Chapter Seventy-One: Chasing Dreams in Heaven and Earth

Mrs. Niu came back and smiled and asked Fang Mingyuan to continue, listening as if she was very serious, but she didn't say a word.

Chang'an said yes, her son is difficult, it's too difficult, everyone is counting on his son to come up with ideas, counting on his son to make money.

Mrs. Niu understands in her heart that everyone is a lifelong friendship, they can't go out alone, if they really go out alone, they can't let people bully them to death.

At that time, the daughter's family moved to Fangjia Village, and the flower woman looked at everyone with a smile. The son-in-law reaches out to help when there is something in the family, and pouts to work. There are also her and two sons in the village, so the son-in-law's family has a hard time.

They moved thousands of miles away here, even to live in the city, and they would be squeezed by others.

Divide the money! Chang'an was right, they shared the money for the pastries, and the whole village ate the grain, and they had to take it out for the pastry house, so they didn't suffer anything.

At the end of the meeting, the patriarch and the clan uncle had no opinions, they discussed, let them do whatever they wanted, take the money they gave, and when everyone has saved enough money, let's think about buying heirlooms for others.

Fang Mingcai's daughter-in-law pulled her man and asked, "What did you say, do you understand?" You don't work in the pastry shop, so I think I'll pay you back? ”

Fang Ming had just finished asking the money shopkeeper, and he and his daughter-in-law were learning and selling, "The pastry house belongs to everyone, it is from our village, and the money that the masters take from the technicians is the money you take." The sales commission for selling pastries is the commission for the flower woman shouting, delivering the goods to Wuwen, and pulling the order.

Your money is counted as a piece of the cost, and the rest of the money is earned, for example, the cake is sold for 100 yuan, 50 yuan is the cost, and the remaining 50 yuan is taken out and divided. ”

"Huh? So what's the point? Shouldn't they all be four siblings? Fang Mingcai's daughter-in-law asked.

Fang Mingcai shook his head and said no: "Mingyuan said, we used everyone's grain, and we used the newly planted wheat and fine white flour this year." And he said......"

He didn't understand what he said, so he was vague for a moment, and said: "Anyway, of the pure money, Mingyuan's family takes fifty percent, of which twenty percent is given to Aunt Niu, saying that he wants Aunt Niu to help manage it." The remaining half, the people in our village who don't work in the pastry shop, are divided among us men. ”

"What's the point? How much can you get? Fang Mingcai's daughter-in-law thinks that so many people will share it, how much more money can be distributed in their hands?

Fang Mingcai smiled and said, "Why don't you give all the points!" Let's not worry about it, you go and learn to make cakes and draw flowers, and you can get at least 30 yuan for a cake, don't nag and delay making money. ”

All the families are gathering and chatting quietly, and if they understand, they will say that the men share the money of the pastry room, or according to the work mentioned before, but now it has not been decided who will take a few points, let's not worry about it, take a point, and work hard for their own family to ask for money!

Qian Chuanzi was squatting under the torch, lying on a stack of green bricks to keep accounts, Fang Mingzhang brought someone to find it, and asked what was going on with the charcoal account.

The charcoal sold a lot, and more were set out, and everyone was ready to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival, build a wooden bridge over the river, go into the mountains to cut down trees, and burn out the charcoal that was set out.

Fang Mingzhang asked, charcoal makes money, isn't it money for the children to study? Why do you still say that you want to give it to us?

Qian Chuanzi explained, the dolls take sixty percent, and the little lady is responsible for the distribution and management, and we adults can't take care of it.

The remaining forty percent will be counted as public money, and when we divide the work, we will share it with the profits of the pastry house.

Don't miss it, leave it to the kids!

Qian Chuanzi smiled and shook his head, you want to leave it to the child, take it home and give it to the child! Are you worried that the child has a silver coin in his hand?

Sixty percent is a lot, buy books, buy pen, ink, paper and inkstone enough, and there is the rest, you should worry about the children taking the money to buy meat buns, buy useless things.

Understood, go back and regulate the child, don't have two dollars in your hand, spend and buy indiscriminately, let you know that buying things indiscriminately will harm the money and break the dog's legs.

Everyone else was busy inquiring, and the three carpenters were still pouting!

Zhao Quanyou and Fang Mingjiang are inspecting the waterwheel, and Ming'er is about to stand up, and he must succeed at one time. Fang Mingzong, a carpenter who was not an apprentice, was busy beating the wooden basin, and the daughter-in-law said that the wooden basin was too big and too heavy, and she couldn't hold it to break two pots of eggs.

Mrs. Niu pulled Aunt Zhao to discuss: "Aunt He, you have to talk about this matter, the common property of our village, why, I don't let the eldest girl come to the pastry shop?"

I was thinking that the daughters would marry sooner or later, and when the time came, they would leave with our unique skills, and the in-laws coaxed them to learn, what else would we do to make money? ”

Aunt Zhao immediately agreed, yes! There are a lot of big girls in the village, and after learning our craft, we can't let them marry outside! If she doesn't marry, she can't be an old girl at home!

"Yes, this is a matter of the clan, and no one can misunderstand the pastry house."

You rose to the level of major events in the clan, and then said: "Our whole village eats, drinks and chews, we can't just sell in Leping City, we don't make enough money, I thought, Ming'er, you and your third brother and sister will send cakes with us and learn a lesson."

The fat shopkeeper of the teahouse said that he has friends in other counties and has a lot of big deals, so he will introduce us to the past, and in the future, you will learn to run in various counties, and we will be able to make more money. ”

Aunt Zhao said solemnly, "Yes, we have to learn, we can't go out and open our mouths, we can't take a step, we have to learn!" ”

Mrs. Niu pulled Aunt Zhao to find Dong Xiaoying and took the rest of the white and pink floral cloth.

"Look at me, you compare to make it, the cloth is left with these, it's not enough to be fine, let's go to the city and buy it in the cloth shop tomorrow, we all have to wear this, no matter which county we go to, people will know that we are the people from the old lady's pastry shop."

"Isn't it, huh?" Aunt Zhao grabbed Mrs. Niu and asked, "What?" What do you say, what pastry shop? ”

"Oh, didn't you listen to my four sons? Let's call the old lady's pastry room, and our pastries are bought by the old ladies when they go out, and we give them to Zhang Luo.

Second, our pastries, the old lady can eat them with bad teeth, soft and soft! So, it was named the Old Lady's Pastry House. "Mrs. Niu said casually, but in fact, she was not satisfied, what a broken name.

Aunt Zhao was stunned, the old lady is the old lady! In fact, she thought that it should be called Fang Ji pastry.

It's easy to go to bed early one day, and Mrs. Niu found the problem again.

There are many orders, the basket at home is not enough, and the bamboo basket is also used for the mushroom cake, and the porcelain can not be loaded, so as not to loosely install most of the basket, so as not to crush the bottom.

Cream egg roll, the old lady renamed it cream flower roll, and put it in the basket with the steaming drawer of steamed buns at home, but there are only a few bamboo steaming drawers for small pots at home, what to do?

Fang Mingyuan said impatiently: "Ming'er, don't steam buns in the morning, carry the big cage drawer at home to the car, Ming'er, I'll ask Sandaogou Village to say something, and then order some cage drawers to come out." ”

After sending the old lady away, Chang'an spoke again, "Dad, have you seen the window paper used in the baking room?" We can actually detain the greenhouse. ”

Fang Yue said: "I didn't open a school to make money, what I bought was to learn, the knowledge in my head, there is no cost, just open my mouth and run a school!" ”

Fang Mingyuan smiled and nodded, "It's good to buckle the greenhouse!" In winter, there are green leafy vegetables to eat, and Ming'er will let people beat adobe, and the greenhouse can't also use green bricks. Girl, don't be in a hurry to run a school, take your time! ”

Fang Mingyuan was busy arranging the work, the Zhangjia kiln factory will burn clay pots, porcelain pots don't be idle in winter, burn good-looking small porcelain bottles, let's take out royal jelly, the packaging must be of high grade.

He didn't think that the Zhang family would burn porcelain bottles, and they would have to be high-end and high-end, so could the craftsmanship keep up?

However, it doesn't matter if it will or not, let's go all the way, there are too many things that we won't learn, and we will think about doing it!

It's not like it's all the way, and you won't be able to practice anything slowly!

"Go to bed, I'll have to wake up early tomorrow!"

Fang Yue felt that now that she was wearing it back, she didn't have to go to bed when she went abroad, and she had to go to bed at just after six o'clock and get up at three o'clock in the morning, which country's schedule was this?