After a flurry of activity, Li Weidong said, "Captain, we were just about to come find you. We made some candied fruit with sour pears the other day, and it was quite delicious. You should try some."
Captain Zhao Deqiang chuckled, "We've all eaten it, and it's really good, so we came to ask about it."
The educated youth standing to the side changed color slightly and looked at Ren Fei, who was already eager to take credit.
Li Weidong remained calm. "Xie Zhiqing knew how to make candied fruit, so he asked us to try it together. If it succeeds, our large grove of sour fruit trees in Qingshan Village will become a money tree, bringing income to the brigade. If it doesn't succeed, we'll only incur a small cost. We just harvested the first batch today and wanted to give you feedback."
Upon hearing this, Accountant Li immediately said, "The country now stipulates that it is not allowed to sell privately. How can we sell it like this?"
“We can sell to other units in the name of the collective, through a business-to-business transaction, or ask the supply and marketing cooperative to sell on our behalf,” Wu Lihong, who was sitting next to Li, explained to the accountant.
Party Secretary Liu also asked, "What if they don't sell?"
“You’ve all tasted the fruit; it’s no worse than other candied fruits. Let’s do the math. The sour pears are free; they’re from our brigade’s mountains. Making sour fruit is simple; it only requires some manpower, firewood, and a few pounds of salt and sugar. Even if we fail, we won’t lose much, but if we succeed, it will bring in extra income.”
After hearing what Li Weidong said, the brigade leader and the others gradually understood. If it worked out, everyone would be happy; if it didn't, it wouldn't matter. The brigade had no shortage of strength, and as for a few pounds of salt and sugar, they could afford to lose.
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