Xie Ming was away for a full two months. During that time, he developed a recipe for instant noodle seasoning packets while in the army. He then rushed back to the cannery and retrieved the products from several recipes, successfully connecting the two sides.
These flavors not only cater to Chinese tastes, but more importantly, they also appeal to foreigners.
The food factory sent out several groups of people with connections to try it out, and the results were remarkable. Orders were immediately placed with the cannery.
Earning foreign exchange was an inevitable outcome.
Xie Ming took advantage of the situation to lease the cannery's dry goods production line to the county, and in return, he contributed his instant noodle seasoning recipe to the cannery free of charge. This way, they would only need to pay a small amount of rent in the future.
Having finalized the cooperation on this side, he then made contact with the military.
Thanks to their previous relationship and his production line, he successfully secured many orders.
He insisted that this production line was not only for generating revenue, but more importantly for the subsequent freeze-drying technology.
When Xie Ming returned to the food factory, he reported the matter and also brought up the cooperation with Dagang Village. With the town mayor's endorsement, it was no big deal.
Both sides knew what Xie Ming was doing beforehand, and the group was quite clear about it.
I just didn't expect him to act so quickly; he went out for a short trip and came back to finalize everything.
Of course, the tractors from the village also drove into Dagang Village with a "putt-putt" sound; the quota was still arranged by the cannery.
The problem now is the fruit trees in the village.
Winter has arrived, and fruit trees are not something that can show results in a day or two.
Therefore, Xie Ming took the opportunity to propose a fruit purchasing plan centered on Dagang Village and radiating to surrounding villages and towns.
There may not be many fruit trees on the mountain in one village, but with the surrounding area, the harvest can still be quite substantial.
In previous years, most of the crops that no one cared about were picked by the villagers for their own consumption. Any surplus was collected by each household and sent to the supply and marketing cooperative.
Although each household may not make much money, if we pool our resources, we can still supply the production needed next year.
Moreover, the town will organize a team to manage the fruit trees on the mountain next year, which will lead to a greater variety of produce and fruit trees in the following years.
With things settled, Xie Ming had nothing to do.
The rest is up to the leaders: report what needs to be reported, and put their own people in line. That way, he'll have time to deal with Old Xie's family.
He had already arranged places for those people in the next few years; let them go for reform.
Once the renovations are complete, this entire mountain forest will belong to the public. Xie Jinzhu's confidence will be undermined, and the Xie family should be very happy.
After making the decision, he immediately asked the factory for leave. The factory manager appreciated his "sensibility" and readily granted him a week's leave to go home.
Being in a position of power inevitably leads to various constraints, and within the bounds of law and reason, he had no choice but to bow his head. Not wanting to disappoint his meritorious officials, he could only send them away first.
However, he wouldn't mistreat such a useful subordinate; even if he couldn't get meat, he would always save some broth for him.
Xie Ming knew this was basic procedure, and since the credit was so great, everyone had to share it.
When Xie Ming returned to the village, he was no longer the ragged man with hardly any flesh on his body.
At this moment, he was wearing a brand-new blue work uniform and clean cloth shoes with thick soles. The plumpness on his face also made him look smug.
He wasn't particularly good-looking, but with this change, he now looks quite handsome and dashing.
Every young girl and married woman in the village knew him. Even after he entered the village, people tidying up crops in the fields would still gather in groups and stare at him, gossiping about him.
"Mingzi is back!" An old man straightened up and shouted when he saw Xie Ming.
Xie Ming turned around and saw that it was Xie Hengshou's elder, whom he should call "Uncle". It turned out that his direct relatives in the village all ignored him and spoke to him in a sarcastic tone.
He didn't understand before, but now he does. They felt they'd been misunderstood as ungrateful, and now that the truth is out, these relatives are happy to be close to him again.
"Uncle, what brings you to work today?" Xie Ming smiled, turned around, jumped into the field, took the tools from his hands, and started helping with the work.
“You child, you’ve just arrived in the village and haven’t even had a chance to rest yet, why are you helping me with the work? Uncle, do it yourself.”
"Take a break and talk to me. Besides, it's just cutting vegetables, it's not tiring."
Xie Ming didn't help people for no reason. The old man's face looked off, he was probably forcing himself to work, and if he didn't rest for a while, he would collapse.
"Alright, Your Excellency, please rest for a while." The old man was really not feeling well and didn't insist any further. He sat down on the edge of the field and slowly caught his breath.
Xie Ming glanced at him a few times, and seeing that the man had recovered, he stopped staring at him and started chatting with him.
The second crop of rice in Dagang Village has been harvested long ago, and all the rice that needed to be handed over has been delivered. The winter weather here isn't too cold, so what's planted after the winter season are vegetables or sweet potatoes, which are grown before winter.
A good plan can reduce the burden for the coming year, so the village attaches great importance to it.
The vegetables he's harvesting now are the raw materials for the pickled vegetables that the older women love most; almost all of their side dishes for next year are prepared during this period.
The village turns a blind eye to such things; if everyone handed over all their belongings, no one would be able to make a living.
The elderly people remember those years of famine when they had no food reserves very clearly!
"Naruko, if those people come looking for you, don't pay them any attention. Your great-grandfather is holding them off up front!"
As they were talking, the old man suddenly changed the subject to Xie Laowai's house.
"My lord, how is it going over there? Please tell me."
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