Chapter 80 How to Sell [VIP]
Everyone worked hard for half a month, drying the wheat and packing it into sacks before the rainy season arrived.
During this period, the men in the family would take turns to guard the wheat in the drying yard every day. Firstly, they were worried that the wheat would be eaten by birds, and secondly, they were afraid that it would get wet and moldy due to rain.
Fortunately, God blesses us and the weather is good every day.
Chen Yao had originally agreed with her aunt's family and her uncle's family that they would each receive two dou of the first batch of winter wheat seeds.
"Ayao, don't rush to choose the wheat seeds. Let's weigh them." Tanaka Zheng's mouth has been grinning from ear to ear these days, and he even laughs in his dreams at night.
He casually picked up a sack of new wheat and stood under the corridor of the main house, motioning his daughter to bring the weight.
"Dad, does this need to be weighed?" Tian Baozhu smiled and handed the beam scale to her father.
Everyone looked at Tanaka Masaru's actions.
A total of five sacks of wheat were harvested from the two acres of land, which is a very good harvest no matter how you look at it.
Tanaka Masaharu didn't care about all this. Even though he knew the answer in his heart, he still wanted to see the results with his own eyes and then tell his fellow villagers that winter wheat could not only be grown, but also had a good harvest.
Let those who laughed at A Yao open their eyes and take a good look.
After weighing all five sacks of wheat, they weighed a total of 270 kilograms, which means that one acre of land can produce more than one stone of grain, and this is in winter.
Tanaka Masaru was very excited. He put down the scale in his hand and said "good" three times in a row.
If the harvest is as good as this, as long as the fields are well taken care of, the tenant farmers can not only pay taxes but also have surplus food.
How is this not a feat?
A Yao has done a great thing.
Huang Mei saw her husband lose his composure, stepped forward, held his hand, and after much hesitation, asked, "Ayao, are you sure you want Zhao Xiaofu to submit this winter wheat method to the official?"
"Ayao, think about this matter carefully." Miao also advised her. It was not because she couldn't bear to see Ayao succeed, but because she was afraid that some people would do something bad.
If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who would have imagined that wheat could be grown in winter?
Although it is a good thing for the people, the climate and fertility of fields vary from place to place. They are worried that if something goes wrong, A Yao will not only be scolded, but will also make many enemies.
This method is something that only they in their own village know.
Chen Yao handed the selected wheat seeds to her aunt and uncle. "Years ago, I asked my cousin to survey the climate and farmland for me when he went to the countryside to collect mountain products. Not to mention other places, there are several villages under the jurisdiction of Qingfeng Town that can grow winter wheat. In fact, even if we submit this idea, we don't know whether the prefect will adopt it."
This makes sense. Those officials don't know how to farm, so they certainly won't easily believe or adopt it.
The elders had no idea about this matter. Chen Yao, Yang Jizong and Zhao Xiaofu had already discussed how to persuade the Fang County magistrate to adopt this method.
Now that the family had new grain, it was natural to invite everyone to taste it. After Chen Yao discussed with her parents, they scooped a bucket of wheat and went to the drying yard to grind it into flour.
The school will not start for a few days yet. During these days, Chen Yao watched Yang Jizong transform from a fair-faced scholar into a dark-skinned farm boy.
As for her? She was at least a little paler than Yang Jizong.
Except for the first day of wheat harvest when she and her cousin Wenying were busy all day, the three of them stayed in the kitchen to cook for everyone and do logistical work.
To grind wheat into flour, you have to go to the drying yard and grind it with a stone mill, and then sift it with a sieve.
So Chen Yao pulled Yang Jizong to do it together.
One dou of wheat can produce seven pounds of fine flour after removing the bran. Chen Yao hasn't seen such white flour with a wheaty aroma for a long time.
We have been eating brown rice and coarse noodles all the time, but now we can taste the flour that we have grown ourselves, how can we not be excited?
"Zi'an, do you want to eat any pasta, steamed buns, pancakes, or noodles?" Chen Yao's eyes fell on the bag of noodles in Yang Jizong's hand.
Yang Jizong changed his hand to hold the flour bag, took Chen Yao's hand and led her to him: "Meat buns."
He still can't forget the taste of the meat buns that A Yao brought him when he was trapped in the quarry.
"Okay, I'll chop the meat when I get back."
Yang Jizong was eager to spend some time alone with her, so he deliberately slowed down his pace. "What kind of noodles would you like to eat, Yao?"
"Wonton noodles." Chen Yao couldn't help swallowing her saliva, "Let's go back quickly, I'm a little hungry."
That night, everyone not only ate meat buns and wonton noodles, but also golden fried scallion pancakes.
After finishing a bowl of wontons, Chen Yao felt that something was missing. After thinking about it, she finally figured out what was missing - soybean paste.
Just made with freshly ground flour.
However, if you want to make soybean paste, you have to wait a little longer. The rainy season is a good season for making paste, and the temperature and humidity are just right.
Huang Dongsheng came back from the city and wolfed down a bowl of wonton noodles and two meat buns. He still felt it was not enough, so he asked his mother to buy him another bowl of noodles.
"The little brat has bankrupted me. Fortunately, our lives are getting better now." Huang Songbai looked at him.
It's getting better now.
With Baolai outside collecting fresh ingredients and money, the wife at home is even more capable, bean sprouts, etc.
Also, since edamame came on the market, the city community has been purchasing it. The quantity is not large, but it is also an income.
Only the rabbit house and the silkworm room can't see any profit for the time being.
Under the leadership of Xu, the embroiderers first made knee pads, scarves, sleeves, gloves and rabbit hats to keep warm; in addition to these, they also made shoulder bags.
When the product is finished, everyone is really happy. There will definitely be people who will buy such an exquisite and uniquely shaped product.
After all the finished products have passed various inspections, Huang Songbai and Tanaka Zheng will select a portion of them and display them in the supply and marketing cooperatives for sale.
"Dad hasn't asked you yet, how are our handicrafts selling these days?" While his son was eating, Huang Songbai inquired about the market.
Huang Dongsheng slurped the last of his noodles, put the empty bowl on the table, and wiped his greasy mouth. "Dad, the Dragon Boat Festival is coming soon. Many people are looking at these things, but not many people are buying them. There are quite a lot of people buying rabbit meat. I think we should put these things away first and sell them when it gets colder. What do you think?"
The room fell into silence for a moment.
What if the products cannot be sold?
The women were anxious, but Huang Songbai was not at all anxious: "Okay, I'll listen to you and collect it first. In a couple of days, my brother-in-law and I will go to the city to find a caravan. They have traveled a lot and are knowledgeable. They will definitely know where to collect it."
If he could meet the tea merchant who led the team last time, he could build a relationship with him and perhaps find out more useful and reliable information.
"Dad, it has to be you." Huang Dongsheng gave his father a thumbs up.
Being praised by his son, Huang Songbai felt that his idea was more feasible. "Ayao, your uncle will also help you find out the market price of the silk fans and velvet flowers you want to make."
Chen Yao immediately stood up and bowed: "Then I'll leave this matter to my uncle and aunt."
"Ayao, when are you planning to hire female workers and teach them how to reel silk?" As soon as Shen Qingshan opened his mouth, one could see blisters forming at the corners of his lips.
It's no wonder he was anxious and angry. He had signed a contract with Manager Lu of the traction building before. If he couldn't deliver the raw silk as agreed, it would ruin his own reputation.
Chen Yao also understood her father's anxiety and poured him a bowl of tea made from dandelions. "Tomorrow I will go with you to Wanhe Township to see how many cocoons have been produced. Don't worry, Dad. I have come up with a quick way to reel silk this time, but I was busy with the wheat harvest a while ago, so I delayed it."
"Ayao, what's the method? Tell us all about it."
It was already late at night, but no one wanted to go home.
Chen Yao looked at her relatives and gestured for everyone to wait for a moment. She went back to her room and got the blueprints for the reeling machine.
"Before, Wenying, my cousin and I all reeled silk by hand, but it was too slow. Later, I accidentally saw the textile wheels in Manager Lu's embroidery building, and I came up with the idea of this hand-cranked reeling wheel." Chen Yao spread the drawings on the table.
Everyone immediately came over to take a look, even Yang Jizong couldn't help but come over out of curiosity.
He had never seen a hand-cranked reeling machine, but he had seen a pedal reeling machine.
Although the style on the drawing was a bit rough, Yang Jizong's eyes lit up slightly. This hand-cranked reeling machine was just the prototype of the pedal reeling machine. A Yao was able to come up with it with the help of a textile wheel, which showed how smart she was.
"Ayao, I've seen a pedal reeling machine. Let's work together on this hand-cranked reeling machine." Yang Jizong took on the important task.
Her uncle and aunt-in-law were going to the city, and Chen Yao was worried that she couldn't find anyone to work on the reeling machine with her. Yang Jizong's words undoubtedly solved her urgent problem.
"Okay, it's just right that you can help me take a look at the drawings to see if there's anything wrong with them." Chen Yao came closer to him.
She only drew a rough outline of the hand-cranked reeling machine based on her impression, and she would need to try more if she wanted to make it successfully.
But now with the knowledgeable Yang Jizong here, Chen Yao is very sure that the reeling machine will be completed soon.
The elders watched the two people getting closer and closer. They had no chance to get a word in, so they tactfully stepped aside, said goodbye to Shen Qingshan and Huang Xing, and went home.
Yang Wenying watched as everyone left and her brother continued to chat with Shen Yao about the hand-cranked reeling machine, so she took the blueprint directly.
The two of them looked up at her at the same time.
"It's getting late. Let's talk about it tomorrow. It's time to go back to the house and rest." Yang Wenying folded the drawing and stuffed it into Chen Yao's hand.
"Wenying is right. It's so late, go back to your rooms. A'yao, you don't have to go to the silkworm room with me tomorrow. Dad will go and tell you when he comes back." Shen Qingshan drove the children out of the main house, closed the door, and asked his wife to apply medicine on the corner of his mouth.
Huang Xing stood in front of the bed, her husband holding her waist. As he applied medicine to him, she couldn't help but say angrily, "Why are you so anxious? You're the one who's suffering now."
"Hiss - it hurts, please be gentle, wife." Shen Qingshan tilted his head back feeling very aggrieved. His daughter entrusted him with the management of the silkworm room, so he had to do a good job and not let his daughter down.
How could Huang Xing not know what her husband was thinking, but she was more worried about something else now.
"We need to save more money so that we can renovate the house and build a few more rooms." Huang Xing put away the medicine bottle.
Shen Qingshan grinned and asked, "Why build so many houses?"
"What? What do you mean?" Huang Xing blew out the lights and lay down to chat with her husband. "When A Yao has children in the future, won't we give them to our grandchildren to live with?"
It's not right for a young couple to always sleep in separate rooms.
If it weren't for the pain in his mouth after applying the medicine, Shen Qingshan really wanted to cover his wife's mouth with his own mouth.
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