Going to the countryside to write wall advertisements is indeed the most cost-effective way to advertise, after all, there are free paints available.

Li Shun is a carpenter and carver, and writing on the wall is a piece of cake, so it was happily decided.

"Husband, the third point is very important, we must register a trademark for our secret red beans." Han Ying was very serious and said:

"I have consulted that the Trademark Office within the Administration for Industry and Commerce can handle trademark registration business."

Li Shun nodded, trademark registration is the top priority, and there have been real cases in Bianjing.

In Bianjing in the 90s, there was a peanut milk manufacturer, which was a canned milk-flavored drink called Uncle Peanut.

The so-called milk-flavored drink is that there are neither peanuts nor milk, and it is blended with peanut flavor and fresh creamer.

The taste is very delicious, and it is very popular in Bianjing, but the boss is stupid and did not go to the trademark office to register a trademark.

There is a rich second generation who understands the law, and immediately builds a canning production line.

Invested in the production of peanut milk, the trade name is also called Uncle Peanut, and registered a trademark.

Then sued the original manufacturer for infringement, and the court ruled that the original manufacturer lost the lawsuit and compensated the rich second generation a huge sum.

As a result, the original manufacturer went out of business, and the painstaking operation was stolen, and the boss experienced a free fall from the Bianjing Tower.

This is a lesson from the past, Li Shun had the idea of registering "secret red beans" for a long time, but he didn't expect to be proposed by his wife first.

"You're really my helper." Li Shun shook his wife's head to see why she was so smart.

"Oops, nasty!" Han Ying pushed her husband's hand away and took out two thousand yuan from the small treasury:

"You don't have to worry about the things in the factory, go to the countryside to advertise, and go to the telecom business hall to install a phone first."

"Alright, hostess."

Li Shun was temporarily kicked out of the decision-making level and drove his motorcycle to the post and telecommunications office the next morning.

Han Ying's shopkeeper took over the power, walked slowly to the carpentry shed, and saw Zhou Xiang making a freezer car.

"Shoko stop first and carve a few words for me." Han Ying placed a sorbet stick on the workbench.

"Master, what are you carving?" Zhou Xiang immediately opened the engraving toolbox and took out the smallest carving knife.

"One more, try." Han Ying moved to a bench and sat down.

Zhou Xiang took an ice cream stick and carved it carefully. Two minutes later, it was handed over to the teacher for inspection.

"Shoko, yes, not again." Han Ying had a headache, took out a pencil from her pocket, and wrote on the board.

Zhou Xiang, who graduated from elementary school, was very embarrassed, so he immediately re-engraved it and handed it over to his wife for inspection.

The text is at the end of the sorbet stick, and although the font is small, it is also clearly visible.

"Can you tell it yourself? I mean, if someone else fakes, you can tell. ”

"Yes, Master, I know the words I carved."

"Okay, carve me two hundred first."

Han Ying arranged the task, went to the ice bag workshop, and then went to the ice cream workshop.

Everyone is busy, Li Daxia processes ice packs, and Xiaoxia and Toyota prepare ice cream ingredients.

Qian Feng took care of the ice cream machine, and Li Ma and Xue Feng were busy packing.

"Sister-in-law, let's go cook red bean soup." Li Xiaoxia said.

The raw material of the secret red bean is red bean soup, which is cooked in a large pot.

The two sisters-in-law came to the kitchen, Han Ying added water to the pot on the ground, and Li Xiaoxia went to the warehouse to get red beans.

Cover the pot with a lid and make a fire to boil the pot, at this time Du Rou came in with a bowl:

"Yingying, drink the milk."

"Mom, just come over and say it, I'll go home and drink it myself." Han Ying quickly stood up and drank milk from the bowl.

"Xiaoxia go to the fire, don't let your sister-in-law do heavy work." Du Rou immediately arranged.

Li Xiaoxia is a little depressed, is burning a fire considered a heavy job?

I don't have my share of milk, I have my share of work, and I want to get married.

After Han Ying finished drinking the milk, Du Rou took her daughter-in-law's hand again:

"Yingying, come with me outside to rest, it's too hot in the kitchen."

Li Xiaoxia rolled her eyes again, her sister-in-law's status in the Li family was too high. It is estimated that in my mother's heart, her status is higher than that of my brother.

At this time, Hanwha drove into the factory in a cold drink truck. He came to pull the goods and was ready to continue to run business in the east of the county.

Han Ying arranged for Li Fengtian to go to the cold storage to get the goods and fill the refrigerated container with three kinds of sorbet.

300 secret red beans, 600 strawberry fillings, and more than 2,000 ordinary popsicles.

Hanwha can earn 100 yuan when it is sold out, and Hanwha is confident that Hanwha will pay for the goods.

"Big brother, remember my husband's words. Be sure to keep a smile on your face and reach out not to hit the person with a smiley face. Han Ying explained.

"I know, don't worry." Hanwha started his motorcycle and headed east out of the county.

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law sat under the cherry tree and chatted, and Du Rou looked at her daughter-in-law's lower abdomen, and the more she looked at it, the more she liked it.

"Yingying, have you been nauseous and retching lately, do you particularly want to eat sour?"

Du Rou thinks that sour men and women are spicy, and she adds vinegar to her meals, as if the vinegar at home is free.

"It's okay, I haven't retched, I don't really want to eat acid." Han Ying was a little embarrassed, she wanted to eat spicy food.

Du Rou had a bitter face and decided to burn two more incense sticks for the Bodhisattva, asking the Bodhisattva to bless him with a man in one fell swoop.

"What did Junko do?"

"Go to the post office to install a phone, we have to go to the countryside to advertise."

"Installing a phone? It's too expensive. No, I'll go find a straight. Du Rou stood up and wanted to go to the post and telecommunications office.

Han Ying hurriedly grabbed her and said with a smile:

"Mom, don't worry about it, the factory can't do without the phone now."

A boy probed in the gatehouse and said a little shyly:

"Is sorbet wholesale here? It's Snow Dew, right? ”

"Yes, the little brother came over for a drink." Han Ying went over to greet her.

Four boys appeared in the courtyard, each on a bicycle with an ice cream crate.

There are three children that Li Shun met on the road yesterday and planned to save money to find their mothers.

"Boss Li Shun said that as long as we buy the goods, he will give us two wooden boards." Brother Slippers pointed to the ice cream box and said weakly:

"The wooden planks are used to support the ice cream box, and Brother Li said to give it to us."

Han Ying didn't know about this, but they could say Li Shun's name, so Han Ying naturally believed them.

A few small planks are not worth much, Han Ying said:

"It's been done a long time ago, just waiting for you to come. Shoko, bring the plank. ”

Zhou Xiang came in with a pile of wooden planks, forty centimeters long, ten centimeters wide, and one centimeter thick.

The four younger brothers were so excited that they immediately took down their ice cream crates and replaced them with wooden planks.

Their planks are rotten, not so much planks as rotten bark, the kind that can only be used as firewood.

"Brothers, how old are you?" Han Ying felt that they were no more than fifteen years old.

"I'm fourteen."

"I'm thirteen."

……

The four children each reported their age, the oldest was fourteen years old, and the youngest was twelve years old, what a group of poor children.

Take them to the workshop and open the freezer to stock them up.

They want regular popsicles and strawberry fillings, and high-end sorbets aren't for them.

The three children took the money to pay the bill, and the slipper brother pointed to a companion in a hat and said weakly:

"Brother Li said, when I introduce new customers, I will give me ten popsicles. Hostess, can you ......"