After Xiang Weiguo said this, Xiang Laogen and his wife fell into silence.

Just as the eldest son said, Jiang Sui was indeed a shrewd and capable person. The old couple once privately worried that Xiang Baiwei was too naive and could easily be deceived by Jiang Sui.

But Wang Chunhua then thought that it was obviously her daughter who was being hot and cold between the couple, and it seemed that Jiang Sui was the one being controlled.

Thinking of this, the old couple felt much more relieved.

In the courtyard, the second son Xiang Guoxin disagreed with his eldest brother's opinion: "My brother-in-law is a scholar, and scholars sometimes make mistakes by having too good ideas. Doing business is so difficult, and you can't do it well just by being well-educated."

What the second son said makes some sense.

The old couple was in trouble again.

Xiang Laogen puffed on his pipe, and after a while, he discussed with Wang Chunhua: "Mom, what does San Yatou think? I know she is capable, and her husband is also capable, but when it comes to business, you have to think more."

Wang Chunhua shook her hands helplessly: "Didn't I just tell you all this? The couple has their own ideas, so I can rest assured. What else can I say?"

The third brother Xiang Shuzhi spoke up at this time: "Since my sister and brother-in-law have their own ideas, then we should not get involved. I think my sister and brother-in-law are both very capable. They must have an idea about this matter."

“You support them.”

He knocked on Lao Gen's pipe and said, "Anyway, we have already discussed this matter in advance. If we interfere again, my son-in-law will probably be angry. So we will not intervene anymore. You guys just keep an eye on it and help those who need help. After all, we are a family."

"Don't worry, Dad!"

"That's right, Dad. We will definitely help my sister and brother-in-law."

"I'm helping my sister and brother-in-law right now."

…

Nightfall.

After washing up, Jiang Sui entered the room and found Xiang Baiwei sitting on the kang in a daze. He didn't know what she was thinking about.

"What are you thinking about? You look so serious even when you're daydreaming." Jiang Sui walked over and sat next to her, wiping his hands and face while chatting.

"I was thinking, my workshop is small now, and I don't need many people. Why not find some young people and widows from our village and nearby villages who have nothing to do to work in my small workshop, so that they can have some income to supplement their family income. What do you think of this idea?"

"I think this is a good idea." Jiang Sui smiled and nodded, "Then let's do it. Starting tomorrow, I've checked the lunar calendar and it will be a good day for everything to go well in six days. Why not choose that day to open your small fruit processing workshop?"

"We can't wait any longer. The fruits on the mountain can't wait," Xiang Baiwei nodded seriously, "Then I will take advantage of the remaining six days to make full preparations and wait for the opening in six days."

After saying that, Xiang Baiwei sat up straight, stretched out her arms to pull the curtain, and when she pulled it to the edge, she looked at Jiang Sui who had not yet covered his face: "Jiang Sui, thank you, good night."

"Good night."

Jiang Sui smiled faintly, watching Xiang Baiwei draw the bed curtain between them, then he pulled over a small thin blanket and lay down to sleep.

Early the next morning, Xiang Baiwei took the list she had prepared in advance and went to find those girls who had nothing to do at home and those widowed women.

Xiang Baiwei offered them a monthly salary of 20 yuan, which was equivalent to half of the salary of workers in a formal factory. For this reason, Xiang Baiwei specifically emphasized the level of this salary.

Although many of them were still not optimistic about Xiang Baiwei's fruit processing business and were willing to go there just for the twenty yuan, Xiang Baiwei did not care about these small details.

When the workshop is turned into a factory, these people will be glad that they found them early.

Although the workers had made their selections, none of them knew how to make jam or preserves.

Xiang Baiwei was the only one who understood, so she could only teach them step by step herself.

So although her small fruit processing workshop has opened, it is not much different from before it opened.

We only set off some firecrackers on the opening day to liven up the atmosphere.

But afterwards, Xiang Baiwei had people guard the door and not let anyone in.

Because she was going to start teaching her workers how to make jams and preserves, and she couldn't let others steal her skills.

Finally, after three or four days of her careful teaching, the first batch of workers were finally able to make jam.

After the finished product came out, Xiang Baiwei tasted it and was barely satisfied and acceptable.

Although the taste is similar to the one I made before, the sourness and sweetness are not well-balanced. I guess it’s because I didn’t control the heat well when cooking it.

Of course, the proportions and ratios were all strictly in accordance with Xiang Baiwei's requirements.

Xiang Baiwei looked at the table of jams, pondered for a while, and smiled at the first group of workers who were sitting nervously beside her: "It's not bad, but the temperature is not accurate enough. It doesn't matter, just practice more and it will be fine."

There were only three people in charge of the fire. When they heard Xiang Baiwei say this, they all lowered their heads, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Okay, don't be so dejected," Xiang Baiwei tapped the table lightly, signaling everyone to look up at her, "These jams are pretty good. Divide the jams and take them home to eat."

"How can this be? Isn't this kind of thing meant to be sold? How can we dare to eat it!" Although the person who said this said no, his eyes were fixed on the jam.

"I was planning to give this batch of jam to you and let you taste how it tastes. It's not appropriate for me to do it alone."

Xiang Baiwei smiled and pushed the row of jam forward. "You can divide it among yourselves. I won't get involved. If it tastes good, share it with the neighbors around you so that they can also like it. This way, it will be easier for us to do business in the future."

After saying this to Bai Wei, he no longer cared about how to divide the remaining jam. He turned around and continued to tinker with the machines, adjusting the production plan by the way.

Nearing evening, the workers who were leaving get off work left the small workshop, each carrying two bottles of jam and a bag of preserved fruit.

The villagers, who had not yet seen enough of the excitement, approached the workers who were familiar with them and asked them half-seriously and half-false questions. Some of the more cunning ones had been eyeing the things they carried out from the very beginning, wondering if they could get a share of them.

The next night, while reading, Jiang Sui took a break and chatted with Xiang Baiwei, and mentioned what he had heard at school.

It is said that the jam and preserved fruits distributed to Bai Wei are very popular. Several children have already become craving for them. Some brave children even dare to steal the jam when their parents are not paying attention.

(End of this chapter)