"Well, it's delicious, it's so delicious." The thin monkey shouted with the bowl.

Qin Da didn't say anything, but the action of eating a lot can better illustrate the power of vermicelli.

Simple vermicelli mixed with soy sauce, it makes you feel full after a few bites of food, and the taste is really domineering. Even Fang Dajun was a little surprised. This was actually better than all the vermicelli he had eaten before traveling through time.

If it weren't for the low standards of taste buds now, it would mean that the quality of the vermicelli is too good. If you think about it carefully, you should also think about it. The sweet potatoes grown now are all old varieties, long and small in yield, and the leaves of sweet potatoes are also very small. They are called "fine leaf potato!"

In addition, no fertilizers such as urea are used, and they grow purely naturally. There are also clear ancient well water and yam bonus points, or there are reasons for pure hand-made.

No matter what the reason, the more delicious the vermicelli is, the more powerful it is for him. Kill half a bowl of it and began to conclude: "I will take Yang Chuntao in the afternoon. Don't gossip it out first, wait until I have accurate news. In addition, Skinny Monkey, you work harder at night. If you find that the Liu family sells coal privately, come and notify me quickly. Let's follow us together, catch the Liu family's handle, and figure out how they sell coal.

Qin Da, remember to find time to contact the mute and the other three and let them come to me to discuss things.”

"It's so bad!" "Don't worry, Dajun!" The two of them responded in one go.

Following Fang Dajun, they didn't say much. The three of them happily ate it. Even if they have a big appetite, they can't eat much. It's a very hungry food. Dried vegetarian can be stored for at least half a year, and it's not a problem to keep it for a year. When you want to eat it, soak it in hot water and cook it in a pot for a few minutes. Moreover, this thing is particularly lethal to women and children.

After the meal, he gave Qin Da and Shouhou half a pound of vermicelli and asked the two to take them back and cook them with cabbage for their families to taste them. This made the two run back happily.

After looking at the sun in the sky, it was almost noon, but he couldn't cook. The man was far away from the kitchen, and almost no big men in this place could cook alone. Before traveling through time, his cooking skills were OK, but now he could not show his cooking skills even when facing a simple and handmade kitchen.

In desperation, I had to go to the recliner to make up for a restroom. When I woke up, the air was filled with the fragrance of corn porridge. When I went into the kitchen, I saw that my mother was back.

"Mom, you're back so soon, why don't you stroll around the town more!" Fang asked.

"Haha, what are you shopping? Mom is not here. Let's see what you two can eat at noon." Fang's mother said with a smile.

This is really true. My second sister is now studying, and my sister is still young, so my mother can cook at home.

"Mom, you're the best. By the way, I've made the vermicelli. Let's cook a little at noon." Fang Dajun then briefly explained the matter, and then took a basin to get half a pound of vermicelli into the kitchen.

Fang's mother said in surprise: "Son, you really made it. You are so capable. There is still some oil residue left in the lime jar. Go and scoop out half a bowl and cook the vermicelli at noon."

"Good!" Fang Dajun said and entered his parents' room. There was a large jar in the corner, which looked like a "sweet" jar. Two-thirds of it was lime. It was used to put some things on the lime that were afraid of dampness and mold, such as crop seeds, rock sugar, pumpkin seeds, etc.

The oil residue my mother talks about is the dry residue left after boiling lard during the Chinese New Year. It will swell when it is cooked in a pot. Children like to eat it the most because it contains oil and water.

I scooped half a bowl out of the bag, and the remaining one was only about one bowl. The conditions were so hard.

When it was lunch, my father ate vermicelli and his voice was choked, "Our son of Fang Donghua is capable!"

Fang Wenjun laughed and said, "Old man, you are here again. I am your seed. No matter how capable you have, it will not be inherited from you."

"Yes, our old Fang family men are all good to grow!" Fang Donghua cares about the issue of "planting".

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In the afternoon, Fang Dajun walked on the road with five kilograms of vermicelli wrapped in a piece of linen cloth. Although he had only been dry for a few hours, at least he would not emit water.

He rushed to the commune and enjoyed the feeling of being a celebrity on the way. The villagers he met greeted him one after another, all praised him for his clever mind and that he could think of a mobile threshing machine.

Fang Dajun was naturally humble, and it was not yet time to be arrogant.

When they arrived at the commune, they found Yang Chuntao. The commune cadres basically went to the land during the day. Nowadays, the cadres are really simple and cherish their feathers, and dare not lose their reputation of being lazy. For example, Liu Chunshan also works with the villagers in the field every day.

"Tu Tu!" He gently buckled the office door that was covered with a faint cover. Yang Chuntao was listening to the radio inside. This was a rare item, but the commune equipped him with one. Yang Chuntao was for personal use. But the more this happens, the more beneficial it will be to him.

"It's the army here. Come in quickly. Are you feeling better?" Yang Chuntao was very enthusiastic.

Fang Dajun walked in with a smile, putting the linen on the table without any trace, but how could he not be interested in holding such a large thing?

But Yang Chuntao didn't ask, which made him look up to the woman a little bit high and continued, "It's already much better. Is Secretary Wang here? I'll tell him the drawing."

"Hongwen is going to the county to report the threshing machine today, and he probably is coming back soon. Why don't you wait a while and chat with your aunt?" Yang Chuntao smiled.

When Fang Dajun heard this, he knew that he should have a better impression in the woman's heart at this time, so he immediately spoke, "Okay, I'm just about to ask my aunt for something."

"What's the matter with my aunt? Don't worry about the rewards, my aunt can't treat you badly." Yang Chuntao promised that although she liked to take advantage, she loved her men very much. The threshing machine made the men profit, so she naturally did not dare to treat Fang Dajun unfairly.

"I can't believe you, Auntie. I'm talking about another thing, that is, another drawing." Fang Dajun expressed his attitude and explained, "I designed a vermicelli processing farm that can make sweet potatoes sell rice at the price."

"Oh, let's talk about it, how can you sell sweet potatoes to the price of rice?" Yang Chuntao became interested and turned off the radio. She was obviously serious. She was very sensitive to money. Although she had never read a book, she was a good at calculating accounts.

Fang Dajun immediately reiterated the words of fooling his second sister. And at this time, because of the experimental data, the credibility of saying it is even higher. Before he traveled through time, he was engaged in production and was very serious about the data. For example, the leader above asked you how much the output is today. You cannot answer dozens, more than one hundred, or hundreds. These vague data must be answered very accurately, such as 92 and 110, and must be accurate to single digits, so that you can show your control over the production line. Even if you answer wrong, it doesn't matter, because the leader basically doesn't understand the production line, but you can't be wrong too outrageously, otherwise it will be a tragedy.

"Auntie, look, a pound of sweet potatoes can produce at least two taels of vermicelli. You can buy 50 cents per pound in the town. Ten pounds of sweet potatoes are equivalent to one dollar, which is equivalent to a pound of sweet potatoes. You can sell more when put outside. Auntie, how do you sell vermicelli in your big city?" He took the word "big city" very seriously.

Yang Chuntao immediately replied: "The big cities outside are not as expensive as communes. Things are too expensive. Take the aunt's clothes for example, so it costs 18 yuan. The aunt is not very clear about the price of vermicelli. It is estimated that a pound will be at least five cents more expensive." This is the truth, but the price of clothes is inflated.

Fang Dajun immediately said in surprise: "Oh, it's eighteen yuan clothes. If you sell vermicelli, you will have to sell 36 kilograms of sweet potatoes. Last year, my family divided more than 600 kilograms of sweet potatoes. Even if you make them all, you can't buy four such good clothes."

"Four pieces?" Yang Chuntao's eyes lit up immediately, "So, if you make vermicelli, you can get 60 or 70 yuan per household."

Fang Dajun nodded and said, "No, and the climate this year is good. Each household can get at least 800 kilograms of sweet potatoes. Take our Xinqiao Brigade for example. For seventy-two households, there are nearly 60,000 kilograms of sweet potatoes in total. If all of them are made into vermicelli, they can be sold for 6,000 yuan. If all seven production brigades process vermicelli, it will be more than 40,000 yuan.

As you said, the price outside can be 5 cents more expensive, which is 10%, which can cost more than 4,000 yuan. Don’t worry about the large amount of vermicelli, because vermicelli can be stored for at least half a year and can be sold slowly. And by the Chinese New Year, the price of vermicelli can rise a little, which will be a profit of more than 1,000 yuan!”

He boasted here by the enlarged numbers, and in tens of thousands, he was shocking today, and even he was moved by himself.

Yang Chuntao's eyes were shining, a bit like the symbol of "$$". Because her man Wang Hongwen was a college student, his salary was 36 yuan just after graduation, and 45 yuan after becoming a regular. Then, for a special period of fifteen years, his salary did not change. The salary of workers and unit employees at the county level and above was generally only 18 yuan, and he could reach 36 yuan until his full teacher was over. Because he had never paid, there was a saying among the people that "Long live 36 yuan".

It was only in the 1980s that the country transferred some wages, but Wang Hongwen, as the secretary of the commune branch and the number one in Jiaoshan Commune, currently only had a salary of 54.5 yuan. When Yang Chuntao heard that vermicelli was so profitable, he couldn't help but think about it. If she could find a way to sell vermicelli outside, the extra price would be more than 4,000 yuan. This was the eight-year salary of her man. Thinking of this, even her fingers were a little trembling. She liked to take advantage of small gains, but she had never taken advantage of such exaggerated big gains.
Chapter completed!