Early the next morning, the whole yard started to work hard. When Jiang Xiaobai got up, Liu Feng had already brought people to pick up a few baskets of yellow peaches.

There was a lively look in the small yard. Zhang Yanmei was busy wearing an apron and saw Jiang Xiaobai getting up. She walked over and greeted, "Xiaobai, there is breakfast in the kitchen. You can go and eat it quickly. We have all eaten it."

"I've finished eating. When did you get up? Why don't you call me?" Jiang Xiaobai said.

"You are exhausted when you go to the county town. Seeing that you are sleeping soundly, Xiaojun didn't ask you to call you." Zhang Yanmei said with a smile, looking at Jiang Xiaobai's eyes slightly admiring.

"Okay, I won't eat it for now. I'll see how you can make canned food." Jiang Xiaobai said as he walked towards the simple production room in the yard.

As soon as I walked into the production room, I felt a wave of heat coming. Large pieces of yellow peaches were placed in a white porcelain basin, and I could just wait for the water in the pot to boil.

"When the water boils, I will cook the canned bottle first, and then boil the yellow peaches." Zhang Yanmei said, and Jiang Xiaobai noticed that there were a pile of canned bottles in the corner next to him.

"How can you do such a mess? You allocate the personnel, who is responsible for cutting yellow peaches, who is responsible for cooking, and then the next house is responsible for cooking canned bottles and bottling. The division of labor must be clear. We don't do the big pot rice set, the more we work, the more we get."

Jiang Xiaobai frowned and said, "In fact, the canned yellow peaches are particularly simple to make. They are cut into pieces and boiled in boiling water with sugar, and then wait to be bottled. The process is particularly simple."

"There is another arrangement for someone to find a way to get some cloth. People who make canned yellow peaches must bring a headband and a mask, and don't drop their hair into the can. I know the weather is hot, so everyone understands it and must pay attention to hygiene..."

The environment for producing canned food was not good, but if you don’t pay attention to hygiene, the consequences would be unimaginable. Zhang Yanmei responded and remembered it one by one after another. After leaving the production room, Jiang Xiaobai waved his hand and called Liu Aiguo over and asked him to draw someone out of the production room. Jiang Xiaobai and the other two made another room to store cans as a warehouse.

"The box that is suitable for canned bottles is used to hold cans, and it is not wasted," Jiang Xiaobai said with a smile, and then asked Liu Aiguo to find a piece of cardboard, wrote the four words "Canned Youth" on the paper with a brush, and then cut the words with scissors to hollow out the production date.

He handed the cardboard piece to Liu Aiguo and asked him to arrange for someone to use red paint to brush the canned bottles with the can name and production date.

There is no way to put this condition, it is definitely impossible to pack stickers for cans. He is now only 7 yuan left, which is all the funds.

When Jiang Xiaobai finished his work, the first bottle of canned food had basically entered the final process. Soon the canned bottle was painted with the four words "Caned Youth" and the production date.

Jiang Xiaobai looked at the first bottle of canned food, and a smile appeared on his face, and finally took the first step. Jiang Xiaobai was thinking about the sound of the village accountant Goudan coming from outside the yard.

"Jiang Xiaobai, Secretary asked you to go to the team headquarters."

"What's the matter with the secretary?" Jiang Xiaobai asked as he left the yard and saw that there was no one at the door of the yard. Why did he run so fast? Jiang Xiaobai shook his head and walked towards the team headquarters.

Along the way, the people in the village looked at Jiang Xiaobai talking a lot, as if they were talking about yellow peaches, canned food, etc. Jiang Xiaobai didn't care, and came directly to the team headquarters.

When I opened the door, I saw Huang Zhongfu sitting on the stool smoking a dry cigarette, and the room was filled with choking smell.

"Secretary, wait until I go to the village next time to bring you some tobacco. What are you smoking? It's the same as when it's on fire." Jiang Xiaobai said while opening the ventilator.

"Xiaobai is here, sit down." Huang Zhongfu saw Jiang Xiaobai coming in, ate the dry tobacco pot on the ground, and then greeted him.

"Okay, Secretary, what are you asking for me?" Jiang Xiaobai sat down on the stool and asked.

Huang Zhongfu thought for a while and asked, "I heard that you educated youth are making canned yellow peaches?"

"Yes," Jiang Xiaobai nodded and said.

"Well," Huang Zhongfu nodded and said, "Do you need the help of the villagers? Anyway, the fields are not too busy at this time, and canned yellow peaches are not very troublesome. The women in the village can order some, and men can go up the mountain to help pick peaches."

"No, we have enough people to be busy," said Jiang Xiaobai.

"Okay, the village is sorry for you. If you need help, just say a word."

"Oh." Jiang Xiaobai responded, Huang Zhongfu turned around and opened the drawer, took out a piece of yellowed and slightly yellowed pink paper, and spread it on the table.

The origin of pink paper is no longer clear. The definition given by the Modern Chinese Dictionary is: "A white and shiny paper is relatively broad and translucent, and can be depicted on calligraphy and paintings." But it is obvious that he did not explain why it was named like this.

It was also a unique high-end paper at that time. It was not affordable for ordinary people. It required four cents per piece. Most people used yellowed straw paper.

"You have been to Jianhua Brigade for a while. I haven't introduced you to the situation at the table at Jianhua Brigade. Look, this is the map around me, which I personally drew a few years ago..."

Huang Zhongfu said and introduced Jiang Xiaobai to the situation of the surrounding villages, how many people are there in each village and what paths can you walk through.

Jiang Xiaobai sent someone out to find out the situation yesterday. Now Huang Zhongfu explains it, of course it is better. After saying that, Huang Zhongfu stuffed a volume of the map into Jiang Xiaobai's hand and said, "I can't use it anymore, you can hold it, maybe you can use it."

Jiang Xiaobai walked out of the team headquarters with a confused look on his face. He didn't understand why Huang Zhongfu did this. It would be fine if Huang Zhongfu did not interfere with their actions, but why would he still support him so much?

"Xiaobai," Jiang Xiaobai, who had already left the house, heard the sound coming from behind, and turned around and saw that the expression on Huang Zhongfu's face was a little indescribable.

"Xiaobai, I am old and still carry the life of a village. I dare not make trouble. If you really come out, I hope you don't forget the people from Jianhua Brigade."

After saying that, Huang Zhongfu waved his hand and took a hard breath of dry tobacco. The smoke he vomited blocked Huang Zhongfu's face and made people feel a little confused.

"I understand." Jiang Xiaobai nodded, and returned to the yard where the educated youth lived in a complicated mood. As soon as he entered the yard, Jiang Xiaobai became excited again.

The busy scene in the yard is completely different from the lifeless look in the village outside the yard. Rows of cans are neatly placed in the shade, waiting for the cans to be dried with paint brushes and then they can be put into boxes and placed in the warehouse.
Chapter completed!