Chapter 441 Price
The amount of goat milk and cow milk collected is limited, and the sheep raised in the group are still mostly young, so the production of milk curds cannot be increased, and the progress of wool purchase is also relatively slow.
For the time being, we can only leave it at that for now; there's no rushing it.
Today, Wei Yang and Song Lubai went into the city together. Wei Yang and several regimental leaders went to the division headquarters, while Song Lubai went to the supply and marketing cooperative.
The milk curds were a product of the 18th Regiment. Song Lubai wrapped a pound in yellow paper and had Wei Yang take it to the division headquarters to show the leaders.
Because milk powder is packaged, it can sell for a few yuan per kilogram. Milk curds are also made with real ingredients, but they can only wrap them in yellow paper.
Upon seeing the pale yellow, milky-scented milk curds that Song Lubai had brought, Song Hai said with certainty, "They must be expensive."
Song Lubai told him to pinch a piece and try it first.
Song Hai usually drinks sweet soy milk and rarely drinks goat milk or eats dairy products. Dairy products are very expensive, and their supply and marketing cooperative hardly sees any milk powder all year round.
He picked up a piece, took a bite, and felt the milky aroma slowly melt in his mouth.
Song Lubai said, "The piece you have can be used to make a cup of milk. It can provide nutrition for both the mother and the baby, and it has the same effect as milk powder."
Song Hai knew dairy products wouldn't be cheap, so he nodded and asked again, "How much?"
Song Lubai said, "Two yuan per jin."
Although it was expensive, Song Hai could accept the price because milk curds were cheaper than milk powder.
Song Hai asked, "Is that all there is?"
Song Lubai said sadly, "That's all. You know how hard it is to collect milk."
She's asking for such a high price because of the small quantity, but it's still not as expensive as milk powder.
Excluding the one jin that Wei Yang took away, Song Hai only collected thirty-eight jin.
That's seventy-six yuan in total, enough to buy a few more lambs.
Because of its scarcity, dairy products sold very well. And with the year-end approaching, Song Hai set aside twenty jin (10 kg) to give as favors to acquaintances in various units. The remaining dozen or so jin (10 kg) were sold out in less than two hours as soon as they were put out for sale.
Song Lubai also bought a pound of the product at the market price at the supply and marketing cooperative and brought it to Wei Zhao.
While Wei Yang was still at the division headquarters, Song Lubai waited at Wei Zhao's house.
After listening to her finish recounting her recent busy schedule, Wei Zhao tasted the milk curds and said, "They're not cheap to begin with, and dairy products are in high demand. I'll ask around and have someone design packaging for your group's milk curds. You can come up with a product name. With attractive packaging, you can sell them for three yuan a pound!"
Song Lubai was pleasantly surprised. After thinking for a moment, she said, "That's fine. If the packaging bag is sent from the capital, the opening definitely can't be sealed. We can only tie it with red silk or rubber band. If the packaging is done well, it will look presentable when we take it out as a gift."
In department stores, items that fetch a price are all packaged; anything inexpensive is sold loose.
For in-demand items like dairy products, the price is destined to be high, so it's better to make the packaging more upscale.
Unlike regular factories, workshops don't seal products after packaging them. Well-packaged products look high-end and can fetch a good price. Their production farm is a small place with limited resources, so they can only try to make the products look more valuable in order to earn more profit.
After talking about the milk curds for a while, Wei Zhao said, "After the New Year, you can take a break for a while. Why don't you bring Yihua and the other two girls over to stay for a while? I haven't seen them in a long time, and I miss them quite a bit."
Song Lubai said, "It's too cold. They've been catching colds a lot lately. I'll bring them over when it gets warmer."
As they were talking, it was almost lunchtime. Wei Zhao started to get busy, and Song Lubai offered to help, but Wei Zhao said, "You shouldn't get involved."
The two had maintained a good relationship over the past few years. Although there was no need to be so polite, Wei Zhao felt it was inappropriate for her to have someone cook for Song Lubai when she came to visit.
So, half an hour later, Song Lubai and Wei Yang once again ate Wei Zhao's warm but tasteless salted egg drop soup.
The egg flowers floated sparsely in the soy sauce-colored soup. The dumplings were made from small pieces of sweet potato, coarse corn kernels, and mixed grain flour. There were also some cabbage floating in the soup.
How to put it? It's a bit like pig slop, but definitely with more ingredients. Song Lubai has no idea how Wei Zhao came up with this way of eating.
Wei Zhao added all the necessary seasonings when cooking, and Song Lubai watched her cook, feeling that she had added a lot of seasonings, but the taste was still very ordinary.
It can only be said that Wei Zhao truly lacked the talent for cooking.
While drinking soup, she and Wei Yang exchanged a glance. The two were perfectly in sync, and the meaning in their eyes made each other twitch their lips.
Chen Jingwen noticed the exchange between his uncle and aunt and seized the opportunity to say, "Mom, Uncle and Aunt are laughing at you for not cooking well!"
Wei Yang glanced at the kid calmly and said, "If you don't like it, just say so. You don't need to put the blame on us."
After finishing his sentence, he drank the last drop of soup in his bowl, put down his chopsticks, and looked at Chen Jingwen, saying, "It's been a long time since I've had your mother's cooking. It's delicious. You should eat too."
Chen Jingwen was incredulous.
His mother's cooking can be called delicious? His uncle's ability to lie through his teeth is too good!
Feeling warm and cozy from the food, the couple sat at Wei Zhao's house for another half hour before riding back to the regimental headquarters on the regimental tractor, along with the rest of the group who had bought their things.
The 18th Regiment was too far away, so Song Lubai wrote a letter to Zhang Cui in advance, and didn't let Zhang Cui bring the Jianshe brothers over for the Spring Festival this year.
This year, there were only four of us at home for Chinese New Year.
Although there were fewer people, the festive atmosphere was still strong.
Early in the morning, Song Lubai took out the two red cotton-padded jackets she had bought from the capital and had her two daughters put them on.
She looked regretfully at the red wool coat in the closet.
The color of this dress is beautiful, and it feels thick. Wearing it makes her look tall and slender with thin shoulders and a straight back, showing off her figure incredibly well. Unfortunately, she can't wear it in this weather.
It's too cold to wear it, and when the weather is nice, she doesn't have a chance to wear it.
This newly bought wool coat will have to stay at the bottom of the drawer for now.
She continued to wear the black puffer jacket.
This long down jacket was also bought at a department store in the capital for 68 yuan.
The puffer jacket looks fluffy and feels very light. It's very warm to wear, and you won't feel cold even if you wear a sweater underneath.
Because of its high price, she doesn't wear this dress when she's out working.
Fortunately, black doesn't show dirt easily and is relatively easy to care for. After wearing it many times, it still looks brand new when I take it out again.
Song Lubai felt it was no wonder everyone wanted to go to the city; the things in the Capital Department Store were truly incomparable to those elsewhere.
After getting dressed, Wei Yihua saw that her father, who was putting up couplets, was still wearing his usual cotton-padded coat. She ran up to him, tilted her little face, and asked, "Dad, why aren't you wearing new clothes?"
Wei Yang laughed and said, "I changed, but the clothes are the same, you just can't tell."
Wei Yihua tilted her head and circled around her father, then said "Oh" in confusion.
Wei Yang's clothes were provided by the government; the quilted cotton inside was very thick, and they wouldn't wear through even after several years. The quality was exceptionally good. He only had a few sets of clothes for winter, and he had been wearing them in rotation for several years.
When they were in the capital, Song Lubai wanted to buy him something, but she didn't have enough receipts. He insisted on spending all the money on her and the child.
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