Yes! How could he not have thought of that?
At that time, foreign trade had not yet fully opened up, and Coca-Cola was not yet widely available.
They haven't even introduced instant noodle production lines yet, so they can definitely seize the opportunity.
If I really make these businesses big, I won't need to worry about them every day; I can just be a hands-off boss.
If he remembered correctly, he had seen the production processes and procedures of many products in Happy Town last time, which could be unlocked by spending money.
Zhao Youcai didn't care about the money in his hand at all, and immediately chose to throw it all into the Golden Finger to upgrade the processing workshop.
Besides wheat being used to make flour, Zhao Youcai also discovered the process of making instant noodle cakes and a simple machine, along with a blueprint for the machine.
The seasonings haven't been unlocked yet; he'll have to figure out the recipes himself.
That should be enough for now. Anyway, with seasonings, you can just try a few more times.
The biggest technical challenge is figuring out how to properly store instant noodles and seasonings before transporting and selling them.
But there's no rush. Let's figure out a way to make instant noodles a specialty of Zhaojiagou first, and then slowly open up sales channels.
Speaking of Zhao Youcai, he was a patriotic man. He had witnessed the gradual decline of Northeast China in later generations and felt lost when he saw young people leaving their hometowns for work.
My hometown is great in every way, but its future development is terrible.
In order to avoid becoming an increasingly backward region, we must consider transformation as soon as possible.
Of course, these topics are somewhat heavy and not something that a nobody like me can decide, but Zhao Youcai can do his job well.
To the best of our ability, we will ensure that young people in Zhaojiagou no longer have to leave their homes to make a living.
If people can earn money and live a peaceful and prosperous life right at their doorstep, who would want to go to an unfamiliar place and work like a slave?
Zhao Youcai has always been a very proactive person. He does what he wants to do immediately and never procrastinates.
First, I went to town and bought all the ingredients I needed to make zongzi, the ones I didn't have at home.
I also visited the black market and bought some useful items for making instant noodle seasoning that I could find without needing receipts.
Zhao Youcai even made a special trip to the steel factory and selected two iron pots and several large iron buckets for holding soup from their warehouse.
Back in his courtyard, Zhao Youcai got busy again. His sons and daughters-in-law had also returned and rushed over to help.
Zhao Youcai had no use for them and simply waved his hand.
With so little stuff, why would we need those few?
If you had the time to give orders, you could have done it all yourself.
But it wouldn't sound good if the kids just watched their father spinning around like a top doing nothing.
Zhao Youcai gestured with his chin, indicating that there were several large bags on the stone table in the courtyard.
"If you're really bored, go make some zongzi."
The eldest brother scratched his head. "The women know how to wrap zongzi, but we grown men have never done this before."
Zhao Youcai glanced at him sideways, understanding that his eldest brother was being awkward and didn't want to learn how to wrap zongzi with his wife, feeling ashamed.
At other times, Zhao Youcai would definitely suppress his boss's temper and try to temper him.
But not now. Time is tight and the task is heavy. There are more important things that require manpower.
“Did I say you guys have nothing to do? You take your brothers and go get the bamboo strips that are piled up at home that you haven’t used much. Wash them properly, cut them up, and weave a few dozen small bamboo baskets.”
How can you sell zongzi (sticky rice dumplings) without gift boxes?
Especially those drivers on national highways, they must also have to give gifts to their leaders and relatives and friends.
You can't just carry it over in a basin, that would be really inappropriate.
Zhao Jianguo was terrified that his father would lose his temper and smash a large iron pot over his head. He had just been given a good beating at his father-in-law's house yesterday, and his whole body ached. His father's blows were no less severe than those of his father-in-law's family.
After all, his father-in-law's family was hesitant to harm him, their son-in-law, because of their daughter. But his father was a real father; as long as he wasn't killed, it was fine.
Zhao Jianguo was as honest as a little quail. He did whatever his father told him to do, being both careful and diligent.
The eldest son's wife couldn't help but burst out laughing at her husband's submissive behavior.
Several people were happily cooking glutinous rice, removing date pits, and washing the bamboo leaves for making zongzi (sticky rice dumplings). They were quite busy.
Zhao Chunhua was off today and didn't stay in town.
An elderly woman from the same factory, who had never married or had children but loved children very much, volunteered to help look after the children, while Zhao Chunhua returned to Zhaojiagou alone.
Knowing that there were many things going on at home recently, and fearing that I wouldn't be able to handle them all, I rushed back to lend a hand.
The whole family was enjoying themselves, and Zhao Youcai was happy to see it.
But if you're happy for too long, something is bound to happen that makes you feel bad.
Take Zhao Youcai, for example. He had only hummed half of his little tune when an annoying sound came from outside the door.
"Dad, I'm home. Are you home?"
Zhao Youcai really wanted to grab a big broom and kick this ingrate out of there.
But his sons were all busy in the backyard, and his daughters-in-law and eldest daughter were all working in the kitchen, leaving only the old man who had just finished his work with nothing to do.
The younger son's voice outside was getting louder and louder. He wasn't old and hard of hearing, so pretending not to hear wasn't a good idea.
If the villagers see this and gossip behind my back, the only one who will lose face is myself, a resident of the village who sees everyone around me all the time.
It doesn't matter if this brat embarrasses himself; he can just dust himself off and leave. As long as he can't hear anything, it won't affect anything.
But Zhao Youcai was concerned about his reputation. With his third son's marriage finally on the agenda, he couldn't let this trivial matter cause any further trouble.
Reluctantly, he opened the door, where Zhao Youcai stood with an increasingly youthful face, staring at him expressionlessly.
Zhao Jianfei was about to put on a bright smile and call out "Dad," but he became somewhat dazed when he saw Zhao Youcai.
Is this old man my father?
He looks so much younger. Could it be that I've mistaken him for someone else? Does he have a relative who has been living away from home for many years and has only recently returned home?
The father and son stood silently at the doorway, one inside and one outside.
Zhao Youcai was getting annoyed and asked in a cold voice:
"You came back just to stand at the door like a mute? Speak up if you have something to say, or shut up if you have something to say. I don't have time to be a doorman here with you."
Zhao Jianfei's mind went blank. He knew that voice was definitely his father's.
But what kind of magic pill did his dad take? How come he looks so young?
Don't any of my brothers and sisters-in-law wonder how Dad became so young?
Not only did the family members not feel much about it, but even the villagers in the town didn't feel much either.
Since they see each other so often, no one would notice the subtle changes that Zhao Youcai undergoes day by day.
Only Zhao Jianfei, who hadn't spoken to his father face-to-face for a long time, was suddenly shocked.
But Zhao Jianfei didn't come back this time to see his father become younger; he had important business to attend to.
If this matter isn't resolved soon, he'll be sleeping under a bridge in town.
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