Before dinner, Song Qingtian calculated his recent income. Recently, instant noodles alone have been sold for thousands of yuan, and other sporadic prices are also hundreds of yuan.

In the early 80s, flour and rice cost a few cents a pound, pork was 7 cents and 5 cents, and eggs were 5 cents a piece.

A few thousand yuan is a particularly large number, as long as there is land, it should not be a problem to invest in a factory to build a few houses and set up a crisp noodle processing factory.

The matter of setting up a factory, from Tao Jinshan mentioned it a few days ago, to today, Han Pengcheng came to ask her, Song Qingtian felt that this matter had to be scheduled immediately.

When Song Chunsheng came to deliver noodles tonight, Lin Qiaoxiang also came.

Song Qingtian felt that this matter should be discussed with everyone, so the two of them stayed at home to eat, and offered to cook a meal for everyone that everyone had never eaten.

But before dinner, Song Qingtian hadn't started cooking yet, but just asked Yang Xiulian to boil a pot of boiling water, and when everyone was hungry, Song Qingtian gathered the big guys together.

Song Qingtian told the story of setting up the factory, although the rest of the family also knew that Song Qingtian had this idea, but they were still a little surprised when they heard the news.

Especially Song Chunsheng and Lin Qiaoxiang, they haven't heard of this matter, they say that they will set up a factory, it's too fast, right?

As soon as this topic was raised, everyone's attention shifted instantly, and they didn't feel hungry.

Among these people, Yang Xiulian was particularly worried, "Nizi, are you taking too big a step?" This crispy noodle business is just right, and you want to set up a factory? ”

Song Qingtian said: "Mom, don't worry, we haven't taken big enough steps, this is just the beginning." ”

Subsequently, Song Qingtian told the town about the free land use rights.

Song Xifeng said: "This policy is very good, if you have land, you have to build a house, find workers, why do you think about it on a sunny day." ”

Song Qingtian said: "I want my uncle to supervise the building of the house, my uncle is a mason, he also knows the person who built the house, we don't have to build it very well, the wall is made of green bricks, a few more beams, and the roof does not need to find commonly used tiles, use a layer of asbestos tiles, coat with mud and wheat straw mixed clay, pave a layer of rain felt, and lay asbestos tiles on it, so that it is sunscreen, clean and not afraid of rain leakage, and the cost is not high." In the early stage, we only need to cover two noodle making workshops, a noodle cooking and fried noodle workshop, a warehouse, and an office. ”

Asbestos tiles and rain felt are new building materials in the early 80s, which have not yet become popular in the countryside, many people have heard of it, they have never seen it, and they are particularly interested in hearing Song Qingtian say this.

When Song Chunsheng was digging coal in a coal kiln, he saw a house built with asbestos tiles once, and he couldn't help muttering in his heart, how can this girl know everything? At the same time, I also thought to myself, if this Nizi set up a factory, she and Lin Qiaoxiang should have nothing to do.

Song Qingtian continued: "The jelly shop is about to open, and after it opens, my mother will just be at home alone, and she will be at home to watch the house. Xiaofei, Sister Xiaoyan, in the future, the two of you will each manage a workshop, mainly using a dough sheeter to make noodles. ”

When Song Chunsheng heard this, he thought to himself that this is indeed the case, the output of the dough sheeter is so high, the noodles they make by hand will definitely not work, Song Qingtian let himself and Lin Qiaoxiang stay tonight, I am afraid that after starting to set up the factory, let the couple leave.

Song Qingtian looked at Song Chunsheng and asked with a smile, "Brother Chunsheng, what are you thinking?" ”

Song Chunsheng smiled and said, "It's nothing." ”

"Brother Chunsheng, shouldn't you be filming me to start a factory to drive you away?"

Song Chunsheng was said to be thoughtful, and his face suddenly turned a little red.

Lin Qiaoxiang said: "Sunny day, don't say that Chunsheng thinks so, I think so too, the speed of our manual work is too slow, I am embarrassed to follow you to do it, if you set up a factory, Chunsheng and I will not do it, it's okay, don't you still have fields at home, we farm the same at home." ”

If you have been farming at home and have not tasted the sweetness of doing business, you may still be at ease.

Song Chunsheng's skills in making ramen noodles have been getting better and better recently, he and Lin Qiaoxiang can make 300 catties of noodles a day, which is 3 yuan a day, and the money they earn in a month is more than the salary of three ordinary workers.

Now that he is going back to farming, he can't take care of food and clothing all year round, and Song Chunsheng is unwilling.

Song Qingtian said with a smile: "Sister-in-law Qiaoxiang, Brother Chunsheng, don't worry about it first, although I want to set up a factory, but the process is still very slow, at least before the factory opens, you still have to make noodles and send them over, and the wages will be opened as usual." ”

Song Chunsheng's heart suddenly tensed, his ears opened wide, and he continued to wait for what Song Qingtian was going to say.

Song Qingtian deliberately hesitated for a moment and said, "I didn't just say that there are two workshops, one workshop is a noodle sheeter to make noodles. The other workshop is manual ramen, managed by Brother Chunsheng and Qiaoxiang's sister-in-law, what do you think? ”

Song Chunsheng was suddenly surprised and asked, "Don't you dislike the slowness of our handwork?" ”

"Brother Chunsheng, although the handmade noodles are slow, but they have its benefits, especially when making instant noodles in the future, the handmade noodles must be more delicious, if the instant noodles of the handmade noodles are not easy to sell, we will all change to a dough press, and there is still you and Qiaoxiang's sister-in-law to manage, how to say that you have also helped me a lot, I can't forget you what I do."

Lin Qiaoxiang was moved to tears, Song Chunsheng sighed in his heart, thinking that he actually peeked at Song Qingtian's secret recipe raw materials, this Nizi not only did not blame herself, but also made plans for her future, thinking about her own methods, and the idea just now, I really felt very ashamed.

Song Qingtian had long taken into account Song Chunsheng's psychology, no matter whether Song Chunsheng was curious or for other purposes, he peeked at his secret recipe raw materials, and this kind of behavior made people feel uneasy.

To employ people is to use people who have no selfish motives.

Qin Xiaofei and Jiang Xiaoyan are absolutely relieved, and Lin Qiaoxiang is also relieved.

But Song Chunsheng is a person, Song Qingtian thinks he looks quite honest, but he thinks he has too many eyes, so he deliberately made such a psychological chat, which made Song Chunsheng feel guilty and embarrassed to make any more ideas about the secret recipe ingredients, and Lin Qiaoxiang was also invisibly supervising by his side, so that he didn't have to worry about the leakage of the secret recipe ingredients.

After all, only a few people can use the noodles that come into contact with it, and it will not work without a few competent people to set up a factory in the future.

Song Xifeng raised his own question, "Haven't we always made crispy noodles?" How do you talk about instant noodles and what does instant noodles mean? ”

In the early '80s, people in small cities didn't know what instant noodles were.

Song Qingtian smiled and said, "I'll invite everyone to eat instant noodles tonight." The factory we want to set up in the future is an instant noodle factory. ”

Song Qingtian came to the kitchen, put oil in the pot, fried a few eggs first, and then stir-fried with green onions, ginger and garlic, added boiling water, put in the crispy noodles, sprinkled the seasoning in, added some green vegetables, and after serving it, put an omelet in each bowl, and began to serve.

Everyone saw that Song Qingtian had entered the kitchen for less than ten minutes, and a table of fragrant noodles was served.

The curved noodles resemble boiled crispy noodles with green vegetables floating on top and a fried egg.

Everyone was already hungry, so when they saw the deliciousness, they picked up the bowl and ate it with relish.

The noodles are gluten, the vegetables are refreshing, the eggs are oily, and the taste can't be better.

Seeing that everyone was not full, Song Qingtian asked Yang Xiulian to do some.

Song Qingtian smiled and said: "This is instant noodles, isn't it very convenient, it's very convenient to cook a meal?" ”

Lin Qiaoxiang said: "It's so convenient! ”

Song Qingtian said: "In the future, it will be more convenient for us to make it, and we can eat it with boiling water and soak it." That's why it's called instant noodles. ”

Song Xifeng asked again: "Isn't this simply soaking noodles in boiling water?" ”

"That's right, Uncle San, if we set up a factory, we will package the big pieces of noodles and sell them, called instant noodles, and those broken irregular noodles will also be packaged and called crispy noodles. So, crisp noodles and instant noodles are actually the same. Instant noodles are suitable for adult working groups, and those who don't like to cook, so our market is bigger, so we have to set up a factory to make more money. ”

After Song Qingtian finished speaking, everyone's faces were full of hope, and it seemed that the day of Xinfu was coming soon.

When she went to bed at night, Yang Xiulian was still not at ease and ran to Song Qingtian's room.

"On a sunny day, how much does it cost to set up a factory, and we have to find someone to work, how much money can we have? Mom, I'm not sure. ”

"Mom, don't worry, I can do it without any problem."

Yang Xiulian said, took out a hand towel from her pocket, and when she opened it, there was a stack of change inside.

"Sunny day, these dozens of yuan are your wages to your mother, and you may be able to use them a little bit."

Song Qingtian has always held the financial power, and all the money has passed through her hands, except for Song Xifeng who sometimes looks at the accounts and knows that he has made money, but he doesn't know how much he has earned, and Yang Xiulian knows very little.

Song Qingtian wrapped Yang Xiulian's hand towel, stuffed it into her pocket, and took out an iron box from under the bed, which Song Qingtian brought when she moved.

Inside the iron box was her precious monkey ticket, which would be worth millions in twenty or thirty years, and she would not forget to carry it with her.

Punching in the iron box, what appeared in Yang Xiulian's eyes was not a monkey ticket, but a stack of neatly stacked coins, Yang Xiulian estimated that there were at least a few thousand yuan.

Yang Xiulian couldn't believe her eyes, she had never seen so much money in her life, when she married Song Dongfeng, there was no bride price, she only spent 5 yuan, pulled cotton cloth, and made a red cotton jacket and red cotton pants.

After getting married, Song Dongfeng was away from home for a long time, she lived a life with no meals, endured headaches and fevers, and had no money to go to the doctor.

After the birth of her daughter, life was even more difficult, and she barely saved money in her hands.

At this moment, seeing so much money in front of her, her heart was very excited.

Song Qingtian smiled and said, "Mom, let me tell you the truth, we have already earned thousands of yuan, and some of them are capital, and I can't see your little money." ”

Yang Xiulian looked at the money, and her fingers trembled and stroked it.

Song Qingtian said: "Mom, don't be excited, when we open an instant noodle factory, I can't afford to live in the house I live in now." ”

Yang Xiulian's eyes unconsciously raised her head and swept Song Qingtian's room, oh my God, how much money should this be!

Song Qingtian took Yang Xiulian's hand and said, "Mom, don't worry about what I do in the future, when we make money, I will buy a house in the city and let you live a good life." ”

Yang Xiulian's tears rolled down unconsciously.

That night, she was worried that her daughter would not be able to sleep without money to set up a factory, but she didn't expect to see so much money at once, and the huge stimulation made her still unable to sleep.