And this kind of tofu skin skewers, when there are few people, you only need to put one or two hundred skewers of tofu skin in the pot at the same time, and when there are many people, put five or six hundred skewers, and then wait for them to be cooked. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Nothing else has to be done.

When you sell these tofu skins, you can just sprinkle chili powder or five-spice powder on top of them, which is extremely easy, and the workload is not the same as making egg scones.

Moreover, with the passing of the freshness brought by the famous food of egg scones, Yu Zheng also felt that the customers who came to buy complained about the price more and more, although the sales were still good, but Yu Zheng had a hunch that if he did not reduce the price, it would not be long before the sales of egg scones began to decline, and in the end, it would be good to maintain one-half of the previous sales.

This is also the common denominator of almost all those who sell this snack.

And even if the price is reduced, it is difficult to maintain the sales volume as much as it did at the beginning.

If you reduce the price yourself.

From three cents a serving, it was reduced to two cents and a half.

The cost has not changed, but his profit will be reduced by five points out of thin air, and if he can sell 300 copies a night, his profit on the egg scones will be reduced by at least 15 yuan.

And how much does 300 egg scones make in total? I sold three hundred and fifty copies on the first day, and I only made more than seventy yuan in total, and if the profit was less than five cents per copy, I might not even be able to earn sixty yuan that day.

I can only take eighty percent of this money and distribute it to myself, which may be less than fifty yuan.

It's just too little.

Especially when there is a comparison of the input-output of selling tofu skin skewers, selling egg scones has become a tiring and unprofitable business, which even Li Guozheng can see.

Even a few days ago, he thought it was fucking lucrative to sell egg scones.

In just a few days, his mind changed.

After thinking about it for a while, Yu Zheng decided to give up the egg scones business, and the plan to add the new product of meat buns was temporarily shelved.

Because he decided not to sell food at night.

Instead, they are going all out to sell strings with a larger proportion of investment returns.

"Yes, we can, but we can't just sell skewers of tofu skin, such a product is too simple, we have to make a little more tricks." Yu Zheng thought for a while and said to Li Guozheng.

"Something else?" Li Guozheng was a little puzzled.

Yu Zheng also thought about this just now, he nodded, and said, "Do you know that there is a dish in Sichuan cuisine called Chuanchuan incense?" ”

Regarding Yu Zheng's question, Li Guozheng naturally shook his head, he didn't even know what kind of dish Sichuan cuisine was, let alone any strings of incense, he had never heard of it.

Moreover, at this time, there was no string of incense in Sichuan cuisine, and it was a later thing for the string of incense to enter the Sichuan cuisine, because this kind of dish only began to exist in the mid-eighties, and now even in SC Chuanchuan incense is probably just appeared, I am afraid that it is in SC local, and it is far from reaching the level of popularity.

As for the development of the Sichuan-style gourmet snacks that became popular all over the country, there is still a long way to go.

But human beings have a knack for what the name suggests.

Although Li Guozheng has never heard of the name Chuanchuan incense, he can think of it even if he thinks about it, and he asks: "Is it something like ours boiled tofu skin?" ”

Yu Zheng nodded first, then shook his head again, and said: "Yes and no, the type is almost the same, they are all skewered ingredients into skewers and put in a pot to cook and eat, but there is a little difference in the method, our shabu tofu skin is too rough, and the string of incense should be a little more particular." ”

After speaking, Yu Zheng thought for a while before speaking.

"But to make a string of incense is not something you can do if you want to, to make a pot of suitable base soup, I will probably need at least three or five days, I have tried more than ten or twenty times, if it doesn't go well, a week is normal, I will prepare for this first, and then I will talk about it when I am ready."

In Yu Zheng's eyes, selling strings of incense at night is indeed a very good idea, at least much better than selling egg scones, he even regretted it a little, why didn't he think of this idea at the beginning, but he was relieved when he thought about it in an instant, even if he thought about it at the time, he didn't have so much money to do this at that time.

In terms of the initial input cost, these two are not at the same level.

Tomorrow is Children's Day.

It is also the day when his sister participates in the county's youth singing competition, the location is the auditorium of the county guest house, Yu Zheng did not stay up late at night, and after the end of the stall with Li Guozheng, he went home and slept directly, you know, he will personally go to play guitar accompaniment to his sister tomorrow, he has to get up early, and the spirit is also very important, he also wants to meet Song Lao, he doesn't want to be listless at that time.

At noon yesterday, he answered a phone call from Song Wanqing at home, and it was normal for Yu Weiguo, as the head of the first factory, to install a phone at home. After knowing that Yu Zheng had a phone at home, Song Wanqing would call him at noon these days.

A chat is a conversation for more than half an hour.

In that phone call at noon yesterday, his little girlfriend told herself that her grandfather would be a judge tomorrow. And her grandfather is also very interested in Yu Zheng, and has promised that after the competition, he will take time to meet Yu Zheng.

She said that her grandfather himself really wanted to see what a high school student who could write such an excellent book as "The Criminal Officer of the Great Song Dynasty" looked like.

A dreamless night.

Early the next morning, Qin Xiulian originally planned to send Yu Yao to the competition, but at Yu Zheng's insistence, this task was handed over to him, although Chang Yiyi's bicycle Yu Zheng had already returned it, but no one had a bicycle at home.

Yu Weiguo has a girder bicycle.

He doesn't usually ride, anyway, the winery is a few steps away from the family yard, and there is no need to ride a bicycle, so the car has always been at home.

When he walked to the door of the winery, Yu Zheng was stopped by the uncle in the communication room.

"Yu Zheng, there are many letters you want!"

Yu Zheng had submitted those eleven articles before, all under different pen names, and he was afraid that the uncle in the communication room would not know who it was, so he would return it or give it to the wrong person.

Therefore, he explained to the uncle in the communication room in advance that if there were letters with these eleven unfamiliar names, it would be his own.

Listening to the uncle in the communication room, Yu Zheng was also a little happy, counting the time, the replies from those magazines and newspapers were almost this time.

Parking the car to the side and asking his sister to wait for him, Yu Zheng hurried to the communication room.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw a large stack of envelopes on the table, and the addresses on them were all sent from magazines or newspapers such as "New Sports" and "Reader's Digest".

And the name on the envelope.

It's also the fake names I left at that time.

This also made Yu Zheng's face can't help but show a hint of joy, he knows that since the reply letter came, the remittance slip for the manuscript fee should be almost in the envelope.

The uncle in the communication room glanced at Yu Zheng and asked a little strangely: "I said Xiao Zheng, you send letters to these magazines, why do you still use different names, and you don't have a name of your own, so it's too inconvenient!" If you hadn't told me, I might have returned these letters......"

"Huh."

Yu Zheng can only laugh dryly and stop talking about questions like the uncle in the communication room, he can't say that I copied some articles with different styles, and these articles belong to the category of poisonous chicken soup, this will be black history in the future, how can I use my own name.

And he used his own name.

If someone finds out that it is their own, there are so many nonsense things in it, which are not written by their own experience at all, for example, what kind of article such as 'Harvard University Library Instructions' directly becomes a lie that can be broken with a poke, so how embarrassing and troublesome is it?

"It's nothing, I just think it's fun to take a pen name, so I took one more one, and changed a pen name for a manuscript." Yu Zheng casually said a perfunctory sentence without thinking.

Fortunately, the uncle in the communication room asked casually, compared to these unfamiliar names, he was obviously more interested in whether Yu Zheng's submission had any results: "Xiao Zheng, take it apart and take a look, there are a few articles that can be published in the magazine!" ”