Chapter 143: Driving Wealth
Shen Qingyue had to double the amount of food she prepared and hired another twenty people, all to prepare the food here.
Fortunately, when Shen Qingyue built the house, the yard was big enough, and there were drainage wells and sewers in the yard, which made it much more convenient!
Although it cost a lot of money to build the house, it is comfortable to use.
Just washing potatoes required two hundred kilograms a day, and these people praised the well's construction while working.
"That's why people say Shen Qingyue is so amazing. She's the type who thinks ten steps ahead. She knew this would happen when she was building the house."
"That's right. I heard it cost two thousand. At that time, I thought it was the highest price in the whole village. Now it's worth it."
"If my family builds a house in the future, we will not build it ourselves. We can't get it this good if we pay someone to build it."
"Oh. You're late. Zhou Jinbao has only left seven or eight people to repair He Zhengchen's small house. The others have gone to the county to build a house. We have to hurry up and build the house."
"It's no use going too early. I don't have any money."
The two aunts were talking without stopping their work. Only when they saw Aunt Dahua coming over did they shut up.
The twenty new recruits were carefully selected by the village chief.
They are all smart and capable women.
After the Malatang Shengbao staff disbanded, they were worried about where to work. This time, they only selected 20 people.
Those who are chosen are afraid of being squeezed out.
Everyone wanted to use one hundred and twenty percent of their strength.
Just as Auntie Dahua had settled down, a little girl named Wu Ling said, "Auntie, the tofu shop needs to settle the bill. It's three hundred yuan for three days."
Aunt Dahua said, "Okay, I'll go right away."
Wu Ling, with her freckled face and unmarried life, had been a source of much regret at home, but she herself had said she wasn't going to get married! Now, chosen for her youthful intelligence and good memory, she'd become Aunt Dahua's deputy.
Now the situation is getting better and better. I heard that the matchmaker goes to her house every day to find a husband for her.
The villagers have few options, so girls can only rely on marriage to change their fate. Now there is Shen Qingyue's business.
The status of the girls in the village rose suddenly. They didn't hope that everyone could become someone like Shen Qingyue, but even if there was only one tenth of her, it would be a great achievement!
Aunt Dahua went out to pay the bill and ordered twice as much tofu.
The person who came this time was the owner of the tofu shop. She was beaming with joy after receiving the money. I heard that their family used to run the business as a family, but now they have started to hire people.
It can be seen that Shen Qingyue's prosperity has helped many people become rich.
As soon as Aunt Dahua sat down, she frowned and asked, "Why are there so few dishes delivered today?"
The amount of food Shen Qingyue ordered was getting bigger and bigger every day. Now she had enough for three days.
Wu Ling was about to speak.
The village chief interjected appropriately: "It's been hot these past few days. The nearby villages are fine, but those in the distant villages will get heatstroke if they walk such a long distance."
Aunt Dahua hissed, then as if she suddenly remembered something, she ran out with a brisk pace and didn't come back until twenty minutes later!
As soon as Wu Ling saw her coming in, she handed her a bowl of freshly chilled sour plum soup.
As soon as it was taken out, everyone took a share. This bowl was left for her by the little girl. This thing is sour and sweet, and everyone loves it. Now it has become a standard in the compound.
Those who don’t work here are so envious.
Aunt Dahua took a sip and swallowed it, then let out a long sigh. She felt more energetic.
Wu Ling asked, "Aunt, where have you been?"
Aunt Dahua said, "I'm going to look for Old Mrs. Li's farm. He doesn't need his ox cart anymore. I'd rather go over there and pick some vegetables. I'll give him the travel expenses later."
Back then, when Zhuangzi first got Shen Qingyue's ride, he used an ox cart to pick her up and drop her off. Later, Uncle Zhuangzi felt sorry for his ox, so he thought of a compromise and said he would quit, which is why Shen Qingyue bought the cart.
If he stopped working, the ox would be comfortable, but he would also lose his income. He was idle anyway, so he could harvest the vegetables. Having an oxcart was also convenient.
This is what Aunt Dahua had in mind.
The village chief next to him said, "You have the right idea now, so you make the decision on your own without consulting Shen Qingyue."
Aunt Dahua asked, "How do you know I haven't discussed this?" Then she looked up and down at the village head: "Why are you always here when you don't go to the village committee?"
The village chief was speechless.
In the past, the man was the breadwinner and the woman was the homemaker. Now Aunt Dahua has become Shen Qingyue's manager, managing more people than the village chief, and has become more capable.
Now that the land is leased to each household, the village chief has some free time.
Now that I see my wife's career is thriving, not only does she have the final say, but she also has a little assistant like Wu Ling. I'm so envious.
If he wasn't the village chief, he would have wanted to come over too.
But he was embarrassed to say this.
Hearing Aunt Dahua say this, he felt ashamed and walked out with his hands behind his back.
He saw that the seedlings in the fields were growing lushly, and that people were no longer tending to them three times a day as they used to. Instead, they were putting their experience into their own vegetable gardens.
Now this is no ordinary vegetable garden. What grows from the ground is not vegetables, but money.
"village head."
"Busy?" said the village chief.
"Well, look at how well my tomatoes are growing. They're pink and sweet. These are good seeds my relatives found. When they're ready, I'll pick a few for you to try."
The village chief said, "Goodbye, you should keep it and sell it for money."
"Now that Shen Qingyue is here to harvest the vegetables, life is better." There was no income before. It's just that there's little land, and now many people want to buy land at high prices.
What a pity that there is nothing to sell!
The land is now twice as expensive as before, yet no one wants to buy it.
The village chief walked around and saw that everyone was busy except him, who was very idle. He couldn't help but think, why not, he also grow some vegetables?
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Shen Qingyue and the fat chef Chen Huai were discussing something in the kitchen.
After a few hours, I finally made the sour plum paste. This is concentrated juice, just add some water if you want to drink it.
It's just that cooking this thing is very labor-intensive and requires constant stirring. Fortunately, Fat Chef Chen Huai has a lot of assistants around him.
Shen Qingyue needed this, so she said, "I want to discuss something with you. Can you sell me this recipe?" Now that the weather is hot, everyone wants to drink some sour plum soup. But making a pot is too troublesome. It's okay when you're not busy, but when you're busy, you can't take care of it at all.
Shen Qingyue can also be considered a shareholder of the factory.
It happened to be a food factory, so we wanted to make sour plum paste for commercial use. Whenever we wanted to drink it, we could just mix it, which was convenient and quick.
Fat chef Chen Huaishi said: "How can I charge for this? I earn a lot from you every month." He wanted it but was embarrassed.
Shen Qingyue spent a long time with the fat chef Chen Huai, and finally understood why Master Chen was so active in fighting for his salary.
This guy has a simple mind, but he has a cunning heart. With his personality, he was sold and still helped count the money.
Shen Qingyue found He Zhengchen and asked them to set a price.
Finally, it was settled on 3,000 yuan. Fat Chef Chen Huai wrote down the recipe for the sour plum soup, and after exchanging it for cash, his heart began to race.
A fat face full of happiness, which cannot be spent, cannot be spent at all.
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