don't owe you anything." After Shen Qingyu finished speaking, she looked at everyone.
Seeing Shen Qingyu's serious face without a smile, everyone felt awe in their hearts: Shen Qingyu is not easy to fool.
If you are tough, I will be soft.
Everyone then shut up.
Those who had not washed their sweet potatoes went to squat by the spring water from the door to wash their own sweet potatoes.
"Qingyu? Do you want some rotten sweet potatoes?"
Shen Qingyu looked over and happened to see someone beside the spring holding up a sweet potato dug into half and asking.
She nodded: "I want to dig out the rotten parts, but the rotten parts must be peeled off. Again, no sediment!"
"Okay..."
Digging rotten sweet potatoes cannot be stored, they will spoil easily, and they will not be eaten quickly.
It would be great if it is dug out, and the loss will be very small.
The spring water was tinkling, and the relieved villagers were washing the sweet potatoes while talking and laughing, and the villagers responsible for grinding the pulp were gearing up.
Four little accountants were sitting next to the scales, waiting with serious faces for everyone to come over and weigh them.