Before, it was not a problem for the three of Wufu, Lian Xiayue, and Mulan to make hundreds of catties of pastries in one afternoon, but after getting this package, the three of them made it for an afternoon, and with the help of Tian Xiaoxiao and Su Ying, they only made fifty catties of pastries, which was much slower.

The main thing is that after it is done, it should be cut piece by piece, then it must be dried, and finally it must be wrapped in oiled paper.

Moreover, the method of wrapping is also exquisite, and it must be sealed with paste at the end, otherwise it will fall apart.

In fact, the best packaging is to use plastic paper, and then seal it, but at this time, in the countryside, there are not so advanced things, so use oiled paper.

When everything is ready, fifty pounds of pastry, that is, a basket of things.

But it's a lot better.

After wrapping all the pastries, Mulan asked Wufu, "Wufu, is this done?" ”

Wufu shook his head, "It's okay for you to go to the town tomorrow to sell these, but if you give them to Song Ze, you have to add another layer outside." ”

"Do you need two more layers?" In fact, as far as Mulan and them, they think it's quite troublesome, after all, it is sold, and people have to open it to eat.

What's more, this has oiled paper, and there is less of a pound of things, and because of the packaging, the price will be more expensive, and I don't know if people can accept it.

Wufu explained to her, "Have you forgotten, what Song Ze said, there must be a clear brand, we haven't thought of the name of the brand yet, we have to put our brand on the outside." ”

"yes, yes, we have to think of a name first." Mulan and the others remembered what Song Ze said before, and Mulan frowned, "What's your name?" ”

"Double Happiness." Lian Xia Yue thought about it several times in a row, "Permanent cards, delicious cards." ”

But these are other people's bicycles, sewing machines and other brands, and they are old brands, where can they be occupied.

Besides, with the names of these brands, Wufu also dislikes the soil.

She shook her head, "The problem is that everyone has thought about these names, and they can't take the same name, otherwise it will be very troublesome in the future." ”

People still don't know what patents are, and they haven't thought about how far a name has an impact on a brand, so they just take it casually and take it according to someone else's name.

But these Wufu knew that she thought about it a lot, but she was vetoed by herself, until the evening, when Mo Jin came back.

After the ink finished eating, he saw that Wufu had not come out of the house all the time, so he went to knock on the door, and saw Wufu in front of the table, holding his cheeks, with a distressed look.

Recently, Liu Hongyu and they were not at home, and the old lady saw that Wufu often had to work, or discuss some things with Mo Jin, so she let Liuxi and Qibao both live there, and Wufu lived alone.

Mo Jin walked in, put her hands on either side of her arm, and looked at her desk, "What's wrong, what do you think?" ”

Wufu glanced up at Mo Jin, still a little distressed, "I was thinking about what the name of our pastry should be, and what should be written on the wrapping paper, but I didn't come up with it after thinking about it for a day." ”

Mo Jin heard that it was just such a simple matter, he reached out and knocked Wufu's head, and looked down at her, "Just your little brain, give it to you for another ten days, you may not be able to think of it, leave it to me." ”

Mo Jin said, reached out and picked up Wufu and let her sit on the bed by the table, he sat on the chair himself, and reached out to take the pen and paper in Wufu's hand.

"Over to you?" Wufu didn't think that this matter would make Mo Jin use his brain, after all, he was so busy all day.

Mo Jin nodded, looking very confident, "Give me half an hour to help you get everything right." ”

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