Before, there were five blessings, and even Xiayue, Mulan and the other three made hundreds of kilograms of pastries in one afternoon, but after getting the packaging, the three of them made them for the whole afternoon, and Tian Xiaorong and Su Ying helped, and only made fifty kilograms of pastries out, which was much slower.

The main thing is that after the preparation is done, you need to cut it piece by piece, then dry it, and finally wrap it in oil paper.

Moreover, the method of wrapping is also particular. Finally, it must be sealed with paste, otherwise it will disperse.

In fact, the best packaging is to use plastic paper and seal it up, but at this time, in the countryside, there is not such advanced stuff, so oil paper is used.

After everything is done, fifty kilograms of pastries are just a basket of things.

But it looks much better.

After wrapping all the pastries, Mulan asked Wufu, "Will this happen if you don't want to?"

Wufu shook his head, "You can sell these in the town tomorrow, but if you hand them over to Song Ze, you will have to add another layer outside."

"Do you have to pack two layers?" In fact, Mulan and the others think this is quite troublesome. After all, they have to sell it and eat it.

More importantly, there is oil paper, so there is originally less food per pound, and because of packaging, the price will be more expensive. I don’t know if people can accept it.

Wu Fu explained to her, "Have you forgotten? Song Ze said that you must have a clear brand. We haven't figured out the name of the brand yet. We have to put our brand on it."

"Yes, yes, we have to think of the name first." Mulan and the others remembered what Song Ze said before, and Mulan frowned, "What's the name good?"

"Double Happy Card." Lian Xiayue thought about it several times, "Permanent Card, delicious card."

But these are brands like bicycles, sewing machines, and they are old brands, so where can they occupy them?

Besides, just the names of these brands, Wufu also disliked it a little bit naughty.

She shook her head, "The problem is that people have thought about these names. You can't choose the same name, otherwise it will be very troublesome in the future."

Everyone still doesn’t know about patents or something, and they never thought how far a name has to have on a brand. They are just randomly selected and according to other people’s names.

But she knew that she had thought a lot, but she was rejected by herself until the evening when Mo Jin came back.

After Moji finished his meal, he saw that Wufu had not come out of the house. He knocked on the door and saw Wufu holding his cheek in front of the table, looking distressed.

Recently, Liu Hongyu and the others were not at home. The old lady saw that Wufu often had to work or discussed some things with Mo Jin, so she asked Liuxi and Qibao to live there, and Wufu lived here alone.

Mo Jin walked in, supported her hands on both sides of her arms, and leaned her head to look at her desk, "What's wrong, what are you thinking?"

Wufu looked up at Mo Jin, still a little distressed, "I was thinking about what the name of our pastry should be, and what to write on the wrapping paper. I thought about it for a day, but I couldn't figure it out."

Mo Jin heard that it was just such a simple thing. He reached out and knocked Wufu's head, looked down at her, "Just like you, you're a little brain, and you may not be able to think of it for ten days. Leave it to me."

Mo Jin said, reaching out to pick Wufu up and letting her sit on the bed beside the table. He sat on the chair and reached out to grab the paper and pen in Wufu's hand.

"Leave it to you?" Wufu never thought that this matter would make Mo Jin think, after all, he was so busy all day long.
Chapter completed!