After escaping from famine, the Crown Princess of Disaster emptied out her rival’s warehouse

Chapter 183 The business entrusted to him by the eldest sister is unique
If they have more business like this in Zhuangzi, it will be enough to feed 3000 people. Kang Dawei has already made a very good plan to make the best use of their talents.

The old, weak, women and children went to do what they could, raising chickens, ducks, rabbits, fish and pigs, and the middle-aged people picked a group to farm.The half-grown child went to chop wood, and the clever one followed him to sell marinated ingredients outside.

The stall of braised ingredients has been handed over to Uncle Li who is lame on one foot and is also the Marquis' personal guard.Being honest and reliable, Du Wenjun taught him the recipe of marinade.

From purchasing to washing, cooking, and selling, he is responsible for everything.He is in his forties and is taciturn, but he is very interested in this business. It is said that he has developed all the market towns around Liangjun City.

The marinade business is very good, and the boys he selected are all smart and willing to work. The income of their group is extremely considerable.

Kang Dawei is the general manager of Zhuangzi. Du Wenjun only talks about everything, and he arranges the rest.

Du Wenjun also learned a simple and easy-to-remember method from Du Wanwan for daily accounts, using Arabic numerals.

In this way, even if someone gets their account book, they can't see what is written on it.

Kang Dawei likes this accounting method very much. It is convenient, quick and clear at a glance.I thought deep down in my heart that this Mr. Du was worthy of being the prince's favorite, he was extremely capable.

Even the way of keeping accounts is different from others.

Since his arrival, no one in Zhuangzi has been hungry anymore. They have adopted a work-point system in the canteen. More than 3000 people all eat in the same pot. No matter what they do, they have work points, and the work points are exchanged for wages at the end of the month.

With food, accommodation and wages included, where can I find such a good place?In other words, only those who retired from the army under Marquis Pingyang could enjoy such treatment.

In other counties and cities, retired veterans did not have such good luck.

Everyone respected Mr. Du very much. As soon as he came, he spent a lot of money to build houses, buy rice, noodles and cloth, and sew clothes and bedding according to heads.

Regardless of age, as long as you are on the roster in Zhuangzi, you can go to the cafeteria to eat and receive your own portion of cloth and cotton.

They were also taught about hygiene, washing hands before meals and after going to the toilet, and not drinking raw water but must drink boiled water to reduce the chance of entry of germs and avoid the occurrence of typhoid fever.

How could they disrespect such a good person?
Du Wenjun really wanted to say: You don't need to respect me. That was all told by my eldest sister. She planned everything and I conveyed it to her. It really has nothing to do with me.

But the people in Zhuangzi didn't know that the words came from Du Wenjun's mouth, so they naturally thought it was his idea.

Someone from Nantong Commercial Bank also came to order a batch of marinated ingredients to be sold back to southern Xinjiang. Business was very good. Unfortunately, the weather got hot later and I was afraid that the things would break on the road.

When they wanted to place an order, they were stopped by Du Wenjun. If something went wrong, it would be unethical to kill someone by eating the braised food.

I would rather earn less money than be so wicked.

After listening to what he said, Kang Dawei felt that it made sense. Even if the people in southern Xinjiang were not from the Wei Dynasty, even if they were really eaten to death, they would not come to the Wei Dynasty to find them.

However, you must abide by the basic moral bottom line of being a human being. Do not earn money that you should not earn, so as not to worry about your conscience.

It is true that Zhuangzi has more than 3000 mouths to eat and drink, and integrity must be maintained. Otherwise, not only the character will be ruined, but the business will not be saved.

Fortunately, the business at Zhuangzi is all about small profits and big profits. Let alone the marinade, just the wine making is the only one.

The wine produced every day is not enough to sell, even if the price is high, it is still not enough to sell.Because this wine was brewed by retired soldiers, Mr. Du gave it a resounding name, General Brewing.The first batch was sent to the military camp, and the soldiers drank it and were full of praise.Another batch sent to the Chu family's restaurant was also in short supply.

Other restaurants have to order wine, but they can't make it at all.

Du Wenjun thought of a way to cover several surrounding wineries, worked day and night, and finally met the needs of Liang Juncheng.

People from Nantong Commercial Bank knew about it and ordered a batch to be shipped back. They almost sold like crazy.In just a few months, Zhuangzi's accounts were basically on par with the previous investment.

Every time he saw Du Wenjun, Kang Dawei would sigh in his heart. This young man was really a good hand in business.If he hadn't come, he wouldn't have known how to arrange the more than 3000 people on Zhuangzi.

The prince has a unique vision, and the people he sees are indeed extraordinary.

Du Wenjun himself didn't feel this way. Every idea he had was given by his eldest sister and had nothing to do with him.

The eldest sister is the brain, and he is the legs. He just obeys the instructions of the brain and does things in the same way.

Just like how to make this white frosting, he also learned it from his eldest sister. Even the ratio was told to him by her eldest sister. If it weren't for her, he wouldn't have known that there was sugar whiter than snow in the world.

It’s just that the eldest sister said that if the white sugar comes out, it will arouse the covetousness of interested people. He is still considering whether to make this sugar.

Originally he was interested in making food, but after making wine and sugar, he suddenly lost his original interest in restaurants and wanted to do the business entrusted to him by his eldest sister. It was unique and made money very quickly.

Brown sugar turned into white sugar, something that was unimaginable, his sister did it.I don’t know how his sister’s head grew and why she has so many weird thoughts.

She said Aunt Hua told her, is that really the case?Why doesn't he feel like it?
Seeing that summer was about to pass and autumn was approaching, Du Wenjun thought it would be better to make white sugar and maybe sell it at a good price before the Mid-Autumn Festival.

After thinking about it, he asked Kang Dawei to find a few loyal and reliable people for him, signed a confidentiality agreement with them, and began to teach them how to make white sugar.

This workshop was handed over to a man named Qian, who was also a middle-aged man in his forties. The guard retired and lost his right hand.

He does not have to work directly, he is only responsible for purchasing, shipping, accounting, management, and supervision.His son also joined his group and studied sugar making.

The brown sugar was bought from outside. I didn’t buy much, so I bought a hundred kilograms for the time being.

Du Wenjun planned to finish it in three steps. The first time he taught them how to cook it, and the second time he let them do it by themselves. If anything went wrong in the middle, he would be there to help.

The third time, they had to operate the whole process by themselves. He said nothing, even if something went wrong, he didn't say anything, just to let them think about what went wrong in the middle and why the color of the sugar was not as white as the one he made.

Uncle Qian watched carefully and felt that the color of the sugar was wrong, so he immediately ordered his son to add more red mud water. He was ready to add the amount.

After adding it, the sugar in the pot changed color instantly, and the cooked sugar was also snow-white, just like what Du Wenjun made the first and second time.

Du Wenjun breathed a sigh of relief and gave Uncle Qian a thumbs up: "Uncle Qian is as careful as hair, good job."

(End of this chapter)