Chapter Seventy-One: Tasting
In this way, both parties have to bear less risk, one is that they do not have to deal with the problem of capital turnover, and they do not have to bear the problem of inventory. The second is that ordinary people can buy cheap moon cakes, and their own risks and costs are reduced, so naturally, the price of moon cakes is also low. It's a win-win situation, and Tyunin thinks it's feasible. Besides, the villagers, you don't have to worry about running away after receiving the deposit, Qiu Ning decided that this way is very good, which can alleviate your own financial problems. However, the specific implementation still needs to be considered in the long run, but time waits for no one, Qiu Ning has already decided, and when the oven comes back, he will immediately try to bake a stove, and then take it to the village, so that everyone can try it together.
Qiu Ning confidently returned to Wangjia Village with a large burden on her back, and Sister Wang was coaxing Ding'er to play in the yard. Bao'er will leave now, running around all day long, falling down at every turn, Sister Wang is distressed. There was no way but to run by himself, for fear that Bao'er would be injured again.
Qiu Ning couldn't help laughing when she saw Sister Wang running around the yard with Bao'er, and then took out the rock sugar gourd she had just bought, "Bao'er, look at what my aunt bought for you." ”
Bao'er turned around at this time, and when she saw the red and bright rock sugar gourd, she immediately blossomed, and smiled and showed her four front teeth. "Yes, yes, eat!" After finishing speaking, he rushed to Qiu Ning, Qiu Ning kissed Bao'er's white and tender little face, and then handed the sugar gourd to Bao'er, and Bao'er took it and stuffed it into her mouth. Not to mention how fragrant it is, little dolls love to eat rock sugar gourds.
Sister Wang saw Bao'er eating happily, and stepped forward to be disgusted: "Bao'er, aunt gave you something delicious, why don't you say thank you?" ”
Qiu Ning smiled slightly, looking at Bao'er who was eating happily, "Sister Wang Bao'er is busy here?" Let's wait until Bao'er finishes eating! ”
Sister Wang made her greedy son cry and laugh, no matter what she said, Bao'er might not listen to it. Smiled helplessly, Sister Wang asked about the matter: "Qiu Ning." Is the oven good? ”
"I'm optimistic, but I still need to change it, and I've already paid the deposit. Tomorrow, I will go into the city with Brother Wang to bring back the oven, and then I can make moon cakes. Qiu Ning was also very happy to mention this, and it was indeed a thing to be happy about to be able to slowly get closer and closer to his dream.
"That's good, if this matter can be booked, let's go up ten miles and eight towns to shout, but anyone who wants to be cheap will come to us to take a look." Looking at this, I will naturally be tempted to buy it, as long as we do it well this time, we can cover it all for the next New Year's snack or something. Sister Wang counted the accounts excitedly, and the more she thought about it, the happier she became, if she could win all the business in these ten miles and eight towns, she would be able to do it in the city slowly.
Qiu Ning was also happy, "No, of course, at the moment we are just OEM, but when the business goes well and the income can be guaranteed, I will quit my errand with Lao Xiucai." Then go into the city and rent a small shop and continue to make dim sum in the city. ”
Sister Wang felt that Qiu Ning was not easy, a little girl's family, with so many ideas, willing to endure hardships, and not afraid of tiredness. I worked for a day in Lao Xiucai's mansion every day, and when I came back at night, no matter how much I lived, how little I earned, as long as I had a job, I would definitely drive out the dim sum overnight. I have never made people wait for a long time, and I have never received a penny more.
"Qiu Ning, don't be too anxious, let's take our time, don't get tired of yourself. Sister Wang doesn't want you to make yourself tired to death in order to earn money. ”
Qiu Ning knew that Sister Wang felt sorry for herself, and she was also grateful to Sister Wang for her care and care all the time. Any thoughts that Sister Wang and Brother Wang have about themselves are unconditional support and help, and Qiu Ning feels that every good thing she has encountered since she crossed over to Wangjia Village is brought to her by Sister Wang's family. "Sister Wang, I know you feel sorry for me, but I really want to do things well, and I really want to repay you in the future."
Sister Wang looked at Qiu Ning, looking at this little girl who used to be thin, and slowly grew more and more fresh, "Qiu Ning, Sister Wang only hopes that you will be well, as for what to reciprocate, Sister Wang feels that it is too strict, and it is too raw." We are now a family, and talking about repayment is not what it is. Since you came to our house, you have always been good to Bao'er, to my mother, and to my sister. If you don't eat yourself, you'll have leftover delicious food for Bao'er, I know you're a good girl. You just have to do what you want to do, what about the others? ”
Finally, according to Qiu Ning's plan, the oven was transported back to the village, and the people in the village were all farming in the countryside, and few had ever seen this oven. Later, I heard Wang Dali's family say that it was used to bake moon cakes, and the villagers were even more interested. It's the Mid-Autumn Festival in a blink of an eye, how much do families buy for this mooncake, and how much money do they have to spend? None of them are rich, and who doesn't know what the price of mooncakes in the city is. But what? Where are these mooncakes bought and eaten, not to make face. Countrymen are like this, no matter how poor they are, they will not be poor in etiquette, and no matter how bitter they are, they will not be bitter.
The small money saved by each family in less than half a year was all put on the gifts of the Mid-Autumn Festival and the New Year's Festival. In the Mid-Autumn Festival, you have to send moon cakes and dim sum, and during the New Year, you have to send dim sum to make a face. Many people in the village already knew that this Qiuning girl could make something, and she also opened a small shop of OEM dim sum, which was in Wang Dali's house. The people in the village are not rich people, and generally no one will buy dim sum, but when they give gifts during the New Year, they will buy it when they are poor. If you can buy something cheap from the girl of Tyuning, then who is not happy, who is not happy?
Qiu Ning put the oven in the kitchen, and the yard was full of villagers watching the excitement, Qiu Ning had already thought about it, and now he will immediately make a furnace of moon cakes. Let everyone have a good taste, so that you can thank everyone for coming to the party, and second, you can promote your own dim sum workshop, which is a good thing.
So Qiu Ning and Sister Wang put the table in the courtyard, in front of everyone's noodles and noodles, making fillings, and the countrymen heard that Qiu Ning wanted to invite everyone to taste the moon cakes she made, and they were already hungry, you must know that everyone is a person who rarely eats dim sum a few times a year, not to mention this luxurious moon cake? The courtyard of Wang Dali's house is full of big girls, little daughters-in-law and old ladies in the village, and everyone is sitting and waiting to taste the moon cakes.
Sister Wang and Granny Wang helped Qiu Ning to wait until a moon cake was put into the mold and poured out, and then Qiu Ning brushed the cleaned baking tray with oil, and then put the moon cakes on the baking sheet. After the fire is snacked, I keep adding firewood to the oven. Qiuning tried to burn the fire as much as possible, because baking mooncakes requires that the temperature in the oven must be high, but not too high. Now that he was trying his hand for the first time, Qiu Ning could only use his own experience to add firewood as much as possible to make the fire prosperous.