"Dad, Mom, how about you try this that my sister and I did? It's not delicious. One night, when I was having dinner, Zhang Lan took out the canned fruit that she and Xiao Chenxi had made two days ago as if she were offering treasures, and put them on the table to show off the great achievements she had achieved.

The old man and Yang Zhi stared at several things in the bottle, some of which were red, as if they were hawthorn; That bottle, which should be oranges in it? Another bottle, should it be pineapple? After carefully looking at each bottle very cooperatively, the two glanced at each other, "Son, what are you doing with these things in the water when you are idle?" Are you bored? ”

Zhang Lan was so thundered by her parents that she couldn't help but fall to the ground. These days, although canned food is relatively scarce now, it is not so rare that it has never been seen, right?! Can food is considered to be soaked in water? Idle and bored? Who's bored to do this?

I couldn't stand the blow of my own parents who were alive treasures, and Zhang Lan moaned weakly: "Respected father, mother, don't you see that this is canned food with your torch-like eyes?" ”

"Is this a can? What did you do? Yang Zhi's suspicious gaze scrutinized Zhang Lan's little face back and forth, his eyes full of doubt, "Can you eat what you made?" ”

Zhang Lan is actually quite good at cooking, although she is not a chef, but she has been practicing cooking since she was 6 years old in her last life, and her 20 years of uninterrupted training will not be worse than her level. After all, the poor are in charge early! Children in the countryside are very young and begin to help the family cook, not as pampered as urban children, married and unable to cook, there is no strangeness, and there are many people who do not help the oil bottle when it is poured. But now since the existence of Xiao Chenxi, a monster whose cooking level is not inferior to that of a top chef, with such an obvious contrast, Zhang Lan's cooking level immediately dropped to the realm of not being able to enter, and was unanimously despised by the whole family, and finally ordered by the great Comrade Yang Zhi that Zhang Lan had to be allowed to resolutely not enter the kitchen for half a step!

"This is what I did with my sister." Zhang Lan explained weakly, and she really didn't have a way to deal with this pair of life-like parents. Xiao Chenxi nodded vigorously on the side to prove that Zhang Lan was not lying, this is indeed the case, and there is indeed his own credit in it.

"Oh, since my baby girl made it, you have to try it." Seeing Xiao Chenxi said that he was sure, the unscrupulous parents immediately changed their faces, and the change of face became faster than turning a book, and they quickly opened a bottle of hawthorn canned food while speaking, stretched out a hawthorn with chopsticks and stuffed it into their mouths, "Oh, it's delicious, sweet and sour, the juice is thick and delicious, it's very suitable for the old man", the two of them have quickly dried up a bottle while talking, and while eating, they vaguely expressed their extreme appreciation for their daughter's craftsmanship, "It's worthy of my daughter's craftsmanship, and I have nothing to say about the delicious." Good daughter, how about making a few more bottles to eat another day? ”

Zhang Lan looked at the two people who were happy to eat, knowing that the matter had already become more than half, but she smiled on her lips, "Parents, how is it, it tastes good, right?" ”

"It's not good, it's pretty good." The two of them were still contented and licked the sugar water stuck to the corners of their lips, and their faces were still unfinished, "Just these bottles?" Do you still have it at home? ”

"A few more bottles." Zhang Lan replied with a smile, it seems that the effect is good, it has successfully aroused their interest, and the following is easy to do.

"Let's do some more tomorrow." Yang Zhi nodded, "Do more, send some to your grandparents and grandparents, and let them try it too." ”

"Okay, no problem," Zhang Lan smiled and nodded in agreement, and then asked, "But, Mom and Dad, didn't you think of us opening our own cannery?" ”

"Open a cannery?" Zhang Zongjun and Yang Zhi glanced at each other, both of them looked incredible, does his son have a ghost idea? "Aren't we selling fruits well, why are we thinking about opening a canning factory again?"

Yes, it seems that some explanations are indispensable, and it is impossible to carry out a popularization of commercial literacy knowledge. Zhang Lan thought helplessly, and instead of directly answering the questions raised by the two, she asked, "Mom and Dad, how much do you think such a bottle of canned food can be sold for?" ”

"Such a delicious can, probably ...... Can you sell it for more than a dollar? Zhang Zongjun hesitated for a moment and said.

"Well, I paid attention to it last time we went to the county seat, and such a bottle is about two cents a piece." Zhang Lan replied.

Zhang Zongjun nodded and agreed, "It's almost worth the price." ”

"And guess how much this can cost?" Zhang Lan continued to ask.

"Then why do you have to pay seven or eight cents?" Yang Zhi was on the side.

"How can there be so many?" Zhang Lan didn't bother to sell it, and gave a direct answer, "The cost is only two cents and five cents a bottle, my sister and I make it, and the cost of this local method is even higher." ”

"How cheap is it?" Zhang Zongjun and Yang Zhi's eyes widened, and they couldn't believe it: such a big bottle, and the cost of such a delicious thing is only two cents and five cents?

Zhang Lan nodded, "This is still done by us using local methods, the cost is relatively high, if factory production can be realized, the cost will not exceed two cents." ”

"Hiss......", this time no one spoke, just a gasp.

"Doesn't that mean you can make a dollar for a bottle?" Yang Zhi briefly calculated and asked in surprise.

"Not so much," Zhang Lan explained with a smile. "After all, you still have to let others make a little money, no, the factory price is about seven cents to eight cents."

"That's a lot, one bottle can catch up with us and make a lot of money by selling ten catties of apples." Zhang Zongjun muttered to himself on the side, calculating the difference.

"That's pretty much it." Zhang Lan nodded, "How about it, do you want to do it?" ”

"Why don't you do it?" Zhang Zongjun jumped up from the chair, his face flushed with excitement, he was fascinated by the bright prospects he had calculated, his arms waved vigorously in the air, and the green tendons on his neck bloomed excitedly, "Such a way to make money, a fool can't do it." I'll get ready tomorrow. He complained about Zhang Lan instead, "I said son, why didn't you say such a good idea earlier?"

"There's no rush for now. Dad, I ask you, do you know what equipment you need to open a cannery? Zhang Lan squinted with a smile, and the meaning of the conspiracy succeeding was inadvertently revealed from the corner of his eyes, like a cunning little fox stealing chickens, "Do you know what procedures you need to go through to open a cannery?" How do you organize the raw materials? Do you know how to sell canned food as quickly as possible? ”

"Uh......" Zhang Lan's words knocked the old man down: he was dazzled by his son's thoughts, and he really didn't expect these things just thinking that making canned food was very profitable. Do you have a way? ”

"You and the way?" Zhang Zongjun couldn't help but ask suspiciously, although he already knew that his son was very smart, and he was not as smart as he was, but no matter how smart he was, he would be so smart that he could know these things that he had never been exposed to, right?