Shen Mingzhu gave Pei Yang the title of deputy factory director to facilitate his business.

Although the food factory made a profit in November, as the temperature dropped, the sales of dried tofu and spicy strips seemed to have entered a cold winter, and the sales of each store almost plummeted.

Shen Mingzhu was actually mentally prepared for this situation.

Dried tofu and spicy strips are both cold foods. It’s cold in winter, so children naturally don’t like to eat them.

And this is not the worst.

When the schools go on winter vacation, the flow of customers in the convenience stores and grocery stores around the schools will decrease, and the sales of spicy strips and dried tofu will be even bleaker.

In fact, as early as November, Shen Mingzhu was considering launching new products to fill the gap between dried tofu and spicy strips in winter.

In winter, people instinctively desire high-calorie foods.

Taking into account various factors such as cost investment, production technology, and audience reach, Shen Mingzhu decided to make potato chips.

The potatoes are cut into paper-thin slices using a special slicer, fried until crispy, sprinkled with a variety of prepared spices, and then sealed into small bags.

This kind of fried potato chips is a ubiquitous street snack in later generations.

The method looks simple, but there are actually many tricks to fry crispy and delicious potato chips.

The first step is to select the ingredients. You should choose potatoes that have a smooth texture, low starch content and are fresh.

Secondly, the cut potatoes need to be soaked to remove excess starch and then frozen.

With the current temperature in Fengcheng, freezing is really easy and can be completed by simply placing it outdoors.

If it were other seasons, she would have to spend a lot of money to buy a high-power freezer.

This alone saves a lot of money.

The next step is frying. If you want to achieve a golden and crispy texture, the oil temperature control and the second frying must be mastered accurately.

The last item is packaging.

Potato chips and biscuits are different snacks. The packaging of biscuits only requires a small bag of desiccant, while the packaging of potato chips requires nitrogen.

The smallest nitrogen packaging machine costs about 700 yuan.

For today's food factories, such a cost expenditure really puts Shen Mingzhu under tremendous pressure.

Pei Yang ran around for several days, searching almost the entire Fengcheng before he finally found an old, abandoned nitrogen packaging machine for two hundred and fifty yuan.

We asked Zhou Shuhuan, who was knowledgeable about electronic mechanics, to help with the repairs and replace some parts. The total cost was exactly three hundred.

Everything was ready, the food factory stopped the production of dried tofu and spicy strips and started producing potato chips instead.

Relying on the previously established sales channels and the wonderful texture and taste of the potato chips, the potato chips were sold quite successfully as soon as they were launched on the market. Although they are not as good as the big manufacturers, they can be regarded as a rising star and have established a firm foothold in the potato chip industry.

When she saw the sales results, Shen Mingzhu's nerves, which had been tense for a month, finally relaxed.

After relaxing and feeling the warmth of the heater, Shen Mingzhu couldn't help feeling sleepy.

Shen Mingzhu opened the folding bed prepared for Pei Ziheng in the office and lay down to sleep for half an hour.

When I was woken up, it was already getting dark.

The father and son squatted on the left and right of the bed, staring at her intently.

"What time is it?"

"It's six o'clock."

Pei Ziheng looked at her with dark eyes, and said with concern, "Mom, are you sick? You slept for a long time, and Zhao Yun and the others were playing cards outside without waking you up."

Pei Yang put his hand directly on her forehead to check her temperature.

"I'm fine. I didn't sleep well last night."

During this period, she was busy preparing for the production of potato chips, and was worried that the new product would not be accepted and she would not make any money. She was under great mental pressure and her sleep was affected.

After finally relaxing, I naturally fell into a sweet and deep sleep.

It was already late and we were too lazy to buy groceries and cook at home, so the three of us ate in the cafeteria.

It was exactly seven o'clock when we finished our meal. It was pitch dark outside and the biting cold wind felt like a knife on our faces.

The family of three, wrapped in scarves, with their hands tucked into their sleeves, talked and laughed as they walked home along the street lights.

When we were almost at the staff quarters, we met an old farmer who was selling apples on his shoulder.

In such a cold day, the old farmer was wearing an old coat full of pudding, without socks on his feet, with half of his ankles exposed, and his thin body was slightly bent by the carrying pole.

"Want some apples? Our own apples are crisp and sweet, and they're ten cents a pound."

This work is organized and uploaded by Liujiu Book Bar~~

The old farmer walked while selling his wares to passers-by along the way.

Despite being coldly rejected by passers-by time and time again, the old farmer still had a smile and expectation on his face.

Shen Mingzhu felt a little sad and walked forward to take care of the business.

The street lights were not very bright at night, and she couldn't see clearly from a distance. Only when she got closer did she recognize that the old farmer was the one who had sold her river fish before.

Perhaps because she covered herself too tightly, the old farmer did not recognize her. He enthusiastically picked out a big, red apple and asked her to taste it, fearing that he would lose her as a customer.

Shen Mingzhu was holding an apple. She had bought similar ones at the market a few days ago for 25 cents per pound.

"These apples are so good, why are they so cheap?"

"I can't help it. I can't sell them. In previous years, the dealers charged 8 cents, but this year they only gave 4 cents. I can't bear to sell such good apples at a low price, so I picked them out and sold them myself."

The old farmer had a smile on his face while speaking, but the bitterness, sadness and helplessness in his words made Shen Mingzhu feel a lump in her throat.

She is not usually such a sentimental person, and I don’t know what happened today.

Pei Yang noticed her emotional fluctuations, squatted down and said to the old farmer: "Weigh these for me."

The old farmer was surprised and delighted, but he asked, "Can you eat all this?"

"We can finish them all. There are more than ten employees in the factory. You can finish these apples in four or five days at most."

After hearing what Pei Yang said, the old farmer hurriedly found an old urea woven bag and put the apples in it while apologetically explaining to them, "I don't have a big bag, so I can only use this one. I have washed this bag several times, so it is clean."

"It doesn't matter, just pretend."

While Pei Yang was greeting the old farmer, he stroked Shen Mingzhu's back with his right hand, silently comforting her sadness.

"Are there many apples at home?"

"A lot. There are still 1,300 to 1,400 kilograms of fruits like this. There are also 1,000 kilograms of small defective fruits. They can only be used to feed livestock."

Pei Yang smiled and consoled, "Sell a little bit every day, and it will be almost sold out by the New Year."

"That's my plan. I hope to sell them all. My children are waiting for the money to pay their tuition next year."

Pei Yang was about to ask how many children there were when Shen Mingzhu next to him said something shocking, "8 cents a pound, right? I want all the apples in your house."

Pei Yang was so shocked that he almost lost his balance.

Second update~