Chapter 369: Mrs. Wan Teaches Her Son
Wan Laoer looked at both of them and thought for a moment.
This shop business is his own, so it is indeed not convenient for Hu Zhengyang to get involved. However, the production of potato flour is a collaboration between him and Yu, so Hu Zhengyang should be the manager, and it is not appropriate for Wan Shuang to go.
"Zhengyang, I think it's more appropriate for you to go. Let's make it like this. You can take some time out these few days to go there. You don't have to choose a shop on the street, you can just rent a yard. But this person must sign the death contract. This involves our core secrets, so we must be cautious."
"Uncle, I understand. Don't worry. I will always live in the workshop and I will control the workers. If you want to open a potato flour shop, you must make potato flour first. And I think we can study how to prolong the storage time of dried potato flour so that we can transport it over long distances. I think dried things can generally be stored for more than a year. For example, our dried vegetables, my mother wraps them in oil paper cloth and puts them in a cool place. They can be kept for more than a year without going bad. I think this is also true."
Wan Laoer felt that Hu Zhengyang was indeed smart and had solved the problem from the root.
"Okay, you can do it, kid. Then we must make sure that the vermicelli is dried after it is made. I am at ease leaving this to you."
"Uncle, there is no time to lose. I will start tomorrow. We can produce hundreds of kilograms of potato flour every day. I think if I don't start, you will be under a lot of pressure. You have paid cash for the potatoes during this period. Although you didn't say it, I know that you must be short of money now. What we need to do now is to quickly turn these things into money."
Wan Laoer looked at Hu Zhengyang with satisfaction, smiled and patted his shoulder without saying anything.
Wan Shuang said to the two of them at this time: "Second Uncle, Brother Zhengyang, after I finish my work at home, I plan to go to the capital city and help Fourth Uncle open our first store. After the first store is on the right track, I will open the second one. What do you think?"
"Okay, it's settled. You guys go ahead and get busy. I still need to write a contract. I went to the town today and found out that an old acquaintance of mine, Mr. Zhou, wanted to find out about our family's recipe. He will send someone over in the next two days. I've already discussed this with the village chief. We'll still place patrols at the entrance and exit of the village as we did when the refugees attacked. We'll conduct strict checks on outsiders. In addition, we'll sign contracts with the workers in our workshop to prevent the recipe from leaking out from two aspects."
Hu Zhengyang happened to have to sign a contract for someone at that time, so he stayed to see how Wan Laoer wrote it.
"Uncle, I just want to learn a little bit. I want to see how you write."
"Okay, three cobblers are better than Zhuge Liang. The three of us don't understand much, so let's discuss it together and see if there are any loopholes in what I wrote, and you can fill them in."
Wan Laoer hurried into the house to get pen, ink, paper and inkstone and placed them on the small round table in the yard.
Wan Laoer wrote down everything he was thinking. Hu Zhengyang also learned a lot of words from Wan Laoer during this year. Because he was hardworking, he would take time out every day when he got home to practice writing on the ground with tree branches. He was able to read what Wan Laoer wrote.
"Uncle, although the clauses you wrote are good, we don't know the laws of Da Qi. I think it would be better if we let someone who is familiar with the laws of Da Qi give us some advice. What do you think?"
Hu Zhengyang felt that no matter how well the constraints in their contract were written, if there was no such clause in the laws of Da Qi, the county magistrate would not stand on their side if there were any problems.
"Now that you mention it, I remember that the mayor seems to be familiar with the law. How about I go to the town again this afternoon and show the mayor what we wrote?"
"Well, we can feel more at ease after seeing this, and we can also use this as a template for the contracts we sign with our workers in the future. Whenever we recruit people or open a new workshop, we can constrain them according to this."
"Okay, let's do as you say."
Wan Laoer couldn't help but sigh in his heart: It's true that each generation is stronger than the previous one, the young are really to be feared.
Wan Laoer was filled with relief.
After the contract was settled, Wan Laoer went into the house and called Wan Laotai.
"Mom, I've bought everything you asked me to buy this morning. What do you think we should do?"
Old Lady Wan was sitting on the kang twisting hemp ropes. She put down her work and said, "Since we've bought it, that's perfect. Almost every household in the village is working in our workshop. We can send this thank-you gift directly to the workshop. You and I will thank them in person for helping us find little Fubao yesterday."
"Mom, are we going to give one to every household, or to everyone who helps?"
"Just give each household that helps you a snack. Although this snack is not valuable, it is also our family's intention. Everyone was very tired helping to find Fubao last night. We won't go without showing some gratitude. We all live in the same village, so we must value interpersonal relationships. This time everyone went for your sake as the host, but next time it depends on your character. If you are too stingy, who will be willing to help you? Helping you is a favor, not helping you is our duty. What we have to do is to maintain the favor and maintain people's hearts. It is better than any contract. The contract only restricts their bodies, but favor can restrict everyone's hearts."
"My son has learned his lesson, mother, shall we go now?"
"Okay, let's go."
Old Mrs. Wan brushed off the debris on her body, smoothed her hair, and then walked out.
"Mom, don't you want to change your clothes?"
Wan Laoer saw that there were still patches on Grandma Wan's clothes. His mother was usually frugal and was reluctant to throw away the clothes she brought from her hometown. She picked out those with fewer patches and wore them.
"No, this will bring you closer to everyone. You should learn from them. We all live in the same village. If you wear silk and satin, it will easily make people jealous. Others will feel that they are not on the same level as you, and they will only feel fear in their hearts. How can they feel close to you? Do you think our family can't afford new clothes? Of course not. This shows that our living conditions have improved, but we are still the same people as before. This place has not changed."
Old Mrs. Wan patted her chest.
"No matter what position a person is in, he must stick to his original intention. Clothes and other things are just external things. Mother doesn't care. Let's go."
Old Mrs. Wan tried hard to straighten her back. Old Mr. Wan seemed to be inspired and hurriedly followed Old Mrs. Wan out.
"Mom, should I change my clothes too?"
"You, no need. You are fine just like this. You are their boss and I am the boss's mother. We have different identities. No matter how much this mother says, it is useless. You have to figure it out on your own. You have to get along well with everyone and have dignity. This has been a difficult subject since ancient times. I don't know much either. You have to rely on yourself. After all, I am just an old lady in the countryside."
Wan Laoer muttered to himself: You are not an ordinary rural old lady.
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