Madam, She Has a Tender Heart

After the lanterns were finished, because there were still some days before Yuan Day, Su Qingyu put all kinds of lanterns into the warehouse.

If she hung it up now and lit a candle every day, Mother Su would cripple her if she didn't say she was distressed.

She lit dozens or even hundreds of candles worth dozens of cents each day to play with, and scolded her for being a prodigal.

I will probably carry the remaining candles with Father Su and go to the Yongfeng to sell them overnight.

The weather is getting cold, and the whole village is in cat winter. Everyone was at leisure.

Su Qingyu was a little restless again.

Since she produced rice in the hundred or so hectares of fertile land in Yue, rice has been planted in other places in Yue, resulting in bumper yields. The price of upland rice in their mountains has become much lower.

The taste of upland rice is definitely not as good as that of rice.

But it is particularly difficult to open terraced fields, store water, and grow food on the mountain. It is not fertile enough to begin with, and it has to be protected from birds and beasts, and people have to be arranged to check day and night.

It is several times harder than growing rice on flat land.

But the effort is not proportional to the benefit.

Su Qingyu was a little unwilling.

The mountain people had no land, so they finally built terraced fields on the mountains and planted grains. Now the land is becoming more peaceful. Every state and city has planted grains and got more grains. The grains grown on the mountains can no longer be sold at a high price.

Su Qingyu didn't want to see this situation.

If these upland rice are processed for secondary processing, for example, processed into rice noodles and sold, will the profit be better than simply selling rice?

Su Qingyu had previously sold portable food for marchers, merchants and travelers in Fengting Town, including various dried vegetables, dehydrated and oil-dried fruits and vegetables, and fried noodles. She cooperated very well with Xu Shaoyan. joy.

She also made a lot of money.

But now the north is still in constant war, and the south is also divided among various forces.

Is it okay if there are some convenient foods that can be sold to the army to make convenient military rations, as well as to merchants and some travelers? First, it is convenient for people, and second, it can increase the price of upland rice, allowing mountain people to get more benefits.

Just do it if you think of it.

Su Qingnao asked Su Dahu, Su's father and others to pick up a few loads of upland rice from the cave.

So I opened another rice noodle shop in the village and started studying it.

After making the rice noodles, I tried different ways at home, including rice noodles with rice noodles, dry-mixed rice noodles, fried rice noodles, cross-bridge rice noodles, small pot hot rice noodles... After eating several meals, everyone in the family applauded.

Dabaobao and Xiaobao especially love to eat.

The two brothers took one, sucked it into their mouths, and competed with each other to see who could suck it faster.

The last half of the rice noodles with the soup was thrown into the faces of the two brothers and slapped their little faces. Both of them narrowed their eyes and looked like they were enjoying it.

Seeing the two brothers whose faces were stained after eating a bowl of noodles, Su Qingyu felt disgusted.

"It's delicious! If you keep eating like this, I won't cook it for you again!"

The two of them were given a scolding, and then they became honest.

Xiaobao was always having fun. Dabao was originally a strict and orderly person, but now he was led by Xiaobao to get out of control.

There was a new food in the village. After making rice noodles for everyone in the cafeteria, everyone gathered around Su Qingyu and asked her to make more.

With such delicious and easy-to-cook rice noodles, everyone wants to stock up on Maodong to eat at home.

When Su Qingyu saw that the experiment was successful, he immediately led the women in the village to open up the rice noodle room.

After making it, I stored a lot of it in the village and sent a lot of it to restaurants in the market town.

Only two days later, Xiang Zhen and shopkeeper Ding came to the village to look for her.

Xiang Zhen asked her to make more. Many mountain people in the shop were already asking and wanted to buy. Moreover, the small restaurant cannot deliver enough in one day, so it requires more delivery.

Shopkeeper Ding saw business opportunities again and wanted to discuss cooperation with Su Qingyu.

The rice noodles made by Su Qingyu will naturally be sold.

She uses the Yongfeng to sell rice noodles to various places, sell upland rice in the mountains at high prices, and make the mountain people live a better life. This is the goal she has always strived to achieve.

The village uses local methods and manual production, so one pound of rice can only produce one and a half pounds of rice noodles, and after drying, only half a pound of dry rice noodles can be obtained.

The price of rice noodles has to be twice the price of rice to be even. There is also manual labor, and there are many and complicated processes.

Selling it too cheap is not cost-effective.

Su Qingyu told shopkeeper Ding this.

Shopkeeper Ding originally wanted to keep the price down, but he didn't expect to hear what Su Qingyu said. He also heard that there were so many processes, so it was hard to keep the price down.

I thought that rice noodles are indeed a food that is easy to store, carry, and cook. If I buy them in large quantities and sell them to various places through Yongfeng, there should be a huge market for them.

The more quantity, the greater the profit.

Then he and Su Qingyu discussed the price of rice noodles back and forth.

Su Qingnao thought that their Yongfeng Hao would be sold to various places, which would cost a lot, and if it was sold to the civilian market, it would be difficult to raise the price too much.

In the end, it was sold for three times the original price.

Even if the price is not high, for Su Qingyu, it is much more cost-effective than selling Sammi alone.

By raising the price of mountain rice and using excess manpower, the mountain rice in the village is sold at a higher price, and the villagers in Xingengzhai get more profit, and their lives are naturally easier.

And if the rice noodles from Yongfeng can sell well, and Su Qingyu buys back the excess rice from the forty-five joint villages and processes it into rice noodles, then the lives of the mountain people in the joint villages will also follow suit. Better.

Shopkeeper Ding ordered 10,000 kilograms of rice noodles from Su Qingnao and requested that they be made before the first day of the year.

Su Qingyu calculated the daily output and agreed.

Nowadays, there is no shortage of labor in the rice noodle room, and it is not a problem to produce thousands of kilograms of dry rice noodles in a day. Once everyone becomes proficient in the process, the daily output will be even higher.

There is still one month before Yuan Day, so we can definitely deliver the goods.

Complied.

Shopkeeper Ding paid the money readily, and left happily carrying all kinds of food given by Su's mother.

Su Qingyu was also very happy to get the money. Although it was only three hundred taels, this was the first batch of goods. She believes she will sell more in the future.

Ten thousand kilograms of rice noodles had to be handed over before Yuan Day, and the village became busy again.

Fortunately, he had more than enough manpower, so Mr. Guo recruited a group of hard-working men and women from the village, divided the work, and started working on each assembly line.

Xiaobao and Dabao now have fun again. I would go to the rice noodle room every day and watch the rice noodles being dried in rows and rows, like cloth drying in a dyeing room, row after row.

It looks spectacular.

However, taking into account hygiene issues, we do not allow other people to approach.

Xiaobao was also a smart child. He led a group of children to stand on the mountainside and looked down. From time to time, they clapped their hands, stamped their little feet, and screamed.

Enjoy it every day. I don’t know what’s good to see.

He is almost four years old and is jumping up and down, making Dabao jump out of his skin.

Su Qingnao had been busy for a few days. When she came home, she saw that her two sons were nowhere to be seen again, and she felt that this could not go on.