Luo Jingyan was having dinner with Luo Changtian when she heard a menacing noise outside, so she put down her chopsticks and went out.
She opened the door and immediately saw Zhuang Feifei standing outside: "Zhuang Zhiqing, are you sick? What are you yelling about so early in the morning!"
"Luo Jingyan, I'm here to settle scores with you. Last night you knocked me unconscious and left me in the middle of a bunch of graves in the wilderness, leaving me frozen there for three or four hours. Do you know how scared I was to be in the middle of a bunch of graves in the middle of the night? You've gone too far!"
Luo Jingyan sneered inwardly, but feigned surprise on the surface: "Zhuang Zhiqing, I think you're really quite ill. What did you say? Did I hit you yesterday? I remember a ghost came to our door last night. I was afraid that the ghost would scare my brother, so I taught it a lesson."
"Oh, so you're saying that evil spirit was you in disguise, Zhuang Feifei? You were playing tricks on me and Changtian late at night, trying to scare us, weren't you? Ha, you're vicious! I didn't even beat you properly. Throwing you in a grave is too lenient; you should have been buried alive. Instead of reflecting on your actions, what right do you have to come here and cause trouble? Everyone opposes superstition. I'm going to tell the brigade leader right now, and he'll arrest you, you ghost!"
Zhuang Feifei reached out to stop her, somewhat surprised: "You really didn't know that was me last night?"
Didn't Luo Jingyan realize that she was an imposter disguised as a ghost?
"What a joke! If I had known it was you, I would have called the captain over and had her deal with you on the spot."
"Oh." Zhuang Feifei hummed softly, her eyelids slightly lowered. She was pondering another question: if Luo Jingyan didn't know that she was the ghost last night, then it was impossible for Luo Jingyan to have stolen the supplies in her space.
No, she had to try and trick Luo Jingyan to see if she was involved in this matter.
She wanted to find out the truth even if there was only a one in ten thousand chance.
She raised her eyes and looked directly at Luo Jingyan again, and sneered, "Luo Jingyan, don't think you've covered your tracks perfectly. Let me tell you, retribution is inevitable, it's just a matter of time. One day, your space will also be stolen by Li Hongying."
"Space? What space? Zhuang Feifei, have you gone mad? Heh, it seems you're determined to indulge in feudal superstition. Come on, let's go see the brigade leader and have him give you a good lesson to wake you up."
She grabbed Zhuang Feifei's arm with a blank expression.
"Luo Jingyan, don't pull me!" Zhuang Feifei struggled to break free. "Luo Jingyan, I just wanted to play a joke on you and your brother yesterday. Forget it, you already hit me yesterday and left me in the field. We're even now."
She was certain that Luo Jingyan wasn't the one with the spatial ability, and fearing that Luo Jingyan might punish her again, she quickly turned around and ran back to her own home.
If it wasn't Luo Jingyan who stole her things, could it really have been those things in the graveyard?
She immediately thought of Li Hongying again. In the past, she was very afraid that Li Hongying would take away her space. Now that she had no supplies, she seemed less afraid. After all, even if her space was taken away, her loss would not be that great.
Li Hongying only got an empty shell.
*
Unbeknownst to many, the first batch of light-aroma baijiu brewed by the village distillery had already been shipped. At this time, only the supply and marketing cooperative was a legitimate and reasonable sales channel. All the baijiu brewed by the distillery was sold in bulk to the supply and marketing cooperative in the county town for distribution.
The first batch of light-aroma baijiu was produced in small quantities, only 200 jin (100 kg), but it got off to a good start. After a month of sales, the sales and customer feedback from the supply and marketing cooperative were both positive.
The brigade leader would hold a meeting with the members of the collective distillery every two or three days to report on the brewing and sales of baijiu, so that the members were well-informed and gave them confidence and encouragement.
Of course, whether it was the brigade leader or the members, the person they were most grateful to was Luo Jingyan.
The idea of brewing wine was first proposed by Luo Jingyan, and she was also mainly in charge of it. It can be said that without Luo Jingyan, their brigade's winery would still be in a state of disrepair, let alone be able to generate any income for them.
Luo Jingyan successfully turned the distillery from waste into a valuable resource, generating revenue for the brigade.
After the first batch of wine was sold out, the supply and marketing cooperative gave them a payment, and the team leader discussed with the members what to do with the money.
"What do you think? Should we distribute this money directly, or should we continue to invest it in liquor production as working capital for the distillery to purchase raw materials?"
The first batch of sorghum used for brewing was brought from home voluntarily by these commune members, totaling more than 500 jin. If valued at 5 fen per jin, it would be worth 25 yuan.
However, the sorghum liquor they brew can sell for 25 cents per pound, so 200 pounds would be 50 yuan, which is equivalent to doubling its value. Apart from labor costs and equipment depreciation, they can earn at least 20 yuan.
Almost double the profit.
The members were all very enthusiastic. "I agree to invest my share of the money I earned into the distillery to purchase raw materials."
"I agree. Anyway, my family isn't in a hurry to use the money right now, hehe."
I agree.
Almost all the members agreed to continue investing the money in production so that they could make more profits in the future.
"Okay, since everyone agrees, let's go with this decision."
The brigade leader told the accountant beside him, "You must carefully calculate every transaction. When the profits have accumulated to a certain level and the working capital is sufficient, it will be time to distribute dividends. At that time, we will distribute the profits to each of our commune members."
The accountant was also very enthusiastic, much more so than when he was calculating work points.
At this point, the families who had refused to participate in the collective winery had not seen other members contribute money, and they were still unaware of the extent of their losses.
When Luo Jingyan got home from get off work, Aunt Hu was standing at the door and saw her. Luo Jingyan also saw her, but neither of them spoke to the other.
After Luo Jingyan walked away, Aunt Hu whispered curses behind her, "Letting a young girl like you run the collective distillery? I bet you're only smug for a short time. The collective distillery won't last more than a few days before it goes bankrupt. You're supposed to make money? What a load of crap! I'll make sure all your sorghum goes down the drain, hmph!"
Since Luo Jingyan moved out of the educated youth settlement, it has become much more convenient for her to go to the cowshed, and she goes there much more often than before. Usually, every day or two, after dinner, when it is completely dark, she and Luo Changtian will go to the cowshed to sit for a while.
Sometimes when I'm not busy, I can go during the day.
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