Potatoes are great, they can be used to make French fries!
I'll go to the department store later to buy a few packets of salt, a few pounds of sugar, and some tomatoes.
Simmer tomatoes and sugar to make tomato sauce!
Sprinkle some salt on the French fries after they're fried, and dip them in it—it tastes absolutely amazing!
As for the letter of introduction, Lin Mo's mind raced and he immediately came up with a solution:
"Well, we bought it for our village, you know Laoshu Village? It's located in the north."
When the old security guard heard that it was a centralized purchase for the village, he didn't ask any more questions.
They went inside and called someone out; that person pulled a cart into the warehouse.
When the man came out again, the cart was piled high with ten large sacks of potatoes.
Lin Mo happily stacked the bags one by one onto the sidecar, five bags on the side and five bags on the back, just enough to make a single trip.
"Excuse me, do you have any tomatoes? I need to buy some too," Lin Mo asked the man casually.
The man raised his eyes and glanced at Lin Mo, then said coldly:
"How many do you want? Your car can't hold them all, can it?"
Wow, I can buy it there! That's great!
“Yes, we can’t stack them all. Can we just buy two hundred pounds for now? Two hundred pounds is enough to stack them up a bit.” Lin Mo said with a smile.
Without making a sound, the man pulled the cart back to the warehouse and brought out the tomatoes for him.
"Potatoes cost three cents a pound, so a thousand pounds would cost thirty cents."
"Tomatoes cost 30 cents a pound if you buy them in bulk (1,000 pounds), and 50 cents a pound if you buy them individually. Two hundred pounds would cost 50 cents a pound."
"Hiss..." This price is almost as high as meat, it's not worth it.
Forget it, they've already pulled it out; it's not appropriate to ask them to pull it back.
I'll just buy this much; the tomato sauce I make should last a long time.
He readily paid and settled the bill!
Lin Mo rode his bicycle heavily along the newly discovered mountain road back to the village.
When he finally got home after a bumpy ride, Lin Mo saw Chen Xin standing in his yard as soon as the car rumbled into the yard.
He was still sitting on a small stool, as if this were his own home.
"What's wrong with you? I've already let you stay overnight, are you planning to stay here forever?" Out of his dislike for the educated youth, Lin Mo was not very friendly to him.
Chen Xin stared at him with wide, eager eyes, and when he saw the huge pile of stuff he had brought back, he was somewhat surprised, but he tried his best to remain calm.
He squatted on the small stool, muttering in barely audible words:
"Well, I want to make some money..."
"What money are you going to make?" Lin Mo swallowed his curses. This guy was so annoying, like a piece of chewing gum, acting like he couldn't tell Lin Mo didn't like him.
"Can't you go back to the city now? Hurry up and go back. You are a noble educated youth, the countryside is not good enough for you."
Chen Xin could certainly hear the sarcasm in those words.
Not knowing what to say, and unwilling to go back to the educated youth dormitory, he just shrugged and curled up into a ball.
Lin Mo looked at his pathetic state and found it annoying every time he saw him. He was so spineless, and Lin Mo had no idea what was wrong with him.
They could have gone back, but they're still lingering here.
They're not staying in the educated youth dormitory, but instead they're staying at our house.
I wonder what kind of wicked scheme he's plotting, we've hidden so much money in our house...
After thinking it over, Lin Mo thought, "You want to make money, huh? Okay."
We were planning to build two bungalows against the wall on the side of the courtyard to serve as a small shop, one for retail counters and the other as a warehouse.
If you're willing...
"Here's what we'll do: you take some burlap sacks to the back of the mountain and shovel back some clay. I'm going to use it to make bricks to build two bungalows."
"I'll give you thirty yuan a day."
"OK!"
Upon hearing this, Chen Xin jumped up as if he had been struck by lightning, his eyes gleaming.
The reaction was both excited and thrilled, which surprised Lin Mo.
Is he really planning to make money off us?
Chen Xin studied science in high school, but he was unable to go to university to continue his studies. He also did not know anything about farm work or rural adobe bricks.
But as soon as Lin Mo mentioned making bricks, his limited scientific knowledge immediately came to mind.
The best soil for making bricks is clay, which contains mineral particles that will gradually melt when fired.
When these mineral particles are burned and melted, they can form a vitrified bond with each other; this is called sintering.
Sintering makes bricks harder and denser.
Most of the land in Northeast China is black soil, which is good for agriculture, but not suitable for brick making.
If you don't want to go back to the educated youth dormitory, then you can go anywhere.
Chen Xin deliberately ventured into the mountains to find clay. Clay is easy to identify; dry clay is very fine and light gray in color.
The soil in the mountains has a wide variety of properties; you can find them if you look carefully.
However, moving it is a problem...
He decided to fill the sacks first, and then have Lin Mo ride his sidecar to haul them away.
After a flurry of activity, when he returned to the Lin family home, Lin Mo had just finished washing the tomatoes and was scrubbing the muddy potatoes.
"Lin Mo, um, it's too heavy, could you ride your bike to carry it..." Chen Xin mustered up his courage and spoke to Lin Mo.
Lin Mo sighed silently. This person was really something.
If this job were given to Qingsong and Awang, the two of them could just carry it back on their shoulders.
Thirty yuan a day is more than what the villagers earn in a year working in the production team.
They actually have to make us carry it.
Perhaps the shoulders of city scholars are made of gold, and cannot be easily injured.
"Um."
The sidecar motorcycle bumped along in the direction Chen Xin pointed.
On the way, Chen Xin not only failed to notice Lin Mo's opinion of him, but also thought that he was getting closer and closer to him.
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