Chapter 183 The business that the eldest sister gave him is unique
If they had one more business like this on their farm, it would be enough to support three thousand people. Kang Dawei has already made a very good plan to make the best use of everyone's 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 children went to chop wood, and the clever ones followed them to sell marinade outside.
The marinade stall had been handed over to Uncle Li, who was lame in one leg and was also a personal guard of the Marquis. He was honest and reliable, so Du Wenjun taught him the recipe of the marinade.
He was in charge of everything from purchasing to washing, boiling, and selling. He was in his forties and was taciturn, but he was very dedicated to this business. It was said that all the market towns around Liang County City were developed by him.
The marinated food business was booming, and the guys he selected were all smart and hardworking, so their group made a considerable profit.
Kang Dawei is the chief steward of the manor. Du Wenjun just talks about everything, and he arranges the rest.
For daily accounts, Du Wenjun also learned a simple and easy-to-remember method from Du Wanwan, which is to use Arabic numerals.
In this way, even if someone gets their account book, they won’t be able to tell what is written on it.
Kang Dawei liked this way of doing accounts very much, it was really convenient, fast and clear at a glance. He thought in his heart that this Mr. Du was indeed the one chosen by the prince, and he was very capable.
Even the way of keeping accounts is different from others.
Since he came, the people in the village have never been hungry again. They adopted the work point system in the canteen. More than 3,000 people all ate from the same pot. No matter what they did, they would get work points, and at the end of the month, the work points would be exchanged for wages.
Where else can you find such a good place with free food and accommodation and wages? Only the retired soldiers under the army of Pingyang Hou can enjoy such treatment.
Retired veterans in other counties don’t have such good luck.
Everyone respected this Mr. Du very much. As soon as they arrived, they took out large amounts of silver to build houses, buy rice, flour, and cloth, and sew clothes and bedding for each person.
Regardless of age, as long as one is on the roster at the village, one can go to the cafeteria to eat and receive his or her own share of cloth and cotton.
They were also taught to pay attention to hygiene, wash their hands before meals and after defecation, and not drink raw water but boiled water to reduce the chance of germs entering the mouth and avoid typhoid fever.
How could they not respect such a good person?
Du Wenjun really wanted to say: You don’t have to respect me, that was all told by my eldest sister, everything was planned by her and I conveyed it to her, it really has nothing to do with me.
But the people in Zhuangzi didn’t know this. All the words came from Du Wenjun’s mouth, so naturally they thought it was his idea.
People from Nantong Trading Company once ordered a batch of marinated ingredients to be taken back to southern Xinjiang to sell. Business was very good, but unfortunately the weather got hot later and they were afraid the goods would go bad on the way.
Du Wenjun stopped them from placing orders. If something went wrong and someone died from eating the marinade, it would be too unkind.
I would rather earn less money than be so immoral.
After listening to his words, Kang Dawei felt that it made sense. Even if the people in Southern Xinjiang were not from Wei, they would not run to Wei to find them even if they were really starving to death.
But the basic moral bottom line of being a human being must be followed. Don't earn money that you shouldn't earn, so as not to feel guilty.
It is true that there are more than 3,000 mouths to feed and drink in the village, but integrity must also be maintained, otherwise not only will your character be ruined, but you will also lose your business.
Fortunately, all businesses on the farm are small in capital but high in profit. Not to mention the marinades, just the winemaking is unique.
The wine brewed every day was not enough to sell, even if the price was high. Because this wine was brewed by retired soldiers, Master Du gave it a resounding name, "General Brew".
The first batch was sent to the military camp, and the soldiers praised it highly. The second batch was sent to the Chu family's restaurant, and it was also in short supply.
Other restaurants cannot brew wine at all if they want to order it.
Du Wenjun thought of a way. He took over several wineries in the surrounding area and worked day and night to finally meet the needs of Liangjun City.
When the people from Nantong Commercial Bank found out, they also ordered a batch and shipped it back, where it sold like hot cakes. After just a few months, the bank's account balance had basically equaled the initial investment.
Every time he saw Du Wenjun, Kang Dawei would sigh in his heart that this young man was really good at doing business. If he hadn't come, he wouldn't know how to arrange the more than 3,000 people in the village.
The prince has a unique vision, and the person he chooses is indeed extraordinary.
Du Wenjun himself did not have such a feeling. Every idea he had came from his elder sister and had nothing to do with him.
The eldest sister is the brain and he is the legs. He just follows the brain's instructions 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 proportions were told to him by his eldest sister. If it weren't for his eldest sister, he wouldn't have known that there is sugar in the world that is whiter than snow.
But his eldest sister said that if the white sugar came out, it might attract the covetousness of some people with ulterior motives, so he was still considering whether to make the sugar.
Originally he was interested in making food, but after working in wine and sugar making, he suddenly lost interest in restaurants. He wanted to do the business given to him by his eldest sister, which was unique and would make money very quickly.
Turning brown sugar into white sugar is something that you would never dare to think about, but his sister did it. I don’t know what’s wrong with his sister’s brain, why does she have so many weird ideas.
She said that Aunt Hua told her that. Is that true? Why does he feel that it is not the case?
As summer is almost over and autumn is about to come, Du Wenjun thinks it is better to make the sugar. Maybe he can sell it at a good price before the Mid-Autumn Festival.
After thinking it over, he asked Kang Dawei to find him a few loyal and reliable people, signed a confidentiality agreement with them, and began to teach them how to make white sugar.
The workshop was handed over to a man named Qian, a middle-aged man in his forties, a retired bodyguard who had lost his right hand.
He didn't have to work directly in the kitchen. He was only responsible for purchasing, shipping, accounting, management and supervision. His son also joined his team and learned how to make sugar.
I bought the brown sugar from outside, not much, so I just bought 100 kilograms for now.
Du Wenjun planned to complete it in three times. The first time, he would teach them how to make it, and the second time, he would let them do it themselves. If any mistakes occurred in the middle, he would give them pointers.
The third time, they did the whole process by themselves. He didn't say a word, even when something went wrong. He just wanted them to figure out for themselves what went wrong and why the sugar was not as white as he made.
Uncle Qian watched carefully from the side and felt that the sugar color was not right, so he immediately told his son to add more red mud water. He had already prepared the amount to be added.
After adding, the sugar in the pot changed color instantly, and the boiled 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 very attentive, well done."
(End of this chapter)
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