"Grandpa went out for something, probably to the village." Yuxiu turned around and said to her, "Comrade Wang, Comrade Gong, what are you having for lunch?"
Wang Daya and Gong Zhaodi exchanged a glance and chuckled. Gong Zhaodi spoke softly, "For lunch, we made beef, braised pig's head, spicy duck necks, and roast duck. Yesterday, when I went shopping, I met a duck vendor. He had a cart full of fat ducks for sale. Not only did he sell them to us, he also cleaned them and chopped them up any way you wanted. He provided a one-stop service. I noticed some of them didn't want the duck necks, so I gave them some and they got back quite a few."
"Yes, there are a lot of duck necks. Comrade Feng Zheng made spicy, five-spice, sauce-flavored, and spicy." Wang Daya agreed, "And some vegetables, boiled in plain water, mixed with cold dishes, and stir-fried."
Moreover, this is her favorite way to eat it.
Zhong Yuxiu nodded slightly. "Why are you making so many dishes today? I've never had so many before."
"You don't have much time to eat at home. You need to eat more to nourish your body. Comrade Yan has already told you that your health is the most important thing. As long as you are at home, I will pick out the best food to cook for you and try to get you to eat more."
Zhong Yuxiu:.......I’m afraid they’ll be fed like pigs.
Gong Zhaodi nodded in agreement and said, "Your work is very demanding on your brain, so you need to make good use of your energy."
Not only did Comrade Yan say this, but even Comrades Gu Lingguo and Fang Guozhong repeatedly reminded her that the food must be well prepared and delicious. If the food tasted good, Zhong Yuxiu would naturally eat more.
Comrade Feng Zheng always considers the taste first when cooking, and tries his best to cook according to Zhong Yuxiu's taste; on the Yan family's side, Grandpa Yan is not picky about food and eats everything delicious. Yan Rushan follows Zhong Yuxiu's taste, so the meals are relatively easy to cook.
"Make less next time. If you can't finish it, you'll have to eat it the next meal." Doesn't fresh food taste delicious?
Wang Daya nodded and said, "Don't worry, the portion won't be too much and we will definitely be able to finish it." Besides, with you and Comrades Gu and Fang here, it is impossible that we won't be able to finish it.
The cook knew what she was doing, so she said no more, "After feeding the children, Comrade Gong, go to the village to see where the old man has gone. After you finish your business, come back quickly for lunch."
"Okay, I'll go right away." Gong Zhaodi left as soon as she said that, put down the bowl and spoon and walked out.
After Wang Daya stayed behind to clean up the mess, she spoke to Zhong Yuxiu, "Comrade Zhong, you and Goudan take care of the children. I'll go to the kitchen to help put the food on the table. After the food is served, I'll come back and watch the children with you."
"Just focus on your own things. They can play by themselves after they have eaten." Zhong Yuxiu sat on the mattress without moving because the three little kids were clinging to her tightly. Even Goudan, who was trying to play with them and make some fun handicrafts, could not attract them.
To them, mother is the most important and everything else can be discarded.
Goudan suddenly felt a little depressed.
Zhong Yuxiu held the children in her arms, just like that, and they played in her arms; she didn't need to go out for a walk or coax them to play, they could just have fun.
Wang Daya, Gu Lingguo, Fang Guozhong and others brought the food over and served it to the table one after another; Yan Guofeng and Gong Zhaodi came back one after another. The first thing Yan Guofeng did when he came back was to talk to his eldest grandson's wife.
"Yuxiu, we've found someone to make a cart. He's from our village. We have quite a few veteran craftsmen in our village, some weavers and some carpenters." As he spoke, Yan Guofeng walked over to Zhong Yuxiu, picked up Li Ji, and kissed him on the cheek. "Don't be fooled by the small size of our village. We have all the necessary talent."
Zhong Yuxiu nodded slightly and also held a child; the other one was taken over by Goudan.
"Every village has its own artisans; otherwise, development wouldn't be possible." In earlier times, when conditions were even worse, it was better to have a local artisan. Villagers could trade with artisans; going to other villages was far, and the artisans might not have what they needed. Everything was limited; they couldn't just make a lot and wait for everyone to trade. After all, they had to work, earn work points, and earn food.
Usually, a batch of these is small, and if people can make it in their spare time, that's already pretty good.
"That's right! I asked them to find some soft rattan and polish it. I'll give them ten dollars each when they're done."
Zhong Yuxiu nodded slightly. "If we do well, we can open up a way for the village to make money. Crafts are becoming increasingly rare these days, and if we do well, we can sell them abroad and earn money from foreigners. All we have to do is package it up and promote it, and add a story passed down by our ancestors."
"Is it easy to sell?" People may not necessarily be interested in things made of bamboo or rattan.
"They're sure to sell well. Even though these things aren't worth much here, they're great for art lovers."
If you like a certain type of thing, the best products in that type are good; people in this world like different things, so these things will definitely sell.
Yan Guofeng pondered for a moment and then asked, "As far as I know, some handicrafts are now sold abroad as foreign exchange. However, they don't sell for much, and foreigners even look down on them."
“What does the foreign exchange stuff look like?”
"It's what we usually use at home."
Zhong Yuxiu said helplessly, "That's definitely not possible. We have to make these handicrafts more interesting and give them special meanings that represent our country. Only with meanings can they sell better."
"Meaning? What meaning can a bamboo product have?" Yan Guofeng didn't understand.
"Grandpa, why do we say auspicious words when we pay New Year's greetings?"
Yan Guofeng said, "It's for good luck."
"Yes, it's for good luck, so they add some fancy designs and meanings, it's the same principle." Many of the things sold in those live broadcast rooms in later generations are fakes, but what they sell are meanings and beliefs, so that buyers who enter the live broadcast room will feel wrong if they don't buy them.
We still have a lot to learn about marketing techniques.
"I understand." Yan Guofeng's eyes lit up. "But what kind of pattern should it be made of? Bamboo products are easy to break, and the patterns won't last long."
Another disadvantage is that it cannot be used for a long time.
"What's the big deal if it doesn't last? That's what we want. If it lasts a long time, fewer people will buy it! We sell it overseas, not domestically. Furthermore, we have to label it as environmentally friendly and hygienic. Awareness of this isn't strong in China right now. But overseas, people are starting to take it seriously. Bamboo grows naturally, so things made from it are naturally natural."
The more he spoke, the brighter Yan Guofeng's eyes became.
Zhong Yuxiu continued, "If we had a state banquet or something, with more beautiful and elaborate designs, wouldn't that be a good start to boost sales?"
"That makes sense, that makes sense." Yan Guofeng nodded repeatedly.
"Besides, everyone likes beautiful things. If people abroad are willing to appreciate our products, it means they have enough money, right? So, as long as something is beautiful, outstanding, and has a good meaning, won't it attract a lot of people?"
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