Nuanba returned to the room and saw his mother teasing his daughter and talking to her in a teasing tone.

Nuanbao looked up at Nuanba and puffed out his cheeks. His eyes rolled and a malicious smile appeared on his face.

Looking at his daughter's expression, Nuan's father suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Dad, our village has a potato flour factory. We can buy potatoes from the surrounding villages, but where to sell them is a problem. We can't let the villagers take turns selling them on the black market! The number of people in the black market can't consume all the potato flour our village will make next!"

Nuanba's cocky face drooped all of a sudden.

"Baoer, tell me what you want Dad to do."

Nuan Bao was amused by Nuan Ba's obedient look.

"Dad, I'm going to make some instant potato flour in my space tonight. Tomorrow, let's take this potato flour in a self-heating lunch box and go to the steel mill, textile mill, flour mill, etc., and visit each factory one by one."

When Nuanba heard what Nuanbao said, he immediately understood what Nuanbao meant.

"Baoer, do you want to discuss long-term cooperation with these factories?"

"Yes, we're all good comrades, so naturally we should help each other. Our villagers are short of food and clothing, and they have mountains of defective products at the factory, which we can exchange with us for potato flour. Our potato flour can not only be eaten as food, but can also be used in cooking. What a bargain!"

Nuan's father thought about it secretly and found that it was indeed the case.

"Okay, Baoer, then you can go to town with Dad tomorrow!"

"Okay!"

The father and daughter agreed on a trip. On the first day, Nuan's father handed the work at the village office to his grandfather and great-grandfather, and he took Nuan Bao to the town.

The father and daughter's first stop was the soap factory.

The father and daughter were stopped by the guard at the gate of the soap factory.

Nuan's father took out his militia ID. The guard looked at Nuan's father, then at Nuan Bao, took the ID card suspiciously and looked at it. Then he said "wait a moment" and ran to the director's office.

The director of the soap factory was a tall, thin, middle-aged woman named Lin Xiuyun. She was wearing a blue-gray Lenin suit, a pen pinned to her chest, and her hair was neatly combed. She walked out of the office with a steady step, wearing a pair of large black cotton shoes.

"You guys wanted to see me? What's going on?"

Lin Xiuyun glanced at Nuanba and the other man, and was certain she had never seen them before. Could they be distant relatives who had left the army?

Lin Xiuyun's thinking diverged and her imagination ran wild.

Nuanbao saw that Lin Xiuyun was confused and quickly called his father.

"Hello, Director. We are employees of the Linjiang Village Potato Flour Factory. We are here to bring blessings to the employees of the soap factory."

After saying that, Nuanba turned around and lifted a large sack from the sled behind his car. The sack was filled with instant vermicelli that Nuanbao had processed overnight and packed in self-heating lunch boxes.

"This is self-heating instant potato noodles, developed by our factory using new technology developed in Beijing. When our factory workers are too busy to eat, all they need is a pot of water and a few minutes of warming hot and sour potato noodles. Oh, and by the way, this instant potato noodle packet is filled with good-for-you herbs and spices."