The weather has been good these days, and the sweet potato vermicelli has dried out after being exposed to the sun for several days.
Zhuang Keqing stretched out his hand, broke off a small section, put it on his hand to try, then put it in his mouth and bit it a few times with his teeth to confirm that these fans had really become fans.
The collected vermicelli is cut into the same length, a bundle is two forearms thick, and tied with hemp rope. Ten bundles are wrapped in cloth and placed in the warehouse.
In the end, there were eight bundles left, and Zhuang Keqing planned to give them away together with dried potatoes.
Back then, her sweet potatoes were all given as gifts, so didn't she have to reciprocate the gift?
Mrs. Qian and Zhuang San's family have also been busy these days, steaming and drying, and made a lot of dried potatoes.
At this moment, I was playing a harp in front of my neighbors.
"Try, try the newly made dried potatoes."
Mrs. Qian put a few of them in cloth handkerchiefs and took advantage of her free time after lunch to visit.
"What are the dried potatoes? Is this what those little kids were talking about a few days ago?"
The neighbor was also curious, so he stretched his head and came over to take a look.
She had heard people mention it, but they all said it was something made by the banker, and no one else could make it. Why is it that Mrs. Qian has already made it in just a few days?
Could it be that the banker's girl taught you this?
No way, Zhuang San did something like that, can anyone really repay evil with kindness?
"Try it, taste it, see how it feels."
Mrs. Qian smiled and put her hand in front of the person. She didn't happily take her hand back until the other person took it.
How delicious can the food that a little kid likes be?
The neighbor took a bite with hesitation, frowned and chewed it carefully, and didn't say anything for a long time.
Mrs. Qian is in a hurry.
What, it tastes wrong?
She had tasted it at home, and it was the same flavor that her second brother brought back that day.
"Auntie, this stuff is so sweet and delicious!" The neighbor, who was also elderly and had bad teeth, took a dried potato and grinded it in his mouth for a long time before he could taste it.
"Let me just say, these dried potatoes are very sweet and make you hungry, so they can't be any worse."
"You said this thing could be sold for this price when sold in town?" After receiving the affirmation, Mrs. Qian's brows relaxed.
As she spoke, she stretched out her hand and made a front and back movement.
"Ten cents per pound?"
"Hey, how can you do that? Half a catty, half a catty!"
The neighbor immediately shook his head violently, "How can you get half a catty for ten cents? These potatoes can grow in the field, and the price is very cheap."
What she hid and didn't have the nerve to say was that the raw thing was only three cents a catty when it was brought to the town, but how could you make it dry and cost ten cents and a half catty? But that's too sinister!
Mrs. Qian snorted disapprovingly, "I am the only one who can do this now. It is a sole business. Doesn't the price just depend on me?"
The neighbor didn't bother to talk to her anymore. This man had already got his eye on money. No matter how much he tried to persuade her, she would be regarded as jealous, so he simply shut up.
In this short time in the afternoon, the old lady visited several houses in the surrounding area. Not long after, news spread in the village that the old lady of the banker had obtained a recipe for dried potatoes and was preparing to do business.
It gave her a lot of face.
Zhuang Er was worried at home. He never thought that if his mother got the prescription, he would use it to make money. If the sister-in-law's family also had the idea of selling dried potatoes for money, wouldn't it be the same as killing someone?
The way to make money?
The tall, strong man would pull his hair out of confusion at home. After thinking about it, he felt that he couldn't do this and had to persuade his mother.
But Mrs. Qian didn't pay attention to him. Instead, she scolded him, and then said that she had already taught this method to her third brother, and by then both the second and third houses would be profitable.
He knew that his mother's cooking was not authentic, but he still asked for the recipe himself, so he still picked up some things produced in the family field and ran to his sister-in-law's house again.
This is an apology.
Unexpectedly, his niece didn't blame him at all. Instead, she reassured him, collected the things and sent him back with a smile, which made him a little confused.
Anyway, since my sister-in-law and her family aren't bothering about it, I shouldn't think too much about it. He doesn't have a bright mind anyway.
And Zhuang Keqing knew what her cheap granny had planned when Zhuang Er came to ask for the recipe for dried sweet potatoes.
Isn’t it just that you didn’t get the tofu recipe and you want to get a fresh one?
Then I will satisfy you.
It’s just that I can’t guarantee that I’ll only give it to you.
I'll let you play for a few days first.
The next day, Zhuang Keqing and Shen Ling visited the village chief's house pretending to be vermicelli noodles and dried sweet potatoes, and talked about this matter.
"Girl, you thought of this method yourself. Are you really willing to just give it to the village?"
The village chief was so surprised that his beard stood up.
Who knows some craftsmanship here? Didn't they all hide it and just point it out to earn some money? Who can be so kind and just give it away? Is it because they think the money is too much?
Although the girl was willing to announce the method of raising fish in the rice field before, the method in the field could not be compared with this method of directly raising money.
"Yes, Grandpa Village Chief, why don't you take a look at these vermicelli and dried sweet potatoes first?"
Zhuang Keqing smiled and opened the oil paper bag and cloth bag on the table, "You can eat dried potatoes at any time. It's just that it's a bit hard to chew for you, but it's very durable."
She handed over an orange-red and transparent sweet potato to dry. The village chief took it in his hand and put it to his nose to smell it. It was indeed sweet and much richer than steamed fresh sweet potatoes.
"These vermicelli must be soaked in water first, and then boiled in boiling water until soft. The eating method is no different from noodles. It can also be stewed with other things and eaten as a dish." Zhuang Keqing caught another handful of hard vermicelli. The old man's face cracked.
It's hard and slightly tough.
"This one is very durable. As long as it doesn't get wet, it won't go bad for a year."
The village chief has lived for such a long time and has eaten sweet potatoes all his life. He didn't know that such an ordinary thing could make such good things, so he just stroked his beard and sighed.
He asked his eldest daughter-in-law to take the vermicelli to the kitchen and soak it in water first, planning to eat it for lunch to see if it was as good as the girl said.
"Then what do you think? What does it mean to give the prescription to the village?"
The village chief is old, but he is not confused, but is very perceptive. He just noticed that Zhuang Keqing said that it would be given to the village, not to the villagers.
"I just think that if we just give the recipe to everyone, then everyone will rush to make the vermicelli and dried sweet potato. In the end, in order to sell more, they will definitely lower the price." Zhuang Keqing cleared his throat, "If it's because of If you do this and affect the work in the fields, wouldn't you lose your duty as a farmer?"
The village chief nodded, deeply convinced.
What the girl said is right, and she is indeed thoughtful.
"Then what do you think about the village?" the village chief asked again.
"I just thought that during the slack time, I could recruit some people from the village to set up a workshop, collect some sweet potatoes from everyone, make vermicelli and sell them, after deducting the wages of the workshop staff, I would Money will be returned to everyone in proportion to the sweet potatoes harvested."
"In this way, everyone doesn't have to compete to do this fan business. If we use the village as its name and promote the name of these fans, won't it become the signature of our Erlizi Village in the future?"
Shen Ling glanced at the energetic girl sitting next to her, and her heart was filled with turmoil.
The village-based business model directly ties together the interests of the entire village. As long as the people responsible for management are dedicated to their responsibilities, they can obtain the highest profits and avoid internal strife caused by competition to the greatest extent.
Although he has read a lot of books, he has never thought about it from this perspective!
Even Shen Ling found it novel, let alone the village chief.
After Zhuang Keqing finished speaking, the village chief stopped stroking his beard.
This method, this method! Unheard of!
But if you think about it carefully, there is much to be done!
"Girl! You are really, really..."
"How come our village has such a smart head like you!" The village chief was so excited that he couldn't speak clearly. He stood up from his chair in a snap and started to walk out in a hurry, "No, I have to call some other elders to come and discuss this matter together!"
The old man was very old and still acted in a hurry, and Zhuang Keqing didn't even have time to pull him.
Shen Ling was afraid that he would fall if he left in a hurry, so he quickly followed him out.
"Hey? Dad, it's lunch soon. Don't you want to eat these vermicelli? Why are you still out?"
The eldest daughter-in-law, Mrs. Lin, came out of the kitchen and happened to see her father-in-law walking out in a hurry, followed by Shen Ling, who hurriedly shouted.
But this only got the old man to say from afar, "We'll talk about it when I get back!"
He couldn't even turn his head back.
Lin glanced at Zhuang Keqing who was left in the main room inexplicably. The girl smiled helplessly and spread her hands.
She really didn't expect that the village chief could be so anxious!
