Chapter 103: Progress of the processing factory

Talking and talking, it's Su Qingyue again!

Zhang Jun walked back with his head down, constantly kicking the stones on the side of the road. Since he met Su Qingyue, his life had been completely ruined by her!

After the cornfield incident, he was sent to the police station, so his job was demoted. He finally became a special commissioner in the village, but the vegetable tofu business was snatched away by Su Qingyue by half.

Now because of her, the black market won't sell him soybeans! He finally found a way to start with the transport tractor, but his cousin wouldn't agree!

"The stones didn't bully you, does your foot hurt from kicking them to vent your anger?"

"Captain Shi, I..."

Captain Shi stroked his beard and walked over. He was reading the newspaper in the inner room, but he actually heard the conversation between Zhang Jun and the two.

"Alright, young people must be able to hold their breath to do big things. Let's continue to find a way about the soybeans. After they finish using the tractor tomorrow, find a way to borrow it for half a day."

"What can I do if I borrow it for half a day? Won't I have to return it the day after tomorrow?"

Captain Shi smiled until his eyes narrowed. "If it can't be used after returning it, then it can't be blamed on us."

Zhang Jun's eyes lit up, and he returned to the office with Captain Shi.

"Take the introduction letter with the stamp and go find Lei Jie. Just say Captain Shi said the village needs to haul grain."

Su Qingyue's factory foundation had already been laid. She had resigned now and was focusing on the work of the processing factory in the village.

Li Zilan washed her hands clean and was putting the dried fermented soybeans into canned bottles. "Qingyue, come here quickly, I smell this fermented soybean, it's especially fragrant!"

"Sister-in-law, take a bottle out and share a handful with everyone. Let everyone taste how it is when stir-frying at noon."

Liu Chunxing was soaking soybeans and smiled to interject. "We'll have a treat at noon again."

Chen Min wore a mask and was grinding chili powder. "The chili we planted ourselves is also especially fragrant. I see some villagers are still drying it, and I estimate it can be harvested for a while."

Su Qingyue dipped her finger in a bit of chili and smelled it, but she choked herself, and quickly covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief.

Li Zilan handed over the water bottle. "Why did you choke? Go see the dried tofu your brother is drying."

More than a dozen large round sieves were all filled with sauce-colored dried tofu. Su Qingyue took a piece, broke it open, and fed a small bite into her mouth. The faint salty and fragrant taste filled her mouth.

"Hmm! Our dried tofu is really delicious. Hurry, everyone taste it!"

Xiang Shishui took a small piece and fed it to his wife. "Taste it quickly." Zheng Hui was filtering soy milk. She chewed the dried tofu in her mouth and nodded repeatedly. "It's taught by a master chef after all. It's different from the dried tofu we make ourselves. It's much more delicious!"

"This adds more ingredients. We directly dry the tofu, but they marinate it with seasonings first and then dry it. How can the taste not be good?"

Xiang Shi'an and Pei Huaiye drove the tractor to haul building materials. His wife, Kong Shan, ate a little dried tofu and put the rest in her pocket, intending to give it to her son, Xiang Xiaoqiang, after school.

Su Qingyue saw it in her eyes, and her thoughts kept turning. The processing factory was about to open. Everyone had been busy for a month, but their wages hadn't been paid yet.

It seems she had to calculate the accounts tonight.

"Captain Xiang, sell fermented soybeans and bean paste by the bottle, and sell dried tofu in bags."

Xiang Jianming picked up a small bag. "Just these two or three pieces?"

"Each of our bags is weighed at four taels, and each bag is priced at thirty cents."

Xiang Jianming clicked his tongue. "This price is not low."

"City people can afford it."

Su Qingyue chewed the dried tofu and sat in the office with Xiang Jianming, picking up draft paper and a pen to write and draw.

"Look, one jin of soybeans makes two and a half jin of dried tofu. Soybeans are twenty cents per jin. The cost of each jin of dried tofu is eight cents per jin. Each bag is priced at thirty cents. One jin of dried tofu is seventy-five cents. The profit of one jin of dried tofu is more than sixty cents. This doesn't count labor, transportation, and other processing costs."

Xiang Jianming was worried that it wouldn't sell. Su Qingyue smiled and guaranteed. "When I was in Beijing, the dried tofu in the Friendship Store sold for more than this. Although our county town can't compare to Beijing, there are many people with money and coupons, and those who want to improve their living conditions are willing to buy it."

Xiang Jianming was convinced. Su Qingyue picked up a bottle of fermented soybeans again. "This small bottle is four taels of fermented soybeans, and one bottle is also thirty cents."

"This larger bottle can hold half a jin of bean paste, priced at fifty cents, because bean paste adds more ingredients. It needs oil, salt, sauce, chili, and Sichuan peppercorns, plus the processing period is long and difficult to make."

Su Qingyue explained clearly to Xiang Jianming one by one, pointing to the draft paper. Xiang Jianming thought of so many people waiting for wages, and later had to buy other equipment, and now building a factory was spending money everywhere.

"Just do as you say. I don't think it will lose money."

Su Qingyue smiled. "Captain Xiang, it won't lose money. There is another thing. After we hand over half of the profit of the processing factory to the state, the rest will be split fifty-fifty."

Su Qingyue had mentioned this matter more than once. Xiang Jianming refused seriously with a straight face. "No, the idea is yours, and the soybeans are found by you. I didn't help much, I can't take so much."

"Listen to me, building a factory, making money is certain, but we must also lead the whole village to slowly become rich. Besides you, no one else in the village has this appeal."

Su Qingyue knew that although the villagers accepted her opening a factory on the surface, she heard many people's tone sour behind her back, especially some men, who were more or less unconvinced.

So she still wanted the village head to come forward for many things later, and she would give advice behind the scenes.

"Another thing is that I'm pregnant, so after the factory is stable, I will rest assured to raise the fetus."

Su Qingyue had been thinking for the past few days that her child would be born next year. A Ye's parents couldn't be counted on, her eldest brother and sister-in-law were busy earning work points, and her father was too old. By then, she could only bring the child herself, and her time and energy would definitely not be as good as now.

It's better to let Xiang Jianming be the factory director sooner, so it's good to handle things for the village on the surface.

"In the future, when I'm pregnant, you have to watch everything. Also, at the end of the year, when evaluating the advanced brigade, the processing factory will be your achievement. By then, help our village set up a primary school, which is also a good thing."

"If the village really sets up a primary school, has an Educated Youth Courtyard, and a factory, it won't be impossible to recruit teachers."

"By then, the children don't have to go to the county town to study. Although it's good to study in the county town, the journey is long after all. The children get up early and return late, and they return later than the adults finish work. Not to mention the wind and cold on the road, there are many human traffickers these days, it's too worrying."

Xiang Jianming pondered. "What you said is right. Xiaoqiang and Xiaole get up before dawn, and return home cold and hungry at night, and have to light a lamp to do homework. If our village has a school, it won't be necessary to go to the county town to study."

"Then like this, Qingyue, I can be the factory director, but I must share my ten percent profit with your eldest brother, otherwise I won't be!"

Xiang Jianming was not a greedy person at all. On the contrary, he was willing to make more contributions to Shuangshui Village.

But his contribution to opening the processing factory was obviously not as much as Su Qingyue's, and he really didn't want to take advantage of it.

Su Qingyue was worn out and had no choice, so she added Su Qingwu to the contract. "It's changed. Look, the factory director will be you in the future."

"Factory Director Xiang, let's calculate the accounts, it's time to pay everyone's wages."

Su Qingyue joked with a smile, and Xiang Jianming laughed happily. "Financial Officer Su calculates, I listen to you." ===== CHAPTER 104 =====