The queen of fast wear has a fetish for collecting gold fingers

Chapter 756: The Tool Man Brother Who Loves the Heroine 22
"Fourth, what's the matter with you coming here at noon?"

The old man, who was playing chess by himself under the persimmon tree in the courtyard, saw Jian Jian from a long distance away, and asked with a smile when he saw someone coming in.

Jian Jian waved his hand, nodded, and said with a smile, "Well, there is something I want to talk to the patriarch about."

The old man pointed to the long bench opposite the small table with his cattail fan and said, "Sit here."

"Hey, what's in that pottery pot you're carrying?"

Jian Jian stepped forward and handed the clay pot to the patriarch, "It's sweet soup. Patriarch, wait a moment, I'll go back to the house and get a bowl."

Hearing that it was sweet soup, the old man's eyes lit up immediately, he opened the small lid on the earthen pot and took a look, then lowered his head and smelled it, raised his head and laughed and scolded: "If you have anything to do, just talk to your uncle and grandpa, why do you bring this over here?" , look at the sweetness, how much sugar does it take to get it in, you prodigal son."

Jian Jian didn't respond to the old man's words, and went into the kitchen familiarly, took out a bowl and spoon from the cupboard, scooped out a bowl for the old man, and took out the clay pot from his arms and put it on the ground.

There is no way, the old man's beloved chess is placed on the small table of the old man, and there is really no place to put the clay pot.

The old man scooped up the sweet soup, took a sip, and smiled instantly, "Where did this sweet soup come from? Sanniang made it? I didn't realize it before, she still has this skill."

"No, I made this." Simplified sat on the bench and smiled as he watched the old man happily eating sweet soup.

The old man didn't say anything after hearing the words, he just drank the sweet soup cherishingly, when the sweet soup bottomed out, he simply stood up and wanted to fill another bowl for him, the old man hurriedly removed the bowl, waved his hand and said: "No, no Yes, save some, my wife has never eaten such a delicious sweet soup."

"Yeah." Jian Jian held the clay pot that he had just picked up with one hand in his arms, and took the bowl from the old man's hand and put it back in the stove.

"Hey, you don't need to wash the dishes, just put them aside." The old man said worriedly.

"understood."

After Jian Jian sat back on the long bench, the old man was in the mood to ask: "Tell me, what's the matter?" While talking, he looked at Jian Jian suspiciously.

Jian Jian scratched his head naively, hesitated for a while, and then stumbled to explain the reason for his visit.

"You mean the sweet soup just now?"

The simple chick nodded fiercely like pecking at rice, "Yes, that's the one. The patriarch just ate it, and it tastes good. I believe that if you sell it for money, you can definitely earn a lot of money."

"Then you can do it yourself, why do you want to plant fruit trees in the village to do it together?" The old man looked at Jian Jian puzzled, his brows were tightly frowned.

"Hey." Jian Yi raised his hand and touched the tip of his nose, pretending to be embarrassed and said: "Patriarch, if I only sell it once or twice, I will definitely not say it."

"Furthermore, I think this is a good business, and I can continue to do it for a long time. In this way, I eat alone, relying on the guys in the mountains to eat and drink. Seeing that the big guys are still the same as before, I am I can't get over it."

The old man tilted his head and squinted his eyes slightly, and asked, "You sold and ate the wild game in the mountains, why didn't I see you, and I couldn't bear it?"

"That's different." Simple said anxiously.

"Why is it different?"

Jian Jian took a deep breath, and quickly retorted: "The wild game also relies on my strength. When I meet a big guy, I will fight with my life. I will not let it go. Besides, the wild game I can’t harvest it every day, it’s unstable, but canned fruit is different, except for winter, there are fruits in the mountains at other times, and I can buy it every day.”

"Isn't this also relying on strength?" The old man asked persistently.

Jian Jian glanced at the old man with the helpless eyes, and broke up with the old man: "Forget it, let's not talk about this. In this way, I will settle the score with the old man."

"If I do it by myself, there are too many things to worry about. First of all, the most troublesome thing is to pick fruits. The mountain in the village is too big. Although there are many fruits, they are too scattered. I can't let go of the fruits in the field. I have been groping for fruits on the mountain all day long. If people from the village were to be hired to pick them, and they saw that I made money, they would start a new stove and sell them by themselves. It’s okay if it’s just one or two, If many people in the village are like this, then everyone will fight for the price, you are one penny lower, I am two pennies cheaper, and everyone will not be able to earn money."

"However, it will be different if the village works together as a partnership. The larger the scale, the higher the quality of the output, and the more stable the selling price. I believe those caravans are more willing to take it out for sale, even if each family can share it at the beginning. The money received is not much, but after a long time, it will accumulate into a considerable sum.”

Jian Jian didn't argue with the old man about any big reasons, he just talked about simple interests.

Sure enough, the benefits are touching, after such a careful analysis by Jian Jian, the old man immediately understood Jian Jian's thoughts and calculations, raised his hand and slapped Jian Jian's shoulder forcefully, and scolded with a smile: "My boy, why didn't I see it before, you are quite clever Yes."

Jian Jian touched his shoulder and laughed, the old man slapped him again when he saw this, and said angrily: "You're still laughing, tell me what you want to do, I'll think about it."

Jian Jian stopped making troubles, and told the plan he had planned on the way back.

"The patriarch planting fruit trees is a job after all. I think there are many people in the village who don't want to bother, but think that we are meddling."

"How about this? Let's adopt a voluntary model for this matter. If you want to join, you can register with you, and then everyone pools money to build a workshop in the village. In the future, the income of the workshop selling canned food will be based on everyone's pool. A fraction of the money.

Let’s go to the town to buy sugar; find someone to order the jars; as for the fruits in the raw materials, we will collect them from people in the village at a low price; Picking out one person to be a person, of course, is to pay others. "

"When everyone sells the first batch of canned fruits and earns money, the patriarch can also rent out the land in the village to everyone, and divide the land for everyone to plant fruit trees, so that after two years, everyone won't need to search for it in the mountains, and More cans can be produced."

"..."

Simply told the old man about the multi-person joint venture factory model of the future generations, drew a big cake, and looked forward to the future. It took less than half an hour to completely convince the old man.

"I was hunting in the mountains a few days ago, and I found a small puddle. The water coming out of the small puddle is extraordinarily sweet. The water used for the sweet soup that Patriarch Gang drank was scooped out from there. Our fruit Canned food made with that water tastes better and can be sold for more money. In the afternoon, I will pick up Liulang from school, and the patriarch will come and have a look?"

"it is good."

The old man has been the patriarch and village head for decades, and he has dealt with many officials and gentry in the town. He has a long experience and a lot of knowledge. This thing can be done.

For a moment, the old man looked at Jian Jian differently, full of admiration and joy.

(End of this chapter)