Carry the space through the famine years, bring the cubs to become the richest man in the five count

A month after waking up, Shen Qingyu quietly went on the scale, and her weight had already reached 140 jins.

For this sake, Shen Qingyu herself couldn't bear it.

I can't get fatter anymore.

My old lady is right: no matter whether a man changes his mind or not, he must first know how to cherish himself.

She still doesn't want to get sick early in life, when the time comes there will be a bunch of underlying diseases, and life will be unhappy.

So Shen Qingyu resolutely gave up the staple food.

Needless to say, the weight is no longer flying upwards, and it has basically stabilized.

Cook stewed vegetables every day, look at bean sprouts, and then watch the peppers and soybeans grown by refugees under the protection of a group of dragon guards...

The busyness turned her into a strong fat man weighing 140 pounds...

Looking at the cumbersome chest, Shen Qingyu was very helpless: It's quite a place to be fat, but won't this affect walking and sight?
As soon as she walked, she wobbled wildly, not to mention that she was tired, even Qi Yunxiao's scorching eyes peeping, she had caught it several times!

But this kind of thing is not easy to reprimand.

Ms. Zhao Yuzhu said with emotion: "Fortunately, this face was saved, and the acne did not break out like you said..."

Shen Qingyu: "Hehehe..."

If she really spoiled herself to the way she was when she first came here, Shen Qingyu would also despise herself.

So the face still insisted on washing with Lingquan water, maintaining a white, tender, smooth and rosy appearance.

Yuqiao went back. It is said that Cheng Ping was sent back, and his back was beaten to pieces. Although he was sent back, he seemed to have lost his soul.

Fortunately, the Qian family knew that Cheng Ping was not an ordinary person, so they would not show embarrassment because of this, and they still served him thoughtfully and meticulously.

Sweet potatoes are finally in season to harvest.

The sweet potato flour workshop, which has already been repaired, is about to start work.

Uncle Lizheng was a little nervous: this was the first time the whole village had been mobilized, and he was always worried that something might not be considered carefully.

Shen Qingyu smiled and reviewed the game with him.

General personnel: Uncle Li Zheng, responsible for the recruitment and job assignment of all the people who come to work in the sweet potato flour workshop.

General procurement: Shen Dasong and Xiao Taohua, responsible for the inspection and weighing of sweet potatoes.

Statistics and accounting: Shen Shitou, Wenjin, Dabao, Xiaobao.

Nine-year-old Shen Shitou, eight-year-old Wenjin, and Dabao and Xiaobao, who were less than seven years old, had all learned how to read and count from Xue Juzheng and Wen Che, so keeping accounts was no problem.

It can also cultivate children's sense of responsibility by the way.

General Sales: Qi Yunxiao.

He has a sales network in his hands, through him, sweet potato fans can quickly spread to the whole country.

And Shen Qingyu, the boss who sits in the town, solves any problems he encounters.

What is this afraid of?

After listening to Shen Qingyu's logical analysis, Lizheng no longer struggled with it for a while: "What you said is that I attach too much importance to this matter, and they also asked me in private..."

Although Shen Qingyu made a lot of money in the past, but after all, her family was the only one, and she didn't hire many people.

But now this sweet potato flour workshop is related to the income of the whole village, who can not pay attention to it?
As the sweet potatoes grew up day by day, the villagers did not dare to ask Shen Qingyu, but they all went to ask Lizheng in private: The sweet potatoes have grown, does what Qingyu said count?

Shen Qingyu understood, waved his hand, and smiled proudly: "Tomorrow! We will start harvesting sweet potatoes tomorrow!"

For a while, the village was full of people digging sweet potatoes.

After the refugees in the back mountain have been checked like dragging nets, they now also come to Shenjia Village to buy and sell things with others, and exchange information. They are very envious when they see the villagers digging sweet potatoes for ten cents a catty.

This thing has a much higher yield than soybeans and peppers.

If they can also grow sweet potatoes, it's the same price, wouldn't it be better?

Shen Qingyu didn't mind about this: "You guys want to grow sweet potatoes, it's a matter of next year, this year is out of season. And I just started to do it, so I don't dare to harvest too much at once."

The refugees can only drink porridge while envious of their real names.

Seeing that everyone went down to dig sweet potatoes, Shen Qingyu began to train people in various positions.

Shen Dasong and Xiao Taohua were the first to be imprisoned in Sweet Potato, and they were trained first.

"Sweet potatoes must be washed clean, and they can be packed in bamboo baskets. Wooden tubs and barrels are not acceptable, and those with water..."

After some training, Shen Qingyu looked at Xiao Taohua with a serious face: "Let me ask you, what would you do if someone sent unwashed sweet potatoes?"

Xiao Taohua immediately replied: "No."

"Then what if this person once helped you when you were in trouble?"

Xiao Taohua: "..."

She's honest and doesn't lie: she really doesn't know what to do in a situation like this.

Shen Qingyu glanced at her, but didn't force her: "If someone sends you a sweet potato that hasn't been washed, you must not accept it. If you accept it..."

Xiao Taohua was so frightened by the sentence that Shen Qingyu stopped, she didn't dare to breathe.

"Then you will be responsible for cleaning up."

When Xiao Taohua heard it, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Yes, I understand."

Shen Qingyu glanced at Shen Dasong again: "You are responsible for the final quality control. You must know that if the sweet potatoes are ground into a pulp with silt, the sweet potato vermicelli that comes out in the end may contain sand."

"If those rich people eat mud and sand when they eat it, our sweet potato fans' signboard will be smashed!"

"Since you choose to do it, then help me control this level..."

After Shen Qingyu finished speaking, Shen Dasong nodded, and promised in a deep voice: "My boss, don't worry, I will take care of it carefully."

Soon, the sweet potatoes were delivered.

Seeing the huge basket of copper coins on the scale, everyone was shocked!
Weighing on the spot, pay on the spot! ?
How much can I get for my own sweet potatoes?
Everyone's heartbeat quickened immediately.

But when it was the turn of the sweet potatoes to be weighed, the situation appeared.

I have to say that everyone has different standards for "clean".

Someone really washed the sweet potatoes one by one.

Some people sent them over after passing through the water with sediment on it.

Someone dug it out and rubbed it, and sent it over without even passing the water.

Shen Qingyu was not angry either, and picked up the cleanest one and held it up high: "The sweet potatoes that will be sent later, everyone will use this as the standard: there should be no sand on the surface."

"If there are, everyone can wash them at the door today before sending them in. In the future, please wash them at home before sending them over."

"Where are so many particulars..." Someone muttered unconvinced.

Shen Qingyu took a look at that person, it was a family living at the end of the village, he was used to being untidy, everyone called him Shen Dalan.

"If you find it troublesome, you can keep it for yourself in the future and don't need to send it over. This is the standard for sending it over. If you can't do it, after today, you can pick it back yourself."

"I put the ugly words up front to avoid more trouble in the future."

"If you find it troublesome and don't want to, you can leave now. After all, I don't owe you anything." After Shen Qingyu finished speaking, she looked at everyone.

Seeing Shen Qingyu's serious face without a smile, everyone felt awe-inspiring: Shen Qingyu is not easy to fool.

If you are hard, I will be soft.

So everyone shut up.

Those who didn't wash their sweet potatoes squatted by the spring water drawn from the door to wash their own sweet potatoes.

"Qingyu? Do you want some rotten sweet potatoes?"

Shen Qingyu looked over, just in time to see someone holding up a sweet potato dug in half by the spring and asking.

She nodded: "It needs to be dug up if it's rotten, but the rotten part has to be cut off. It's the same sentence, no sand!"

"okay……"

Sweet potatoes that have been dug up and rotten cannot be kept, they are easily spoiled, and they are not easy to eat.

It would be great if the digging is rotten, and the loss will be very small.

The spring water was ding-dong, and the relieved villagers were talking and laughing while washing the sweet potatoes, and the few villagers in charge of pulping were gearing up.

Four little accountants were sitting next to the scale, waiting with serious faces for everyone to come and check the scale.