They only pay twenty coins for making thirty catties of sweet potato vermicelli.
Grinding 100 catties of sweet potato starch only earns you 20 coins.
He was only responsible for supervising the work and managing the people, and he only paid ten coins for thirty catties of vermicelli?
With so many people making it, how many sweet potato noodles can be produced in a day?
The village head felt he hadn't mastered the art of divination properly and couldn't calculate it clearly; it must have cost a lot of money!
He laughed so hard his back teeth showed.
The village head smiled and nodded, promising, "Qingyu, don't worry, I'll take care of all these people and matters for you. You just need to focus on collecting sweet potato noodles."
Seeing that the village head was eager to leave immediately to find people to plant sweet potatoes, Shen Qingyu smiled and reminded him, "Our village can't grow that many sweet potatoes. If we want to do this long-term, we need people from the surrounding villages to plant sweet potatoes. Only then can we do it sustainably."
This gives the opportunity to show goodwill to the village head, making it easier for him to speak to the village heads of nearby villages.
The village headman ran away in a panic.
Uncle Lizheng is conscientious and responsible, making him a suitable candidate to be a factory manager, overseeing both internal affairs and production.
Having resolved the production issue, Shen Qingyu summoned Xiaocao and Xiaohua.
The two teenagers helped make sweet potato noodles yesterday, participating in the whole process.
When Shen Qingyu called them, the two maids became a little flustered: "Aunt Qingyu, did you want to see us?"
Shen Qingyu said calmly, "Now that I've bought you, you can just call me boss from now on."
The forced smiles on Xiaocao and Xiaohua's faces vanished instantly, and they nervously replied, "Yes... Master."
"Have you all remembered how to make sweet potato vermicelli?"
The little grass and flowers nodded hesitantly, "I...I remember..."
"If they want to make sweet potato vermicelli in the future, the two of you need to make sure it's clean. The sweet potatoes must be washed clean before you can accept them; there absolutely cannot be any mud or sand."
"The sweet potato starch slurry must be filtered carefully. If the gauze is torn, the filtered slurry cannot be used. Do you understand?"
The grass and flowers nodded repeatedly.
Looking at the two frightened sisters, Shen Qingyu leaned back and suddenly asked, "If your parents or your brother come to sell sweet potatoes in the future and they haven't been washed properly, will you buy them?"
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