Chapter 103 Processing Plant Progress
It's Su Qingyue again! Zhang Jun walked back with his head down, kicking the stones on the roadside. Since he met Su Qingyue, his life has been completely ruined by her! After the cornfield incident, he was sent to the police station, so his job was demoted. He finally became a special commissioner in the village, but half of his vegetable tofu business was taken away by Su Qingyue.
Now because of her, the black market won't sell him soybeans! He finally thought of a way to start with the tractor used for transportation, but his cousin still refused! "Shitou didn't bully you. Didn't your foot hurt when you kicked him to vent your anger?"
"Captain Shi, I..."
Captain Shi came over, stroking his beard. He had just been reading a newspaper in the inner room, and actually heard the conversation between Zhang Jun and the other man.
"Okay, young people need to be patient in order to accomplish great things. Let's continue to think of a way to deal with the soybean problem. When they run out of tractors tomorrow, find a way to borrow them for half a day."
"What can you do with it for half a day? You still have to return it the day after tomorrow."
Captain Shi smiled and narrowed his eyes. "If it doesn't work when you return, you can't blame us."
Zhang Jun's eyes lit up, and he returned to the office with Captain Shi.
"Take the stamped letter of introduction and go to Lei Jie, and tell him that Captain Shi said the village needs to get some food."
The foundation of Su Qingyue's factory has been laid. She has now quit her job and is concentrating on the work of the village processing plant.
Li Zilan washed her hands and was putting the dried fermented black beans into cans. "Qingyue, come here quickly. This fermented black beans smells really good!"
"Sister-in-law, take out a bottle and share it with everyone. Let's have a taste of the food we cook for lunch."
Liu Chunxing was soaking soybeans and said with a smile, "I'm going to have a good meal at noon."
Chen Min was wearing a mask while grinding chili powder. "The chili we grow ourselves is also very fragrant. I see some villagers are still drying them, so I guess we can still harvest them for a while."
Su Qingyue dipped her finger in some chili and smelled it. She really choked and quickly covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief.
Li Zilan handed the kettle over, "Why did you choke? Go check out the dried tofu your eldest brother is drying."
There were a dozen large round sieves filled with brown tofu. Su Qingyue took a piece, broke it open, put a small bite into her mouth, and the light salty fragrance filled her mouth.
"Mm! Our dried tofu is really delicious. Come on, everyone, have a try!"
Xiang Shishui took a small piece and fed it to his wife, "Try it quickly." Zheng Hui was filtering soy milk. She nodded repeatedly while chewing the dried tofu in her mouth, "After all, it was taught by a master chef. It is different from the dried tofu we make ourselves. It tastes much better!"
"This has too many ingredients. We dry the tofu directly, but they season and marinate it before drying it. How can it taste bad?"
Xiang Shi'an and Pei Huaiye drove a tractor to transport building materials. His wife Kong Shan ate some dried tofu and put the rest in her pocket, planning to give it to her son Xiang Xiaoqiang after he got home from school.
Su Qingyue watched this, her mind racing. The factory was about to open, and everyone had been busy for a month, but their salaries hadn't been paid yet.
Looks like we have to settle some accounts tonight.
"Captain Xiang, we sell fermented black beans and fermented bean paste by the bottle, and we sell dried tofu in bags."
Xiang Jianming picked up a small bag and asked, "Just these two or three pieces?"
"We weigh each bag at 4 taels, and the price is 30 cents per bag."
Xiang Jianming smacked his lips and said, "This price is not low."
“City people can afford it.”
Su Qingyue chewed dried tofu while sitting in the office with Xiang Jianming, picking up draft paper and pen to write and draw.
"You see, one pound of soybeans can make two and a half pounds of dried tofu. Soybeans cost 20 cents per pound, and the cost of each pound of dried tofu is 8 cents per pound. A bag is priced at 30 cents, so a pound of dried tofu is 75 cents. The profit of a pound of dried tofu is more than 60 cents, and this does not include labor, transportation, and other processing costs."
Xiang Jianming was just worried that it wouldn't sell. Su Qingyue smiled and guaranteed, "When I was in Beijing, the tofu and other things in the Friendship Store were more expensive than this. Although our county is not as good as Beijing, there are many people with money, and those who want to improve their living conditions are willing to buy it."
Xiang Jianming was convinced. Su Qingyue took another bottle of fermented black beans and said, "This small bottle is 4 taels of fermented black beans, and one bottle is also 30 cents."
"This larger bottle can hold half a pound of bean paste and is priced at 50 cents. This is because bean paste has a lot of ingredients, including oil, salt, sauce, chili peppers and Sichuan peppercorns. It also takes a long time to make and is not easy to make."
Su Qingyue pointed at the draft paper and explained everything to Xiang Jianming. Xiang Jianming thought about the many people waiting for their salaries, and the other equipment that would have to be purchased later. Building a factory would cost money everywhere.
"Just do as you say. I think it won't be a loss."
Su Qingyue smiled, "Captain Xiang, we won't lose money. There is one more thing. After we hand over half of the profits of the processing plant to the country, the rest will be split 50-50."
Su Qingyue had mentioned this matter more than once. Xiang Jianming refused with a stern face, "No, the idea was yours. You found the soybeans. I didn't help much. You can't ask for so much."
"Listen to me, we will definitely make money by building a factory, but we also need to help the villagers get richer. No one else in the village has this kind of appeal except you."
Su Qingyue knew that although the villagers accepted her decision to open a factory on the surface, she could still hear many people speaking in sour tones behind her back, especially some men, who were more or less unconvinced.
So later on, she still wanted the village chief to take the lead in many matters, and she would give advice behind the scenes.
"Also, I'm pregnant, so once the factory is stable, I'll be able to rest and take care of the baby."
Su Qingyue has been thinking about this these days. Her child will be born next year. She can't rely on A'ye's parents. Her elder brother and sister-in-law are busy earning work points, and her father is too old. She will have to take care of the child by herself, and she will definitely not have as much time and energy as she does now.
It would be better for Xiang Jianming to be the factory director as soon as possible, so that it can be made public and things can be done for the village.
"I'll be older, and you'll need to keep an eye on everything. Also, at the end of the year, we'll be selecting advanced teams, and the processing plant will be your achievement. It will also be a good thing if you can help run a primary school for our village."
"If the village really had a primary school, a youth training school and a factory, it wouldn't be hard to recruit teachers."
"Then the children won't have to go to the county town to go to school. Although it's better to go to school in the county town, the journey is too long after all. The children have to get up early and go to bed late, and come back later than the adults get off work. Not to mention the wind and cold on the road, there are so many human traffickers these days, it's too much to worry about.
Xiang Jianming pondered, "What you said is that Xiaoqiang and Xiaoletian don't get up before dawn, and they go home cold and hungry at night, and they have to light a lamp to do their homework. If there was a school in our village, they wouldn't have to go to the county town to study."
"Then Qingyue, I can be the factory manager, but you have to give 10% of my profits to your brother, otherwise I won't be the factory manager anymore!"
Xiang Jianming is not a greedy person at all. On the contrary, he is willing to make more contributions to Shuangshui Village.
However, his investment in running the processing factory was obviously not as much as Su Qingyue's, and he was really unwilling to take advantage of it.
Su Qingyue was so annoyed that she finally added Su Qingwu to the contract. "It's changed. Take a look. You will be the factory director from now on."
"Director Xiang, let's settle the accounts. It's time to pay everyone their wages."
Su Qingyue joked with a smile, and Xiang Jianming smiled happily, "Su, the finance department will do the calculations, I will listen to you."
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