The village chief and the elders stood under two plum trees and looked around at the chattering villagers. They did not explain or ask everyone to be quiet. Instead, they wanted to let people discuss it first.
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"Did I hear you correctly? The village chief just mentioned the sweet potato workshop?"
“I heard it’s also a sweet potato workshop!”
"What can this sweet potato workshop do? Does it need to be built in the village? Do we have to pay for it?"
"What?! You have to pay for it? Just pay for it, I'm not happy with it!"
"Hey, let me guess, why are you so excited?"
"What's wrong? Would you like it if I asked you to pay for it instead?"
I don’t know who made the mistake. Instead of asking about the potato workshop, everyone started to calculate how much money it would cost to build a workshop. If the village chief paid such attention to the method, would everyone have to pay for it?
Finally, someone brave enough to hold back his words stepped forward and asked loudly: "Village chief, what does this sweet potato workshop do?"
As soon as these words came out, the surrounding villagers, no matter how excited they started chatting, stopped talking in an instant, and looked at the village chief standing under the tree from all directions.
The village chief, Li Shu, had a serious look on his face.
The corners of his mouth were slightly lowered. He was obviously a little old man with a white beard and a slightly curved back, but his aura did not diminish at all.
He looked around at the villagers around him, glancing at their expressions of doubt, confusion, or resistance one by one, and then said calmly, "This sweet potato workshop is used to make dried potatoes and vermicelli."
"What?!"
They know that dried sweet potatoes are just a thing that dealers can't sell for the second and third houses if they are tight, and they even sell them at a discount. Is it worth setting up a special workshop to make just that thing?
And who do you make things to sell to?
Who would be the one to be taken advantage of?
There are also fans. What is the use of making something that you have never heard of?
Even if you are the village chief, you can't deceive everyone like this!
Without waiting for the village chief to explain in detail, the villagers' expressions were all a bit off. Although they didn't express their feelings, they all seemed a bit conflicted.
Zhuang Er and Zhuang San are also among these villagers.
They didn't react when they heard the village chief talking about building a sweet potato workshop, but when the other party said the word "dried sweet potato", Zhuang San suddenly woke up.
Her niece must have instigated the village chief to start this sweet potato workshop!
But Zhuang Er was obviously still confused. He turned around and asked Zhuang San quietly, "Third brother, do you think the dried potatoes the village chief mentioned are the same kind as the ones we make? If they are the same, then this
You can’t do it in a workshop!”
Zhuang San was so used to being superficial that he couldn't help but roll his eyes at his second brother.
With such a big head on my neck, it’s all covered in paste!
The surrounding villagers were talking louder and louder, and it was noisier than the vegetable market. The village chief frowned, raised the gong and struck it again.
Aroused by this voice, the villagers immediately stopped talking. The village chief seized the opportunity and raised his hand to press it down, indicating to everyone to listen to what he said.
"This year has been a good year, with a bumper harvest of sweet potatoes. In the past, everyone just used this as rations to eat some rice and noodles in winter, so as to save some rice and wheat."
"But now, the village has found two ways to process sweet potatoes. If we can build a workshop and produce goods to sell, it will be able to give everyone more income."
The village chief spoke slowly and slowly, and everyone listened carefully.
Only then did they realize that the village chief had thought of a way to help everyone.
But his good intentions are good, but the sweet potatoes are not grown in his village. They are only grown in the surrounding villages of Daxing Village and Sanlin Village, and both have good harvests. To put it harshly, they are not worth any money.
In previous years, I calculated that I could sell it for three cents per catty, but this year, I am afraid I will have to rush to sell it for two cents per catty!
And let’s talk about the workshop. The dried potatoes and vermicelli they make are things that cannot be sold and the other are things that you have never heard of. How can you be sure that they can be sold? And they will definitely make more money than selling fresh potatoes.
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"You mentioned that dried potato, is it the one the dealer made a few days ago to sell?" Aunt Wang stood in the crowd and asked in a loud voice. "If it is true, don't lose this business!"
She still resented what happened to Zhuang's third daughter-in-law when she was humiliated by the river a few days ago. Now that she had the chance, she would have to embarrass his family in front of the whole village.
As soon as these words came out, the villagers who were standing close to Zhuang Er and Zhuang San all turned their heads and looked at them with an "Ouch!", which made Zhuang San wish he could find a crack in the ground and burrow down immediately.
But Aunt Wang’s words do make sense. I don’t know how many people have seen the lack of interest in dried potatoes. If it is really this thing, it must not be made!
But the village chief not only did not deny it, he even responded: "It is indeed those dried potatoes."
When Zhuang Er heard this, he felt anxious, "How can this be done? You must not do this!"
He opened his mouth and was about to say something to persuade, but Zhuang San grabbed him and covered his mouth.
"Stop talking, it's not embarrassing!"
"But, but..."
"But that's bullshit. If the village wants to do it, let them do it. Anyway, if we don't participate, the compensation won't be on us!"
Zhuang San resented Zhuang Keqing for giving him this recipe for tattered dried sweet potatoes, making him work in vain for several days, and even losing the sweet potatoes. At this time, he wished that the whole village would suffer the same loss as him, but how could he
Let this fool Zhuang Er speak the truth.
Zhuang Er was frightened when he saw his younger brother's eyes were red. He just nodded blankly and said no more.
Not long after Zhuang San felt relieved, the village chief's next words were like a basin of cold water in the twelfth lunar month, which chilled him to the core.
"To be honest, these two sweet potato processing methods were thought up by the farmer's girl, and..."
The little old man's face relaxed a little, and he even smiled faintly: "The girl has already negotiated the purchase price with the shopkeeper in the town."
"Dried potato is ten cents a pound, and vermicelli is fifteen cents a pound!"
The surrounding villagers were thinking about how to refute the idea of building a mill, but now that they heard the price, they all opened their mouths in disbelief.
"Ten cents per catty of dried potatoes?"
"Didn't you say that no one would buy even six cents per catty?!"
"That's what I heard!"
Zhuang San was also stunned. What kind of dried potatoes are only ten cents a pound? When he went to the store, the shopkeeper kicked him out even if he was eight cents a pound. What kind of ecstasy did this girl give to people, and she could even talk about ten cents a pound.
What's the price per kilogram?
"Hey, Zhuang San, how much did you sell it for? Six coins or ten coins?"
His tiny horns suddenly became lively, and the villagers turned their heads to find out what price he had sold for, making Zhuang San's face turn blue and white.
Zhuang Er answered honestly, saying that at first there were stores that accepted eight cents per catty, but later no one bought it at six cents per catty.
When these words came out, everyone sighed, it's the banker's girl who has the ability. It's obviously the same thing, and she can negotiate such a high price with her bare teeth. It's really amazing.
"The banker's girl is smart and has a lot of money. She taught everyone the tricks of Yutian before. But this time, you have to think about building a workshop. There is no guaranteed profit in doing business. Maybe in the future.
When there will be compensation, if you want to participate, just come to me and sign up."
What the village chief said is true. There is no guarantee of profit in business. However, the villagers of Erlizi Village have always been very conservative. In addition to relying on the harvest of the fields to support their families, in these years, there has not even been a salesman in the village.
Pass.
Everyone was excited but hesitant.
Fresh potatoes are cheap and can be sold at double the price just by visiting the workshop. This is a good deal. But what if we lose money?
"Remember a share of my family." But an old voice sounded from the crowd.
It was Mrs. Liu.
She didn't care too much like others, she just knew that she had received a lot of favors from the banker's girl, and now was the time to repay her. Even if she was determined to lose money, she was willing to do it!
"My family is too!"
The other person who spoke out was Wang Da.
As soon as he shouted, Aunt Wang next to him gave her a hard elbow. But he didn't seem to feel it and didn't even look at his mother.
After these two companies started, people started to shout out one after another that they were willing to join. The number can be counted on the palm of one's hand.
Zhuang Keqing stood not far from the elders, watching this scene in his eyes, and gently raised the corners of his lips.
