Chapter 403 A Bad Premonition
Chu Jinnian looked sideways at Chu Jinzhou beside him.
Chu Jinzhou hid behind him, made a face, showed the densely packed little turtles on the back of his hand, and then lowered his head weakly.
I'm really afraid of losing.
But it doesn’t matter, he still has an older brother.
Chu Jinnian placed the wine glass in his hand on the table and looked at Fan Wenxuan lazily, "How come?"
Well, judging from the situation, some people are going to be in trouble.
Fan Wenxuan's extremely provocative expression just now suddenly froze on his face.
Although he was well-read and a true literary scholar, Chu Jinnian had a photographic memory and no one knew anything about him.
If Fan Wenxuan really played Feihualing with Chu Jinnian, he would not be sure of winning.
Looking at the pot of aged wine on the table, Fan Wenxuan swallowed his saliva and chuckled, "Young Master, this osmanthus wine seems to be very good. Why don't I ask you for a pot of it?"
Although the osmanthus wine is slightly sweet and has a light taste, it is not easy to get drunk compared to this fine wine. If I lose and get drunk later, wouldn't it be too embarrassing? "Mr. Fan, if you like it, just drink it."
Chu Jinnian squinted his eyes and smiled.
Oops! Why do I have such a bad feeling?
Fan Wenxuan's heart suddenly skipped a beat.
Half an hour later...
"Help me, I can still... burp... drink!"
"Master, don't leave. If you come again, I won't believe that I can't beat you..."
"belch!"
Ban Qing looked up at the sky helplessly as he supported Fan Wenxuan, who was staggering, unsteady on his feet and burping heavily.
No wonder the eldest son agreed so readily when Mr. Fan asked for wine just now. It turned out that he knew that even this osmanthus wine would still be able to make Mr. Fan drunk... - After the fifteenth day, the festive atmosphere disappeared, and people were busy making a living.
Zhuang Qingning is the most typical one among them.
He stared at the workshops in the village and the shops in the town, went to the county town to take a look at Cheng Ji's current situation, and took some time out of his busy schedule to go to Miao Village to check on the situation of the sweet potato vermicelli workshop.
This was a workshop in which Zhuang Qingning had relatively low participation. Almost from the very beginning, the responsibility of running and managing the workshop was handed over to Miao Hongjin. Zhuang Qingning was somewhat unsure whether Miao Hongjin could manage the workshop well.
Especially during this period of time, I really didn’t have time to visit the sweet potato vermicelli workshop. When I went there again this time, it had been more than ten days since the last time.
But when he really arrived at the sweet potato vermicelli workshop again, Zhuang Qingning's originally somewhat hesitant heart suddenly settled back into his stomach.
The workshop was just as it had been when she had first helped to set it up, with everyone doing their part and everything running smoothly.
It can even be said that compared to when it was first established, the connection between the various processes and the proficiency of each person's coordination are better than before.
"Miss Zhuang, this is freshly made vermicelli, would you like to take a look?" Miao Hongjin took out some sweet potato vermicelli that had just been dried and was ready to be bundled and stored, and showed it to Zhuang Qingning.
"The texture and appearance are both excellent." Zhuang Qingning looked at it again and again, even picking up half a vermicelli, chewing it, and said with a smile, "Miao Lizheng manages this workshop very well."
"No, no." Miao Hongjin waved his hands hastily, "This is not my credit, it was Miss Zhuang's idea."
"Each family has a share of the silver, so when they do the work, it's like they're doing it for their own family. The better and more they do, the more money they earn, so they work extra hard. And with so many eyes watching, no one dares to have any bad thoughts."
"Speaking of which, someone from Chengji Shop came yesterday and said that they were planning to ship some goods to the city. They asked us to work harder and make more. If the goods sell well in the city, we will have to increase the quantity we need by a lot."
"Won't there not be enough sweet potatoes by then?" Zhuang Qingning smiled, "We need to get everyone to plant more sweet potatoes."
The soil here is most suitable for growing sweet potatoes, but only sweet potatoes can be grown.
It's just because sweet potatoes, although they have high yields, are very worthless, so many people try every means to grow something else, or even just leave them idle. Now that the workshop has opened, the demand for sweet potatoes has increased significantly, and the supply of sweet potatoes must keep up to ensure the production of the workshop.
"You don't even need me to say it, many people have already thought about this." Miao Hongjin laughed, "Sweet potatoes can be sold at a fair price, and there is no need to go through so much trouble. You can make money sitting at home, which is much better than working outside and not being able to go home."
"I've seen a lot of people tidy up their fields these days, pulling out the weeds that need to be pulled out, and preparing to nurse the land so they can plant spring sweet potatoes after the New Year."
The sweet potatoes produced are supplied to the workshop. The workshop has sufficient raw materials and makes vermicelli, which saves time and effort. If the workshop business is good, more sweet potatoes will be needed, which can also encourage the villagers to grow more sweet potatoes more attentively.
This is an excellent virtuous cycle, which can make Miao Village, which was originally unable to guarantee food and clothing due to farming, more prosperous.
Everyone in the village understands this truth, and they all feel that their lives will be better in the future.
Look, the first salary has just been paid, and even though the dividends haven’t been paid out yet, everyone’s mouths are already grinning from ear to ear.
Zhuang Qingning also noticed the changes in Miao Village at this time and nodded with great satisfaction.
A village has become a better place because of this, and she suddenly feels a great sense of accomplishment as one of the founders of this workshop.
Seeing Zhuang Qingning's eyes narrowed with a smile, Miao Hongjin's smile became even wider, and he looked at Zhuang Qingning with a little more admiration and gratitude.
After all, for Miao Zhuang, Zhuang Qingning is the noble person who leads the way.
"The workshop business is good right now, and everyone in the village is happy. But although they are happy, they still need to pay more attention to everything," Zhuang Qingning reminded.
Making money is a good thing, but after people make money, their formerly hard life tends to be a little more relaxed, and their cautious nature will be lost a little, and they may become more vague in doing things.
Mental slackness and carelessness may cause the quality of sweet potato vermicelli to decline, which in turn affects the sound of the entire workshop.
In addition, this workshop belongs to Miaozhuang, but Miaozhuang is not the only village nearby.
In the past, we were all equally poor, so naturally we all felt the same. You don't laugh at the patches on my body, and I don't laugh at you for eating bran buns. But what if some of the people who used to eat black flour buns suddenly started eating white flour buns?
This is like when during an exam, someone suddenly hands in the paper early, and the rest of the people will panic.
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