After listening to Song Cai's words, the shopkeepers realized that no matter how good their confidentiality work was, they would not be able to keep it airtight if they were really being targeted by someone.
Thinking of this, these people were in a state of confusion, and their strong sense of crisis made them anxious and their heads became enlarged.
Zhou Taohua and others, who were good friends with the Song family, also became uneasy.
Song Baotian, who had only enjoyed the benefits for less than two years, found out that the secret recipe for willing bean products was cracked by an outsider and his business was taken away. He couldn't wait to ask Song Cai: "Is there any way to prevent their shop from opening? Can you sue?"
Are they stealing secrets?"
It was a good idea, and the shopkeepers looked at Song Cai eagerly, hoping that he would come up with a good idea.
Song Cai's face turned solemn: "They figured out the secret recipe themselves, so it can't be considered stealing. Besides, even if they are stealing secrets, do you have evidence to prove it? As for preventing their shop from opening, unless they use unfair means, I advise you.
Don’t do it!”
Unfair means, even if you think about it, it's very dirty.
It can be gentle, such as throwing mice into soy products, or harsh, adding drugs directly to kill people...
No matter what it is, you are stepping on the bottom line of the law. Even if you are not guilty, if someone finds out and reports it to the official, you will definitely not get good results.
When the time comes, let alone continuing to do business, there is no question as to whether we can come out of prison alive and well.
After hearing Song Cai's warning, the shopkeepers who were originally in a state of mind immediately put their thoughts aside. You looked at me and I looked at you, and they all saw helplessness in each other's eyes.
At this time, Song Xixi said: "Things are not as bad as you think. Not to mention anything else, you are the first people to start the soy products business. As long as you can win over old customers steadily, you will have a new shop in the future."
If you open it, you can still make money."
The profit may not be as much as it has been in the past two years, but it is still better than digging in the fields. Moreover, Qingqing is still researching new soy products, which is the greatest confidence in stabilizing the business and the source of customers.
Song Cai nodded repeatedly: "Yes, integrity is very important in running a business. You cannot sell sour and bad soy products to customers. Otherwise, if there is a rival in the future, your own shop will collapse first without the opponent using tricks."
Most of the shopkeepers are convinced that they have done a good job over the past year and are loved by customers, and their tense expressions gradually relax.
There are also a few shopkeepers who feel guilty. In summer, soybean products are easy to spoil. They don’t want to waste less, so they pass them off as inferior or force-sell them, which makes customers very unhappy. It seems that they can’t do this again in the future.
After appeasing the good people and sending these shopkeepers away, Song Cai, who was completely dry with saliva, drank a large bowl of water: "I'm really afraid that they will lose business in the future and come back to trouble us again."
Song Yin patted his younger brother on the shoulder: "What are you afraid of? It's not us who ruined their business."
But Zhang Xiaomei said happily: "Fortunately, we sold the prescription last year, otherwise we would have to watch others sell it at a high price soon, and we would be very angry!"
The others nodded repeatedly and praised Song Xixi and Song Qingqing again: "You two came up with this idea in the first place. I didn't expect you to be right."
Song Qingqing shook her head: "It's all thanks to my little sister. If she hadn't reminded me, I wouldn't have thought of this step, let alone someone cracking the tofu recipe so quickly."
Huang Qiuyun sighed: "In the future, as more and more people make tofu, our franchise store business will be greatly affected. By then, the 40% profit our family will receive will not be much."
Song Xixi said calmly: "I have made so much money by relying on soybean product recipes. I have already made all the money from this business in advance. There is nothing to regret."
After everyone thought about it carefully, it was indeed true.
Otherwise, if you rely on your own ability and work hard to open franchise stores, you may not be able to open a few prefectures, and soy products shops will be opened everywhere. How can you easily earn one hundred thousand taels of silver?
With this thought, everyone will no longer feel distressed and will receive less and less share.
Song Wufu felt a little pity for the franchise store owners, but when he thought about the fact that they had made a lot of money in the past year or so, as long as they ran the shop well in the future, it would not be a problem to make twenty or thirty taels a year, and he felt that this was not bad.
The first day of the first lunar month is a day for members of the same clan to pay New Year greetings to each other. On this day, the Song family held a grand ceremony to invite their ancestors' tablets into the ancestral hall.
In the spring of this year, the ancestral hall was built. The Song family contributed most of the money. In order to get the land behind the house, Song Xixi also paid for the bluestone paving.
Therefore, the Song family ancestral hall was built in a particularly grand style. It is a square and square five-room tile-roofed house, which is the first of its kind in several nearby villages.
Looking at the clean, tidy and spacious ancestral hall, under the auspices of the old village chief, the villagers who completed the ceremony were all happy.
Some people felt that it was empty, and pointed to the vacant rooms on both sides and said: "The ancestral hall cannot be inhabited, and the memorial tablets cannot be filled. Isn't it too wasteful to leave it empty?"
The old village chief heard this and explained with a smile: "The spare house can be used as a refuge. If someone's house is damaged and no one can live in it in the future, the ancestors will not blame them if they live in the ancestral hall temporarily."
This evacuation place was proposed by Daliwa from the Wufu family. He said that he had read Huai'an's official records. There was an earthquake in this area a hundred years ago, and many people died when houses collapsed. Building a stable ancestral hall as an evacuation site is a precautionary measure.
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The villagers knew the purpose of the shelter and unexpectedly thought it was a good idea: "Indeed, the ancestral hall is made of good materials. In case of an earthquake, the whole village can be accommodated here. The girl from Xi has indeed read a book
A good person thinks long-term.”
Song Xixi didn't know that she was being praised. She was in the solemn ancestral hall and felt surprisingly calm. She pointed to an empty room in Xiangyang and said to Song Wufu: "Grandpa, how about setting up a girls' school here?"
Song Wufu was surprised: "Good boy, do you want to set up a girls' school?"
Song Xixi nodded: "All the schools in the town and Fucheng only accept boys. It is too difficult for girls to learn and read. If a girls' school can be set up here to let the girls in the village who want to learn to read, I think our ancestors will be happy to know it.
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Song Wufu saw that his granddaughter had made up her mind and even nine cows could not pull her back. He thought for a moment and then said: "Grandpa, try your best."
Most families in the village will not treat girls badly, but it is a fact that they value boys more.
Now there is no formal school for boys in the village, but a girls' school must be set up in the ancestral hall. Even if he becomes the village chief after today, he cannot support his granddaughter regardless of the opinions of other villagers.
Song Xixi thought that the old man would dissuade or even directly object, but she didn't expect that he would agree without asking. She couldn't help but hold the old man's arm and act coquettishly at him: "Thank you, grandpa!"
Song Wufu stared at his little granddaughter and was stunned for a long time.
After coming back to his senses, he dragged Song Xixi and rushed excitedly to Zhang Xiaomei, showing off his granddaughter's hand on his arm to his wife: Look, my dear boy really likes his grandfather more!