"I'll buy you meat when Dad gets his monthly pay!"
The children cheered excitedly, but Wang Quan's wife quickly stopped them, saying, "Don't shout it out, it's not good if others hear it."
The room fell silent as the family whispered amongst themselves.
Time flies, and by the time the second harvest was completed, the Longtan Kiln Factory had been built and officially put into production.
With the blueprints provided by Lin Yinan, Wang Quan led the kiln workers to produce high-quality porcelain.
Holding exquisite porcelain pieces in his hands, Wu Xingwang's eyes gleamed with the light of money, as if he could see countless riches and opportunities flowing into Longtan.
"Lord of the city, such exquisite porcelain can definitely fetch a good price!"
Looking at the patterns on the porcelain, Lin Yinan was also amazed by the craftsmanship of Wang Quan and others.
The wisdom of the ancients is truly profound! To achieve such a level of skill without the support of so many modern high-tech tools is truly astonishing.
"Uncle Wu, do you think it would be better if we packaged the fruit wine here and sold it together?"
The winery brewed a lot of fruit wine this year, but she hadn't found suitable bottles to put it in. When she discovered kaolin clay, she thought about selling the wine that the girls had worked so hard to brew for a good price.
"It's not just good, it's absolutely fantastic! Our fruit wine has a delicate and mellow taste, a rich and fragrant aroma of fruit, and is suitable for all ages. It's unforgettable. Last year, the Chen family head and the Zhong family head said that they would order more this year."
"Alright, I'll have someone take the bottles back to the distillery to repackage them right away."
The Lunar New Year is a peak season for alcohol sales, and Lin Yinan wants to sell all the alcohol before the New Year.
Of course, with such high-end packaging, they are targeting middle and upper-class consumers; ordinary people are unwilling to spend money to buy their wine.
As soon as the porcelain bottles were brought into the winery, Lin Huihui, Huang Qingqing, Lin Chunni, and a few others immediately started arranging for people to clean the bottles and repackage the fruit wine.
Lin Yinan sat in the office, watching the girls come and go, busy as bees.
Even Lin Xiaomei used her only remaining right hand to clatter the abacus, her fingers leaving afterimages as she swung them.
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