Chapter 82 Jinjiang First Release Chapter 82 One must always do something meaningful in life...
Ever since he'd made a fortune in the county town, Yu Qinglong had considered opening a shop there. But that would mean running the business himself, which would require exponentially more effort. It would also be a burden, making it difficult to leave the business and pursue other endeavors.
To put it bluntly, now he doesn't have to pay taxes, doesn't have to worry too much, and can still make money. But if he were to run a serious business, he couldn't be so casual.
Cao Kuo asked him to help with some ideas, but said he didn't need to worry about it. But no one understood how to implement his ideas, and he didn't need to teach others later? It was obvious that this was impossible.
Yu Qinglong gritted his teeth and told Niu Quan, "Master Niu, we are both inexperienced and inexperienced. We really can't take on such a big responsibility."
Niu Quan said: "Just giving some advice."
Yu Qinglong: "But there are so many people who are good at business. We should go to them. At most, Lord Cao can use his own people to run the business."
Niu Quan sighed, "Mr. Fang still doesn't understand what our master means. He doesn't want to be associated with those who are obsessed with money. When these people come up with an idea, the first thing they think about is how to benefit themselves. But if we are working for the welfare of the people, we must do it cleanly. Long-term sustainability and cleanliness are our master's principles."
It sounds like a never-ending thing.
Yu Qinglong stared at Niu Quan, his gaze fixed on him, as if waiting for an answer. He could only say, "I'm just a commoner, I don't understand these things. I'd better go back and discuss this with my husband."
Niu Quan said, "Okay, I'll take you two back. We brothers will come back to invite you tomorrow."
Fang Shu and Yu Qinglong: "..."
The couple didn't know what to say. Finally, Yu Qinglong took a piece of silver and put it in the hands of the child's mother.
The woman saw what was in her palm and opened her eyes wide in shock: "Hmm..."
"Shh!"
Yu Qinglong made a hushed gesture: "Don't make any noise. Buy some food for the kids."
The woman nodded with tears in her eyes, watched Yu Qinglong get on the car, and asked the child to kowtow in the direction of the car.
Fang Shu saw this and lowered the curtains, saying, "I wonder what we'll do when it gets even colder."
Yu Qinglong was thinking about ways to make money quickly while saying, "Let's talk about it when we get back."
Fang Shu fell silent, simply covering Yu Qinglong's legs with his cotton coat. Honestly, he wanted to help these people. However, he didn't have any good way to make money quickly. If the money was slow, it wouldn't be very useful. Even if he made money, he might still be dead.
As for the man who relied on him, everyone had selfish motives. Even if he wasn't pregnant, he wouldn't want to worry about him. Once the government took over, it wouldn't be easy to get out of it.
Yu Qinglong also took this into consideration. At the same time, he was also worried that if there was any trouble, Fang Shu would be implicated.
After dinner, the couple was silent together for a rare moment.
Yu Qinglong wrote the storytelling script silently, but after writing a few lines, he felt something was not right and crossed it out.
As soon as he closed his eyes, he saw the child's red face and hands, and the child crying for food from his mother.
Fang Shu was no better than him. After a moment's silence, he said, "Saints encourage good deeds, but the better a person is, the more he has to bear."
"Then according to my husband, should we raise this idea?"
"Does Longge have any 'ideas' that you think are feasible?"
"I can't say for sure if it's feasible. But this is an 'emergency' after all, so a bit of reckless use of medication is understandable. All I can think of is selling some refreshments."
"Long Ge'er can also make tea and snacks?"
"I'm just thinking about it, and I can't say whether it can be accomplished. I'm afraid that this Lord Cao has already guessed that I am the 'future layman'. If it doesn't work out tomorrow, I can come back the day after tomorrow. Then, should I still do my own thing?"
"So Long Ge'er still wants to help with this."
"Don't you want to too? You only ate half a steamed bun tonight."
The couple looked at each other, and saw three parts helplessness and seven parts madness in each other's eyes.
They really don't want to have anything to do with the government! But it's really hard to see those fellow villagers!
"Forget it, let's go see Lord Cao tomorrow," Yu Qinglong said. "Otherwise, we won't be able to enjoy our meals or sleep peacefully from now on. Besides, we can't let our child grow up thinking his father and his dad are cold-hearted and heartless people."
"Okay, then I'll listen to Long Ge'er. From now on, just tell me what I can do. Let's do this as a gesture of kindness for the child."
Yu Qinglong nodded and hurried back to writing his storybook. This time, things weren't so difficult. He finished a chapter in cursive script that only Fang Shu could understand, then went back to drawing.
Fang Shu took a look. This picture was neither a schoolbag nor a pen holder, but something he had never seen before. It looked a bit like the back of an adult who had been cupped.
"What is this?"
"It's probably a baking pan." Yu Qinglong measured it with his fingers and wrote the dimensions on it. "Tomorrow when I go to town, I'll take this drawing to Changjie. Husband, look, can this thing be made out of iron?"
"It should be no problem. It looks a bit troublesome, but it doesn't seem difficult."
Yu Qinglong thought so too. What he had drawn was actually a muffin pan. But he wasn't planning on making muffins, because he didn't know how. And the coarse flour wouldn't produce the soft, modern texture. He was trying to see if he could bake a simple egg tart.
His grandmother told him that the simple version of egg tart liquid is actually to beat the eggs, add milk and sugar, sift them, put them into the egg tart crust and bake them.
His grandmother had made egg tart crusts before, but it was too complicated for him at the time, so he didn't remember much about it. He only remembered that he had to knead the dough and freeze it, then fold it again and again and freeze it again, and then push the dough into the mold. It was extremely troublesome, and he definitely couldn't make it now.
But at the Fang family, Fang Wu often made sugar and oil cakes; he'd seen them many times. Those cakes, especially the sugar cakes Fang Shu loved, were so flaky with the oil filling that the crust crumbled. He could try using the same method for making egg tart crusts. Fang Wu used baking, while he baked, which should have made them even crispier.
At most, just try more experiments, and maybe you can come up with new ideas for making money.
As for tea, try making milk tea, a simple version. Stir-fry black tea leaves with sugar, add water, and boil, then add milk.
As for the taro balls inside, you can either add glutinous rice flour and pumpkin puree to roll them into balls, or use brown sugar water to knead glutinous rice flour and then roll them into balls.
If no one buys, there's nothing he can do. The only way he can think of to make quick money legally is by making food. And most young people find it hard to refuse these two things.
Although its cost is very high and it can only be sold to wealthy young people, it makes quick money and the money earned is from this group of people.
The next day, Yu Qinglong asked Fang Shu to go to Wu Sheng's house early in the morning to see if Wu Sheng was at home. Once they were sure that Wu Sheng had not returned from the town, they would wait at home. When Niu Quan brought his men over, they got in a carriage and went to the town.
Cao Kuo was not surprised at all that they came, and as usual, he had someone bring two chairs.
Yu Qinglong handed the baking tray diagram to Cao Kuo and told him his ideas.
"Master Cao, this is the only way my husband and I can think of to make quick, clean money," Yu Qinglong said. "Open a tea shop in the county town."
"Milk tea and egg tarts?" Cao Kuo looked at the unfamiliar name. "The milk tea you're talking about is tea made by boiling it with milk and then adding some salt? I've seen herdsmen in northern Xinjiang drink it that way."
"It's somewhat similar, but not exactly the same. The milk tea I'm talking about doesn't have salt in it, but sugar. It also has glutinous rice balls in it, which are soft, chewy and refreshing. You can also add red beans, cooked glutinous rice grains, nuts, etc."
"What's the other one? And what's this?" There were just a bunch of circles and squares, and it was impossible to tell what they were.
"This is the baking pan that my husband and I came up with. It's used to bake egg tarts. To make these egg tarts, you need lard, eggs, sugar, milk, and flour."
"Except for the flour, which is still affordable, everything else is very expensive. I'm afraid only the rich and powerful can afford to eat this."
"If you want to make a quick buck, you can't exploit ordinary people. The vast majority of money is in the hands of these powerful and wealthy businessmen. Even if they just come and buy a little, it can help a lot of ordinary people."
Since Guo Hengan dared to say that a plate of snow-covered bean paste only costs one or two taels of silver, it is obvious that there are many people in the county who have such purchasing power.
Cao Kuo was somewhat disappointed. He had expected a better idea.
Neither of these things sound particularly novel, and they taste just like any other dessert. How could they possibly sell well?
He couldn't help but ask, "Is there no better way?"
Yu Qinglong said, "No more. I did make some modified bookcases and wooden tubes for the Four Treasures of the Study, which I sold in the county. But after all, you only need one to last for years, so people don't buy them often. But that's not the case with food."
Cao Kuo said, "But if that happens, we'll have to open a shop in the county town."
Yu Qinglong said, "It's not necessary to open a shop. If there happens to be a shop in the county town that's owned by the Qixia Town government, that would be best. But if not, we can sell these snacks and milk tea in a larger restaurant. That's where the rich hang out, so they'll sell faster and spread quickly."
"But in this case, the restaurant will have to take some cut."
"It's better to take a cut than to make no money at all. If we don't give out any profit at all, I'm afraid it will be difficult to sustain."
In fact, this method is nothing more than giving up the profits he might earn in the future.
But it is always meaningful to do good things to help those in need.
Fang Shu then said, "It's not necessarily necessary to take a cut of the other taxes. Perhaps we can give the restaurant that Xu sold some nominal compensation, such as presenting a charity plaque in the name of the county government, or agreeing to reduce some of the restaurant's taxes when the county treasury has more money. Right now is a special period, and the treasury is short. But after this period, there will always be a surplus."
Cao Kuo thought this was a good idea.
The main thing is that there is really no better way to make money quickly.
His men even thought about going into the mountains to hunt and sell their meat and hides, but hunting was never that easy. By this time, the animals that should have hidden had already done so.
"If I say I can open a shop in the county town, do you two think it's better to sell in a shop or in a restaurant?"
"First, sell it in the restaurant," Fang Shu said, "then transfer it to the shops under the government's name."
"How do you say it?"
"The restaurant always has a certain number of customers every day, so the chances of selling are higher. Once more people know about these snacks, we'll sell them in the shop. Just buy these two items. They're both snacks and desserts, perfect for afternoon tea or entertaining guests. Selling them in the shop is more convenient, and we can also have a waiter announce outside that every bowl of milk tea or egg tart sold will have the proceeds donated to the disaster victims. It's a good deed, and I'm sure there will be people willing to do it."
“…”
Yu Qinglong looked at Fang Shu strangely. This spending-for-donation campaign—wasn't it a common activity on Taobao and certain online groups? How did Fang Shu come up with this?!
Cao Kuo was also a little surprised.
He had always believed that Yu Qinglong was the key. Fang Shu rarely spoke, but now it seemed his thoughts were quite interesting.
Yu Qinglong said, "Lord Cao, my husband has truly hit the nail on the head. If we could put up a red list outside the gate and write down the names of those who have done good deeds, it might be even more effective."
Who doesn’t want others to know about good things they have done?
Cao Kuo thought it was feasible and nodded, "Okay, then do you two think of any restaurant that would be suitable for this?"
Yu Qinglong said, "The owner of Fuyue Restaurant is acquainted with me and you two, maybe we can go ask him."
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Author's words: Guo Hengan: I always feel like someone is thinking about me [Let me know]
Fang Shu: Boss Guo, my husband and I have something good to tell you [smirk]
Guo Hengan: What good news [starry eyes]
Yu Qinglong: Give you a good person card [dog head]
Guo Hengan: [laughing and crying]
Yu Qinglong: Please continue feeding and help with prenatal education [empty bowl][empty bowl][milk tea]
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