Husband and Wife Are of the Same Mind

When Boss Huang heard that Tang Feng said that he could sell, his thoughts immediately became active. Thinking of his elder brother's words, Boss Huang smiled.

"This thing is really good. My elder brother has a small restaurant in the capital, and he needs a lot of things, but the journey back and forth is really long, and there are a lot of things to ask for. The transportation back and forth is not convenient. Brother Tang will see if he can What about selling a recipe? Of course, the price is negotiable."

Tang Feng knew that Boss Huang would come to him to buy sausages, but he didn't expect to buy his recipe now.

His calm and contemplative appearance, in fact, his mind was turning quickly.

If the grain tax does not rise, there will be no such noise, which has caused the big guys to guess that this country has been restless several times, and it is inseparable from the rise of the grain tax.

Tang Feng's slender fingers lightly nodded the armrest of the chair, and after a few rounds of thought, he said in a serious tone.

"Forgive me, I can’t sell it. This recipe was made by me and my father who spent countless hard work. Thinking about it, I can rely on this recipe to develop our village! Brother Huang also knows that my father is the head of a village. He wholeheartedly thinks that our village will develop better and better. As his son, I naturally hope that the people in the village will live better and better. The big guy’s life is full of taste, and now we put all our hopes Put it on top of the sausage and bacon, just point to them!"

Tang Feng's tone became more and more excited, with a warm-blooded look for the sake of the village.

Boss Huang is naturally a good person. Seeing Tang Feng's appearance, he knew that the buyer's business was impossible, so he didn't ask any more, and instead followed Tang Feng's intentions.

"Listen to you, what do you mean?"

Tang Feng smiled and said, "If Big Brother Huang really needs it, we can do it in the whole village. There are more people, and there are more things to make, and I promise that the taste will not be biased."

"Are you going to let the whole village do this?" Boss Huang took a breath and couldn't believe Tang Feng's heart was so big.

Tang Feng nodded, "It's easy to make bacon, but sausage is very troublesome. Otherwise, how can the taste come out."

Of course this is to coax people, after all, Tang Feng knows how difficult it is to make these two things.

Boss Huang won’t be able to make a decision right now. After all, this thing is what his elder brother wants, so he just satisfies his appetite, “In that case, I’ll go back and discuss with my family first. In addition, I don’t know if there are any other items that can be sold. Give it to me? My elder brother won't be able to stay long, so I want to buy some back. It's good for him to take it back."

Tang Feng stood up and said, "This is of course. I have done a lot before, and Big Brother Huang will come with me."

Boss Huang quickly followed.

Tang Feng’s bacon was 30 copper knives per catty, and sausages were 50 copper knives per catty. Boss Huang didn’t negotiate the price. Bacon bought 20 catties and sausages 30 catties, a total of two silver stones. more.

After Boss Huang left, Tang Feng gave the money to Lin Yu, who was back soon.

"so much?"

When Lin Yu came back, Boss Huang had already given the money and was talking other things with Tang Feng, so he didn't know that he had so much money.

Tang Feng talked to Lin Yu about the price he had set, and Lin Yu was stunned.

"I use very few ingredients for bacon. People who use dim sum may produce the same taste, and they also need to know the herbs. But sausages are different. No matter how people want to break their heads, they can’t make the taste like mine. !"

Tang Feng's confident words passed into Lin Yu's ears. There was no doubt in his eyes. As long as Tang Feng said and did, Lin Yu was full of inexplicable trust and support.

In the past few days, there are often villagers strolling in the fields. They are always watching the crops in the field. If they can be harvested, they have to roll up their sleeves and start working.

Father Tang also wandered around the field for several laps, and after talking a lot with the villagers he met, did he return to the Tang house leisurely.

"Are you talking about letting the big guys do it together?" Father Tang said with a look of surprise.

After dinner, Tang Feng took advantage of the big guy in the yard to enjoy the shade, and mentioned what he had planned in his heart.

"Yes," Tang Feng nodded, and said to Tang A'ma and Tang's father's surprised faces, "Our village can't always be like this. If there are no people in the village who have had a meal without a meal, there is no winter. People who suffer from hunger, not those who have been busy for a year to harvest but can only maintain a family of food and drink, we must surpass other villages, no matter what, and the easiest thing to change all of this is money."

Father Tang suppressed the shock in his heart, took a deep breath, and calmed himself down to listen to Tang Feng's words.

Tang Feng pursed his lips and continued, "Moreover, the food tax increase that my father heard about this time, I think it must not be groundless."

"Really going to rise?!"

Father Tang said anxiously, he is the head of a village and he knows best what is going on in the village. Many villagers can barely make ends meet with food, so the food tax suddenly rises, and the big guy's life is sad.

Tang Feng nodded.

Lin Yu took a shallow breath, the grain tax went up, no matter how much it went up, it was a nightmare for people with average harvests.

"This is what Boss Huang said today."

If it was Tang Feng's own guess, Tang's father was still half-believing, and now adding a Huang boss, Tang's father had to be anxious.

"This! This has increased the food tax! How can the big guy live!"

Tang Ah's face also became bitter, "Our family is okay. Think about the old Yu's home in the village east and the old Xu's home by the river. If the grain tax goes up, they... alas."

Lao Yu in the east of the village is born with a disability. He is in his fifties and lives alone with his wife, has no children, and doesn't have much land. In the past years, he paid the food tax and he was unsatisfactory. What if he went up again? That day was really sad.

As for the old Xu family by the river, I don’t know how many times the thatched house he lived in has been repaired. He gave birth to a brother in his early years.

"So I wanted to let the big guys join in the making of bacon and sausages. With money, it will be better this winter."

What Tang Feng said was very heartwarming. The Tang family husband was not stingy, and Lin Yu had no opinion. But how to get the villagers to join in, how to do it, and how to sell them were all questions.

Father Tang truthfully asked the question in his heart, "Have you thought about all this?"

"Think about it," Tang Feng stood up, walked back and forth, and said after a while, "I want to open a workshop in the village to make bacon and sausages. Brothers and ahmen make sausages, and the guys make bacon. ."

Seeing Tang Jiafufu and Lin Yu thinking seriously, Tang Feng said again, “Part of the sausage seasoning is specially made by some people, and part of the sausage is made by ourselves, because the sausage I want to make is our own sausage from the Tang family, which has a unique taste. Only from our Tang family and Xiaoqingshan Village!"

"You keep talking."

Father Tang said.

"After making it for a while, we let the villagers cook this piece of bacon. In addition, I will teach everyone to make sausages with other flavors. They also make them themselves. After they are done, we can buy them and sell them. Of course they can also find a way to sell them, but our sausage can only be produced by the workshop."

Tang Ama was a little dizzy, but Father Tang and Lin Yu understood.

"In other words, let us produce bacon and sausages in Xiaoqingshan Village. The most unique flavors are produced by our own workshops. The other flavors are made by the villagers, and those that can be sold can be sold by themselves. If we are afraid that we can’t sell them, our workshop can also buy big guys and sell them together, right?”

Lin Yu said softly after thinking for a while.

Tang Feng nodded, and glanced at Lin Yu with admiration. Tang Ama, who had been listening in a daze, understood it now, and the problem he was most concerned about came out. Where do we repair the workshop? Who do we sell the bacon and sausage to?"

Tang Feng pointed to the thatched house where he had lived temporarily before, "We bought that piece of land. There are no residents around it. The closest one is ours and the Zhang family. Moreover, the construction of the workshop is different from the house. Too much time and money."

"As for how to sell this," Tang Feng took two steps. Boss Huang was only half hooked. Whether it would be completely hooked or not. Most of the factors are in the big brother of Boss Huang. In the case of a fixed buyer, the best way is to do it yourself!

"We do it ourselves! In the town, there is a shop in the shop section that enters the town, which specializes in selling sausages and bacon from our village!"

The reason why I chose the section of road into the town is that there is an avenue that leads to the county seat. People come and go on this road, not to mention the rich and the rich, there are also a lot of people with small money. They All you have to do is to make a name for yourself.

"It takes time for the big guys to learn to make authentic bacon and sausages, and during this time, we can put a small amount of things in the store and sell them slowly, and our reputation has gained. This is good. It's done."

Tang Feng’s method is risky, but doing anything is risky. However, this bacon in this world is at best like a cured meat, and sausages are definitely rare things, not to mention that Tang Feng does it. The taste that comes out is even more unique.

The author has something to say: "Master, can I smoke when I am chanting?"

The little monk asked.

The abbot said angrily: "No!"

The little monk asked again: "Master, can I recite the scriptures when I smoke?"

The abbot took a puff of cigarette and said contentedly, "Yes."