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

Chapter 68
The next day, the filtered and precipitated sweet potato starch was clearly layered.

Witnessed by Lizheng and several families, Shen Qingyu poured out the water, put the sweet potato starch in a sea bowl, and steamed it layer by layer.

When it came out, it was a big piece.

After drying the sweet potato noodles, Shen Qingyu invited Lizheng and several other families to come over for breakfast tomorrow morning.

Early the next morning, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Shen Qingyu cut a whole piece of sweet potato flour into thin strips, chopped sauerkraut and chili peppers, cooked it into soup, put it into sweet potato vermicelli and cooked it, then divided it into bowls, and sprinkled a little chopped green onion on top.

Xiao Taohua and Liu Cuixi put the bowls of hot and sour sweet potato vermicelli with red soup and green onion in front of everyone, their eyes were full of pride.

Their masters (masters) are so capable, they feel honored to do things!

Lizheng picked up the hot and sour sweet potato powder, and picked up a chopsticks of sweet potato powder with chopsticks. He found that the sweet potato powder was not easy to be pinched, and it was quite elastic.

Lizheng's eyes lit up instantly after eating it in his mouth!
It is springy and smooth, served with hot and sour soup... He has never eaten such delicious sweet potato noodles!
"This taste is really good!" Li Zheng admired and began to savor it carefully.

Several representatives also started to eat, and then nodded in admiration.

Shen Qingyu explained the production process in detail.

She didn't intend to keep it a secret. Anyway, there is no technical barrier to making sweet potato flour, and it is not complicated to make.

Even if you don't tell the outside world, it's not difficult for others to find out by themselves.

But... if ordinary people make it, where can they sell it?

How much money can be sold?
How much work will it take to sell?
Shen Qingyu waited patiently for everyone to finish eating, and then said: "If I take out these sweet potato vermicelli, I will dry them first, and then bundle them into bundles and sell them in bundles."

Li Zheng and several men and women looked at each other: "How much can this thing sell for a catty?"

Shen Qingyu smiled: "You don't have to worry about how much I sell per catty, I only do two things in the village."

Two pale fingers stood up.

"The first thing is to dig out the sweet potatoes you planted, wash them and send them over on the same day. I will charge ten cents per catty. I only accept white sweet potatoes, not yellow sweet potatoes."

The flour extraction rate of white sweet potatoes is higher than that of yellow sweet potatoes.

"Second thing, when my sweet potato vermicelli workshop started, the people in the village who came to work for me would give me [-] Wen or two catties of miscellaneous grains for every [-] catties of sweet potato flour slurry that was ground and filtered."

"For every [-] catties of sun-dried sweet potato vermicelli made from the filtered sweet potato slurry, I will give you [-] Wen or two catties of miscellaneous grains."

"Under normal circumstances, [-] catties of sweet potatoes can make [-] catties of dried sweet potato vermicelli."

"If everyone thinks it's appropriate, you can go home and plant sweet potatoes. I'll wait for Uncle Lizheng to confirm with everyone."

"If everyone agrees to do this, and your sweet potatoes are planted, come to my house to repair the house that makes sweet potato flour..."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and then dispersed, and went home to discuss.

Uncle Lizheng hadn't left yet, he was very excited, looking at Shen Qingyu's face, it was like seeing Guanshiyin Bodhisattva.

"Qing Yu...I really don't know what to say..."

Shen Qingyu chuckled: "Uncle Li Zheng, you mustn't be too polite, I've done this business, and I'm making money."

You can also earn a lot.

One hundred catties of sweet potatoes can be sold as vermicelli for three taels of silver.

But the production cost is only about [-] Wen.

Including the part that makes money for the sales channel, if a hundred catties of sweet potatoes fall into his hands, he can earn at least half a tael of silver.

If I make 250 catties of sweet potatoes a month and produce [-] catties of sweet potato vermicelli, I can earn at least [-] taels of silver.

Although the money seems small, the sweet potato vermicelli is easy to transport, durable to store, and can be sold for a long distance.

Even the capital can be sold.

Uncle Lizheng's face was serious: "You came up with the idea, and you should earn the money! Besides, the repair workshop still needs money! It's all your money..."

Shen Qingyu smiled and pointed in the direction of the backyard: "Uncle Li Zheng, since I've reached this point, I'll make it clear first."

"The backyard is too small. To make sweet potato flour and to dry the sweet potato flour, that's not enough space."

"So, the village needs to provide places, repair workshops, and places to dry sweet potato flour."

Since it is about eating, for the sake of food safety and the convenience of quality control, Shen Qingyu feels that it is better to focus on it.

Uncle Lizheng patted his thigh: "What's so difficult about this? There is a large open space next to your backyard, which is estimated to be three acres. Can you see if it is enough?"

Shen Qingyu thought for a while, and his eyes lit up: "It's enough. I don't know how much it is per mu?"

Li was looking left and right, lowered his voice, looking mysterious.

"You are trying to make a living for the people in the village. Naturally, I can't let you suffer. The barren hills sold in the village cost ten taels of silver per mu of land. You count eight taels of silver, can you make it?"

Shen Qingyu grinned: "Successful! Of course it will be successful."

Uncle Lizheng was happy and wanted to leave cheerfully.

But Shen Qingyu called him again: "Uncle Li Zheng, there is one more thing, I can only ask you for help."

"What's the matter? You said."

"Which people in this village can do things and who can't do things, you need to be a constant checker. I also want to ask you to help them keep accounts."

"In the end, I just pay according to the production of sweet potato vermicelli."

Without waiting for Uncle Lizheng to be in trouble, Shen Qingyu directly offered a condition: "I won't say anything else, but I will give you ten cents for every thirty catties of sweet potato vermicelli, do you think it's okay?"

Li Zhengshu's eyes lit up instantly!

People only pay [-] Wen for making [-] catties of sweet potato vermicelli.

Grinding a hundred catties of sweet potato flour is only twenty cash.

I am only in charge of supervising and managing people, and I will give ten cents to fans of thirty catties?
So many people make it, how many sweet potato vermicelli can be produced in a day?
Lizheng felt that he hadn't learned the art well, and he couldn't figure it out all at once, it must be a lot of money!
Molars came out after laughing for a while.

Li Zheng nodded with a smile and promised: "Don't worry, Qingyu, I will take care of all these people and things for you, and you just need to accept sweet potato fans."

Shen Qingyu saw that Lizheng wanted to leave immediately, went to find someone to grow sweet potatoes, and reminded with a smile: "Our village can't grow so many sweet potatoes. If we want to do it for a long time, we need all the people in the surrounding villages to grow sweet potatoes. to do it for a long time.”

This is to give Lizheng the opportunity to express his friendship, and it will be easier for Lizheng to talk to Lizheng in a nearby village.

Li ran away with his ass on fire.

Uncle Li Zheng is serious and responsible. As a factory manager, he is very suitable for managing back office and production.

After finishing the production, Shen Qingyu called Xiao Cao Xiao Hua.

Two and a half older children helped to make sweet potato flour yesterday and participated in the whole process.

Seeing Shen Qingyu calling themselves, the two girls felt a little embarrassed: "Aunt Qingyu, are you looking for us?"

Shen Qingyu said calmly: "Since I bought you, you can call me my boss in the future."

Xiaocao Xiaohua's forced smile disappeared immediately, and she agreed nervously, "It's... my boss."

"Do you all remember the way of sweet potato vermicelli?"

Xiao Cao Xiao Hua nodded in fear: "Remember...remember..."

"If they want to make sweet potato vermicelli in the future, the two of you need to take care of this. The sweet potato must be washed clean before you can collect it. There must be no sediment."

"Sweet potato slurry must be filtered carefully. Once the gauze is broken, the filtered slurry cannot be used. Did I make it clear?"

Xiao Cao Xiao Hua nodded repeatedly.

Shen Qingyu looked at the two sisters who were terrified, leaned back, and asked suddenly: "If your parents or your younger brother come to sell sweet potatoes in the future and they haven't been cleaned, will you accept them?"

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