The next day, I woke up early with my white hands, and when I got up, I used to see my mother first if she was okay.

Mother was already up and putting a label on the biscuit bag.

"Hand, you came just in time, Mom has something to tell you."

"Mom, what's the matter?"

The mother asked, "Last night, Teacher Ding came, and your Aunt Yulan came, do you know what happened?" ”

White Hand shook his head, "I don't know." When I sent them home, they didn't say anything. ”

"As if they had discussed it, they all said that they would come to our house to help you work, no matter how much money you were given."

There was a thump in the palm of the white hand, what is the situation? "Wouldn't it? Mom, they're kidding, right? ”

"I don't think they're joking."

"How is it possible, Aunt Yulan does an intermediary business of knitting hats, and her income is good. Not to mention Teacher Ding, drought and flood to ensure harvest, and she can't do our tiring work. ”

The mother said, "Who's to say it's not." So I didn't dare to agree, you can make up your own mind about this matter. ”

That's a big problem.

Where are they here to make money, they are here to make money.

But Bai Shou was wrong this time.

They are really here to make money, or, to make money and make people at the same time.

Fang Yulan's business does not have a fixed income, sometimes there is, sometimes there is none, sometimes it is more, sometimes it is less.

It used to be better, I could have one or two hundred yuan a year. Now her sister-in-law is also in this business, and her father is still doing it, and her income space is further compressed.

There is another reason, Tong Jiuyang was involved in the evil and habit of gambling outside, and he lost five or six hundred yuan last year.

Fang Yulan needs to make money.

Teacher Ding is another case. She has a fixed income, a monthly salary of more than forty yuan, and what kind of subsidies, adding up to more than fifty yuan, which is no less than the average commune leader.

But she didn't have enough money, and she spent too much. She has to dress up, she has to get dressed, she eats well, and she has to send fifteen yuan a month to her daughter Tintin.

Mr. Ding also has a big expense, which is to buy books, especially some old books. Not all of her family's books were brought from her home in Shanghai, and a considerable part of them were bought by her.

Everyone in the village thought that Teacher Ding was rich, but only she knew about it. After buying a bicycle, the mother and daughter came and had little savings left.

In terms of whether he has money or not, Teacher Ding is not as good as Fang Yulan.

After careful analysis, Bai Shou agreed to Teacher Ding and Fang Yulan's request.

I was thinking of hiring someone to help. However, the policy stipulates that self-employed people cannot hire people, and if they hire people, they become enterprises.

Hiring other people, white-handed is not at ease, people have pink eye, watching him make money from his own hands, it is inevitable that he will not have a black heart, and trouble will follow.

Let Teacher Ding and Fang Yulan help with the work, at least they believe that they will not tell the actual situation.

Of course, the white hand also carries other selfish motives.

That's it.

I went to the county seat with my white hands, and in addition to sending finished biscuits to the old three guns, I also went to the county people's hospital.

With the help of Dr. Yang, I bought a few sets of white coats for work, as well as a lot of slippers.

That night, Teacher Ding and Fang Yulan officially "went to work".

carried his mother over with white hands, as well as the second brother Bai Dang and the eldest sister Bai Mi.

The third brother Bai Mian and the younger sister Bai Xue, Bai Shou were afraid of delaying their studies, so they didn't let them work.

There are no rules, there is no square garden, and the white hand must first set rules for the two female workers.

"Factory rules and regulations" have been pasted on the wall, and they are not to be said with white hands.

"Teacher Ding, auntie, I would like to emphasize a few rules that are specific to the two of you. First, abide by factory rules and disciplines. Second, only work the night shift, not the day shift. Three, work five hours every night, from six to eleven o'clock. Fourth, if you have a job, you will go to work, and if you don't work, you will not go to work. Fifth, the basic salary is one dollar per night. Sixth, at the end of each month, according to the situation, plus part of the bonus, the amount of the bonus is determined by me......"

Teacher Ding said: "Xiaobai, I just listen to you." ”

Fang Yulan said: "Xiaobai, whatever you tell me to do, I will do it." ”

"Okay, let's get started."

Teacher Ding and Fang Yulan are both novices, and they have to be trained in teaching by example.

Teacher Ding was arranged to go to the tube packaging, and Fang Yulan was to pipe the mixer.

In the family, the mother is also responsible for grinding rice noodles, the eldest sister is responsible for weighing water noodles, and the second brother is responsible for putting on the mold.

The white hand is responsible for baking, and he has to take care of other things, and whoever is too late, he has to intervene.

Not to mention, two adults were replaced to work, and the production speed went up.

In these five hours, a total of 125 catties of biscuits were made, and 250 packs were made.

Everyone worked very hard, especially the mother, and after finishing work, she was busy carrying her mother back to her room first.

Of course, the hardest part is the white hands.

At the end of the day, the factory building had to be cleaned up, and the electric switch, coal stove and door had to be closed and locked.

Two "female workers" had to be sent home.

That's how it was that night, send Fang Yulan home first, without delay.

Send Teacher Ding home again, and when the white hand returns to his home, it is already the second half of the night.

Men are difficult, men are bitter, men have hills and fields on their heads, and they also have fields on their heads if they are tired, and they have to be tired if they are not tired.

Biscuits are selling well. The surrounding stores supply about 100 packs a day. Boss Shao of Wenqiao asks for more than 100 bags of goods on average every day. The old three guns in the county town also need to supply about 200 packs a day.

The white hand did not expand production for the time being, and did not go to other market towns to look for business, because spring ploughing has arrived.

In his own field, the field of the Jiafang Yulan family, there are five acres of rice seedlings except for the seedling field, and he works overtime with his white hands to plant the seedlings of early rice in three days.

The rest of the farm work is paid for with nothing and is done by others.

Busy with spring ploughing, resting for a long time, in the afternoon white hands were about to go to the factory to start work, Lao Wei and Chen Liang came.

Both of them were riding bicycles, and on the back rack of the bicycles, a large cardboard box was strapped to it.

The white hand hurriedly welcomed the two in, and sat at the stone table smoking and drinking.

"Old Wei, Liangzi, what kind of wind blew you two here?"

Lao Wei smiled: "The wind of biscuits and banknotes together blew me over." ”

"And laughed. I'm done with my farm work, and you two just jumped over, so fucking you're going to pick a minute. ”

Lao Wei and Chen Liang laughed.

After laughing, Lao Wei said: "Xiaobai, your business is booming now, why do you still need to farm?" Reluctantly? ”

White Hand smiled bitterly: "I want to too." But if you don't plant your own contracted fields, who will plant them? ”

Chen Liang said: "Brother Hand, you can contribute some money to subcontract the contracted field to someone else to plant." ”

"You don't know the situation, we have a lot of side jobs here, that is, there is a lack of big farmers, and no one is willing to contract other people's contracted fields."

Lao Wei said: "Just don't plant it, just throw it there." Farming is not profitable, and the money your biscuit factory earns for a month is enough for your whole family to buy a year's worth of food, so why are you tired and tired in the rice fields. ”

"Hehe, Lao Wei, you don't have a backache when you stand and talk."

Lao Wei hurriedly asked, "What's the situation?" Am I wrong? ”