Chapter 103 Processing Plant Progress
After all, it's Su Qingyue again!
Zhang Jun walked back with his head sullen, kicking the stones on the roadside. Ever since he met Su Qingyue, his life had been completely ruined by her!
After the Baomidi incident, he was sent to the police station, so his job was downgraded. He finally worked as a special correspondent in the village and his vegetable tofu business was robbed of half by Su Qingyue.
Now because of her, the black market won’t sell him soybeans! I finally tried to think of a way to start with the tractor for transportation, but my cousin still refused!
"The stone didn't bully you. Doesn't your foot hurt after you kicked it out?"
"Captain Shi, me"
Captain Shi came over stroking his beard. He was just reading the newspaper in the back room when he actually overheard the conversation between Zhang Jun and Zhang Jun.
"Okay, young people must be calm before they can do big things. Let's continue to find a way to deal with soybeans. We'll find a way to borrow the tractor for half a day when they run out of it tomorrow."
"What can you do if you borrow it for half a day? You have to pay it back the day after tomorrow."
Captain Shi's eyes narrowed with laughter, "If you return it and it doesn't work, then you can't blame us."
Zhang Jun's eyes lit up and he returned to the office with Captain Shi.
"You go to Lei Jie with the stamped letter of introduction and tell Captain Shi that the village needs to transport food."
The foundation of Su Qingyue's factory has been laid. She has now resigned and is focusing on working in the processing factory in the village.
Li Zilan washed her hands and was putting the dried tempeh into cans, "Qingyue, come here quickly, this tempeh smells very good to me!"
"Sister-in-law, take out a bottle and share it with everyone. Let's taste it when we cook for lunch."
Liu Chunxing was soaking soybeans and chatted with a smile, "It's delicious again at noon."
Chen Min is grinding chili noodles while wearing a mask, "The chili peppers we grow ourselves are also very fragrant. I see some villagers are still drying them, so I guess they can be harvested for a while."
Su Qingyue dipped her finger into some chili pepper and smelled it. She choked herself and quickly covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief.
Li Zilan handed the kettle over, "Why are you still choking? Go and see the dried tofu that your elder brother dried."
There were about a dozen large round sieves filled with sauce-colored dried tofu. Su Qingyue took a piece, broke it open, and took a small mouthful into her mouth. The faint salty flavor filled her mouth.
"Yeah! Our dried tofu is really delicious. Come on, everyone should try it!"
Xiang Shishui took a small piece and fed it to his daughter-in-law, "Try it quickly." Zheng Hui was filtering the soy milk. She chewed dried tofu and nodded repeatedly, "After all, it was taught by the master, and we made it ourselves. Dried tofu is just different, much more delicious! ”
"There are a lot of ingredients. We dried the tofu directly in the sun. If the tofu is ready, add seasonings and marinate it before drying it. Can it taste bad?"
Xiang Shi'an and Pei Huaiye drove a tractor to pull building materials. Her daughter-in-law Kong Shan ate some dried tofu and put the rest in her pocket, planning to feed her son to Xiang Xiaoqiang after school.
Su Qingyue saw it in her eyes, and her thoughts kept changing. The processing plant will be opened soon. Everyone has been busy for a month, and their wages have not been paid yet.
Looks like I have to settle the score tonight.
"Captain Xiang, we sell tempeh and bean paste by bottles, and we sell dried tofu in bags."
Xiang Jianming picked up a small bag and asked, "Just these two or three pieces?"
"We weigh each bag at four taels, and the price is thirty cents per bag."
Xiang Jianming smacked his tongue, "The price is not low." "City people can afford it."
Su Qingyue chewed dried tofu, sat in the office with Xiang Jianming, picked up scratch paper and pen to write and draw.
"Look, one pound of soybeans makes two and a half pounds of dried beans. The cost of soybeans is two cents per pound. The cost of each pound of dried beans is eight cents per pound. A bag is priced at thirty cents. One pound of dried beans is seventy-five cents. Money, the profit of a pound of dried tofu is more than 60 cents, not counting labor, transportation and other processing costs.”
Xiang Jianming was worried that he wouldn't be able to sell it. Su Qingyue smiled and confirmed, "When I was in the capital, the dried tofu in the Friendship Store was more expensive than this. Although our county is not as good as the capital, we are rich. There are many people who want to vote, and those who want to improve their living conditions are willing to buy it.”
Xiang Jianming was convinced, and Su Qingyue took another bottle of tempeh, "This small bottle is four taels of tempeh, and a bottle is only 30 cents."
"This larger bottle can hold half a catty of doubanjiang and is priced at 50 cents, because doubanjiang requires a lot of ingredients, including oil, salt, sauce, chili and Sichuan peppercorns, and it takes a long time to make."
Su Qingyue pointed to the draft paper and explained everything to Xiang Jianming. Xiang Jianming thought that there were so many people waiting to be paid, and other equipment would need to be bought later. Building a factory now costs money.
"Just do as you say, I think it won't be a loss."
Su Qingyue smiled and said, "Captain Xiang will not lose money. There is another thing. After we hand over half of the profits from the processing plant to the country, the remaining five to five cents will be left."
Su Qingyue mentioned this matter more than once, but Xiang Jianming refused with a straight face, "No, it's all your idea. You brought the soybeans. I didn't help much, so I can't ask for so much."
"Listen to me, we can definitely make money by building a factory, but we must also help the whole village gradually become rich. No one else in the village has this appeal except you."
Su Qingyue knew that although the villagers accepted her opening the factory, secretly they still heard sour voices from many people, especially some men, who were more or less unconvinced.
So she still wanted the village chief to come forward for many things in the future, and she would come up with ideas behind the scenes.
"Also, I am pregnant, so after the factory is stable, I will have peace of mind to raise the baby."
Su Qingyue has been thinking these days. Her child will be born next year. Aye's parents can't count on it. The eldest brother and sister-in-law are busy earning work points. The father is too old. He will have to take care of the child by himself. He will definitely have time and energy. Not as good as now.
It's better to let Xiang Jianming be the factory director as soon as possible, so that he can speak out publicly so that he can do things for the village.
"When I am a month old, you will have to keep an eye on everything; and at the end of the year, the advanced brigade will be selected. The processing plant is your contribution. By then, it will be a good thing to help our village run the primary school."
"If the village really opens a primary school, has an educated youth center and a factory, there will be no shortage of teachers."
"Then the children won't have to go to the county town to go to school. Although it is good to go to school in the county town, the distance is long after all. The children get up early and stay late and come back from school later than the adults get off work. Not to mention the wind and freezing temperatures on the road. There are so many traffickers these days. It's too Worry about it.
Xiang Jianming said thoughtfully: "What you are saying is that Xiaoqiang and Xiaoletian get up before dawn, go home cold and hungry at night, and have to light up a lamp to do their homework. If our village had a school, they would not go to the county to study."
"In this case, Qingyue, I can be the director of the factory, but I have to give 10% of my profits to your eldest brother, otherwise I won't be the one!"
Xiang Jianming is not a greedy person at all. On the contrary, he is willing to contribute more to Shuangshui Village.
But his efforts to open the processing plant were obviously not as much as Su Qingyue's, and he really didn't want to take advantage of it.
Su Qingyue was so beaten that she couldn't do anything, and finally added Su Qingwu to the contract, "After the changes have been made, take a look, you will be the factory director from now on."
"To the factory director, let's settle the accounts. It's time to pay everyone's wages."
Su Qingyue smiled and joked, and Xiang Jianming smiled cheerfully, "Su Qingyue makes plans, I will listen to you."