Chapter 413 Revenue
Song Hai wanted the food workshop of the 16th Regiment to help them make sweet potato starch and potato starch for a processing fee of one cent per kilogram. Song Lubai calculated in her mind that, based on the current production capacity of their workshop, they could earn about ninety yuan a month.
However, we should still strive for what we should strive for.
"Director, as you know, the sweet potatoes won't keep for long. We need to turn them into starch first, and then use the starch to make noodles. Even if you come with me to transport the goods back today, your goods won't be ready until at least next month. After all, we need to prioritize the sweet potatoes in our own group right now."
Song Hai nodded in agreement, "As long as you're willing to do it, you can send it back to us in three months."
Anyway, there won't be any new sweet potatoes until September this year.
Song Hai then asked Song Lubai how much sweet potato vermicelli their workshop could still produce.
Song Lubai said, "We can make at least 1,500 jin of it, and about 1,000 jin of potatoes. If you can't finish it all here, we'll go to the neighboring county to make some."
Song Hai estimated for a moment and said, "You'll have to go to other places to run around. We'll have our own things by then, so we probably won't be able to take over your group."
Song Lubai said with a smile, "It's clear we shouldn't have helped you with the processing, and you didn't even give us a little more money."
There was no way Song Hai would offer more money; he said all the nice things but never mentioned it.
"Since we've had a pleasant working relationship, could you do me another favor?"
Song Hai took a sip of tea and asked, "What's the matter? I'll definitely help if I can."
Song Lubai said, "Help me find some radishes. It doesn't matter if the core is brittle. You help us make contact, and once we've made contact, we can discuss the price ourselves."
Song Hai said, "Are you afraid I'll make a profit from the difference?"
Song Lubai said, "That's not what I meant. You're busy enough as it is. How can we trouble you to handle all of our little matters? I can't accept your kindness without feeling guilty."
Everything was settled, the invoices were issued, and the supply and marketing cooperatives started selling them.
Before leaving, Song Lubai said to Song Hai, "Keep the empty jars for us. I'll have someone come and pick them up in a few days. Otherwise, we won't have enough. The thirty jars are yours. If we break them, we'll compensate you. If you break them, it's your own responsibility."
Song Lubai is meticulous in her work and remembers everything. Song Hai admires her responsible attitude.
After leaving the supply and marketing cooperative, Song Lubai rode her bicycle to a department store two miles away.
The season for selling pickled vegetables is only three months, April, May, and June. Once summer comes, there will be vegetables to eat, and it is estimated that they will not sell well after that. In addition, Song Lubai does not know how long the pickled vegetables can be stored, so she has to sell the pickled vegetables in the workshop as soon as possible.
She had already spoken to Director Liu, asking him to help find a market for the pickled vegetables.
After entering the department store and striking up a conversation with a salesperson, the salesperson pointed out where the manager's office was.
To Song Lubai's surprise, the manager turned out to be a member of the ethnic minority.
The manager spoke Mandarin with a distinctive accent.
After Song Lubai explained her purpose, the manager wanted to see what the goods looked like.
Song Lubai said directly, "Our group just delivered a batch of goods to the supply and marketing cooperative today, and we don't have any more. If you are interested, you can go to the supply and marketing cooperative there to check out the situation. If you want it, we will give it to the department store at the same price as we give to the supply and marketing cooperative, and deliver it to you next time."
There's no reason not to accept goods delivered to your door. In an era of scarcity, food is an essential commodity.
The manager immediately ordered five jars of cabbage and radishes.
Song Lubai clearly explained the price and weight of each jar.
The manager thought it was a bit expensive, but he would go to the supply and marketing cooperative to find out more.
"I heard that the vermicelli sold by the supply and marketing cooperative was also donated by your 16th Regiment?"
Song Lubai smiled and said, "It's a gift from us. If you need it, we'll bring you a hundred kilograms next time, and the price will be the same as the supply and marketing cooperative's."
They need to process goods for the supply and marketing cooperative, and they also have a lot of inventory, so they need to find sales channels.
She and Yu Lin had discussed the processing, and they were willing to earn a processing fee, since the workers would have nothing to do once the sweet potatoes were gone.
The manager poured her a glass of water and said, "Since you have the goods, let's set the price for the vermicelli first, and you can deliver it to us next time..."
After the negotiation, the price of sweet potato vermicelli was the same as that of the supply and marketing cooperative, and Song Lubai even managed to get an extra three cents for potato vermicelli.
She didn't believe that someone as shrewd as Song Hai would reveal his secrets to others.
After making the decision, Song Lubai went to the next department store.
When she finished her work and returned to the supply and marketing cooperative, Old Wang and his team, who were delivering the jars for the next trip, had not yet arrived.
Song Lubai was very hungry and felt uncomfortable from the swelling, so she borrowed a food coupon from Song Hai and went to a restaurant to eat a bowl of shredded pork noodles.
After she finished eating and went back, Old Wang and the others finally arrived.
She didn't dare ride her bike back by herself, so she had to go back with Lao Wang and the others.
Halfway there, she was eager to return home.
It was already completely dark when I got home.
The child was lying in bed crying loudly.
Wei Yang can't come back today, and Song Lubai is coming back late again. Wei Zhao and Chen Yu can't coax her back no matter what they do.
Upon entering the house, Song Lubai saw that her two little darlings had been crying and their faces were red. She quickly picked them up and comforted them.
The children finally quieted down when they saw their mother. Wei Zhao, whose head had been throbbing all day, slumped her shoulders and said, "I'm speechless. How can they cry so much? If you hadn't come back, they would have cried themselves to death!"
In just a few hours, Chen Yu was terrified of the two children's crying. Children are not angels; when they cry with their mouths open, they are comparable to devils!
Only after putting the child to sleep did Song Lubai have time to eat dinner.
It's that time of year again when the sand dates are fragrant and the willow branches are sprouting new buds, and the food workshops are bustling with activity.
During seasons when there are no vegetables to eat, the cabbages and radish strips from the supply and marketing cooperative become great accompaniments to rice.
Sauerkraut stew with glass noodles is also a dish that Song Lubai's family often eats.
Adding some wild vegetables to the sauerkraut soup makes it very delicious.
Compared to vermicelli, the profits from pickled cabbage and radish strips are quite considerable. In April, the food workshop's total revenue was nearly 500 yuan, a figure that surprised Yu Lin.
After seeing the data compiled by Song Lubai, he never expected that such cheap radish strips could earn so much money!
Song Lubai said with a beaming smile, "Our radish strips have been sold in the city, and other farms have also learned to make pickled vegetables like us. Director Song let me taste the radish strips made by other farms, and the taste is far inferior to ours. Not only is there no oil in them, but they are also only salty. Compared to ours, the radish strips from other farms can't even fetch a good price."
Next year, someone will definitely learn to make sauerkraut from them. Song Lubai plans to have Zhao Hongying research hot and sour cabbage so that they can be competitive in the future.
Yu Lin smiled and nodded: "I've also tried what we made ourselves, and it's really good. This taste is something that most people can't replicate. We must keep the recipe safe."
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