Chapter 170 Refusing to make small fuss

Author: Winter Moon

Chapter 170 Refusing to make small fuss

Zhang Xiaohuai was so angry that he told him about this. His grandfather was sitting in the yard with a weaving basket, and said that he could not catch the fish, and said that he shouldn't go down the river.

It’s one thing to catch fish or not, but it’s a big deal to dare to go into the river?

Zhang Xiaohuai's father fucked the bamboo film and chased him all over the yard, and the crying sounded louder and could be heard far away.

The two sisters also told this when they returned home. Po Li frowned, "Has Zhang Xiaohuai been in the water?"

Bai Guoer washed her hands aside, "I called her down one foot."

After thinking about it, Po Li didn't continue to say anything. She just harshly reminded the people at home not to catch fish such fish when they saw this, and they were not allowed to go into the water.

After dinner in the evening, the family sat together and talked about recent events, while Bai Changfu raised the big question of boiling candy.

"I also asked Zhang Laoqi, the village's singular pot that Fu'er mentioned, and said that it would be fine to make a stove like this, but who will take care of it?"

"After five pots, at least four or five people need to be rotated. And once the fire is opened, it cannot be turned off. How about it?"

Everyone thought of this at this time. Large batches of sugar can’t be the same as boiling sugar water at home. “If you hire someone, this thing is not difficult, and you can easily learn it.”

Bai Changan sighed, "What else can we do? Just five acres of sugarcane. It takes twelve hours a day to boil it. How many days can it be boiled? How many kilograms of sugarcane will produce for a hundred kilograms of sugarcane?

It's still a small fight."

Bai Changqing gritted his teeth, "I'll let it go and let the people in the village plant sugarcane, and then I'll sell it to us, two cents per kilogram. Although I can't buy sugarcane seeds now, every household is buried.

There should be some things in the hook, and you can always plant some of them. At this afternoon, as long as you serve them carefully, it will be time."

Speaking of how much money to buy sugarcane from villagers, Bai Changqing said again, "Everyone took it to the city to sell it for two cents per catty, or we would still charge two cents or half a day.

?”

Two pounds per pound, ten pounds are twenty pounds, and one hundred pounds and two hundred pounds. Bai Changqing estimated it in his mind, and then turned his head and asked Bai Fu'er, "Fu'er, how many pounds of sugar cane produce one pound of candy?"

"About twenty kilograms, more than twenty kilograms."

The sugarcane here is not as thick and higher than the sugarcane that was used to be, and the sugar yield rate is higher. Bai Fuer was a little frowning. "A problem I overlooked before, maybe I can only boil sugar once a year in winter, but not in summer.

The law solidifies.”

She forgot that there was no air-conditioning room here, so how could I make a bunch of syrup on a hot day?

"You can only consider making brown sugar syrup in summer, which can also be preserved, and can also be made into brown sugar cold cakes."

She had only thought about this problem, and her family members didn't expect it. After thinking about it, Bailihui nodded, "Go and invite the village chief, I'll tell him, and other villages will also tell you, we'll all come here

Once you step, don’t make a small fuss.”

Bai Nanxing was about to run outside. As soon as the door was opened, the village chief was just at the door. The two of them were shocked, "Grandpa Wang, why are you here?"

"Ah, let's discuss something with your grandpa."

It turned out that Village Chief Wang, who had been thinking about it for a while, was going to take the whole village to plant mulberry trees in the beginning of spring. What is the tiring family in the village? As long as they can earn money and eat enough, being tired is also a blessing.

He also wanted to move the river beach.

After sitting down, I talked a few words, and the village chief could not hold it in the first place, "Bao, I will sell you another hundred acres of land on the river beach. You see, I can take the whole village with you.

Can you do it together?"

Baili Hui felt proud, and was embarrassed on his face. He thought about it for a while. Seeing this, the village chief spoke again, "Although the river beach looks big, it will be flooded half of it as soon as the water rises.

The only thing that can be used is seven or eight hundred acres, and too many are really not good.”

Bailihui guessed that there was still room and spoke, "My family is indeed useful to grow sugarcane. If you plant it well, you can make money. I am also planning to bring the whole village to make this money. To put it bluntly, my Baijia is in the village.

The surname Gu is not a big family, and it is not as good as the Zhang family."

"Two hundred acres, you buy more. I will give it to you according to the price of the wasteland. How about one or two acres?"

"Bao, although we are not a big family, we are also people in the same village, aren't you? Just suffer some losses and just treat it as accumulating merits."

After all the words came, Bailihui nodded, "I want the two hundred acres next to the five acres of land."

The village chief breathed a sigh of relief, "Then tell me what are you doing to grow sugarcane?"

Baili Hui no longer concealed it and was about to do brown sugar. As soon as he said that the village chief was shocked, and almost fell down. He asked tremblingly, "Red Brown Sugar?"

Can the hundreds of families make brown sugar?

Baili Hui sighed and began his current story-making ability. In short, it was just to get this brown sugar house so difficult.

"We have spent a lot of money to get the recipe for brown sugar. It can be said that half of our net worth has been increased, so we are careful not to make up our money."

"It is impossible to tell the prescription to the villagers, but we are willing to spend money to collect sugarcane from the village. Since they are all from the same village, I will pay one and a half to two cents per pound of sugarcane. This depends on everyone's sugarcane.

Good or bad will determine.”

"I don't care about it. A hundred pounds of sugar cane can't produce a few pounds of sugar."

While he was not dizzy and his mind was still awake, the village chief said, "The brown sugar in the village is only 2 taels of silver per kilogram, so can't you pay more for sugarcane?"

Bai Changqing said, "Uncle, the second liang is still the selling price of others, and I only have this one. I wanted to sell as much as I wanted to sell."

"But we have more brown sugar, do we have to sell it at one pound per pound? Can we sell it for two taels?"

"Don't say we can't, the shop selling brown sugar in the city can't sell two taels. It's great if you can ship a large amount of money, but you think we have to sell so much brown sugar.

How much manpower and material resources are spent? They are all capital."

"When the villagers ask, I will ask Uncle Wang to explain."

The village chief now understood, and Bailichang, who had not spoken at the side after he left, stopped doing it. He grabbed Bailihui's hand and started making trouble, "Brother, you are my biological brother, so big

How could you hide it from me?"

"You haven't brought me to make money, you. You have changed."

Bailichang was sad, and felt that his brother had a secret to him, and his eyes were red, "I knew you blame me."

"I knew I was still washed away by the flood, so what would I do when I came back?"

Come again, come again!!!

The two brothers Bai Changsheng looked at this scene and were very familiar with each other. Their father's specialty was crying and making trouble. Every time they used this trick, even their mother had to stop.

Will the uncle succumb to their father?
Chapter completed!