Chapter 220: Bought them all
After experiencing a small turmoil in shares, the relationship between the couple was not only not affected, but better than before.
Shen Mingzhu gave Pei Yang the title of deputy factory director to facilitate his business.
Although the food factory made a profit in November, as the temperature dropped, the sales of dried tofu and spicy noodles also seemed to enter a cold winter, and the sales of each store almost fell off a cliff.
In this situation, Shen Mingzhu was actually prepared for a long time.
Dried tofu and spicy strips are both cold foods, which are cold in winter, so children naturally don't like to eat them.
And that's not the worst case scenario.
When the winter vacation of each school is over, the traffic of the kiosks and grocery stores around the school will be reduced, and the sales of spicy noodles and dried tofu will be even more bleak.
In fact, as early as November, Shen Mingzhu was thinking about a new product to fill the cold of dried tofu and spicy strips in winter.
In winter, people instinctively have a desire for high-calorie foods.
Considering the cost input, production process, and audience level, Shen Mingzhu decided to make potato chips.
Using a special slicer, the potatoes are cut into paper-like slices, fried and crispy, sprinkled with spices of various flavors, and then sealed and packaged into pouches.
This kind of fried potato chips was a street food that could be seen everywhere in later generations.
The method seems simple, but in fact, there are many tricks to fry crispy and delicious potato chips.
The first is to choose the ingredients, choose fresh potatoes with smooth texture, low starch content.
Second, the cut potatoes need to be soaked to remove the excess starch and frozen.
With today's temperature in Fengcheng, freezing is too simple, and the freezing process can be completed directly outside.
If it was another season, she would have to spend a lot of money on a high-powered freezer.
This alone saves a lot of money.
After that, it is fried, and in order to fry the golden and crispy taste, the control of oil temperature and the second re-frying must be accurately mastered.
The last item is packaging.
Unlike biscuit-based snacks, crisps require only a small sachet of desiccant to be packaged, while nitrogen is required to package potato chips.
The smallest nitrogen packaging machine also costs about 700 yuan.
For the current food factory, such a cost expenditure really puts Shen Mingzhu under great pressure.
Pei Yang ran for several days, almost turning over the entire Fengcheng, and finally found an old-fashioned discarded nitrogen packaging machine, which cost two hundred and fifty yuan.
Please ask Zhou Shuhuan, who understands electronic machinery, to help repair and replace some parts, and the total cost is just three hundred.
When everything was ready, the food factory stopped producing dried tofu and spicy strips and started producing potato chips instead.
Relying on the sales channels built before, as well as the wonderful taste and taste of potato chips, potato chips sold quite successfully as soon as they were listed, although they were not as good as the big manufacturers, but they were also considered rising stars and gained a firm foothold in the potato chip industry.
When he saw the sales performance, Shen Mingzhu's nerves that had been tense for a month were finally relaxed.
After his spirit relaxed, and he was baked by the hot heater, Shen Mingzhu couldn't help but feel sleepy.
Shen Mingzhu opened the folding bed prepared for Pei Ziheng in the office, and lay down to sleep for half an hour.
By the time I woke up, it was already a little dark.
The father and son squatted on the side of the bed one on the left and one on the right, staring at her intently.
"What time is it?"
"It's 6 o'clock."
Pei Ziheng's black eyes looked at her with concern, "Mom, are you sick?" You slept for a long time, and Zhao Yun didn't wake you up when they were playing pictures outside. ”
Pei Yang directly put his hand on her forehead to check her temperature.
Xu was just coming back from outside, Pei Yang's hands were a little cold, and Shen Mingzhu was so cold that he woke up instantly after drowsiness.
"I'm fine, I didn't sleep well last night."
During this time, she was busy preparing for the production of potato chips, and she was worried that the new product launch would not be recognized and she would not be able to make money, so she was extremely stressed and her sleep was also affected.
I finally relaxed, and naturally slept soundly and deeply.
It's not early, and I don't bother to buy vegetables and cook at home, so the family of three eats in the cafeteria.
It was exactly seven o'clock after eating, and it was dark outside, and the biting cold wind blew on his face like a knife.
A family of three wrapped in scarves, hands in their sleeves, talking and laughing along the street lamp home.
When I was about to arrive at the family home, I met an old farmer who was carrying a burden to sell apples.
On such a cold day, the old peasant wore an old jacket full of pudding, and he didn't even wear socks on his feet, half of his ankle was exposed, and his emaciated figure was bent a little by the pressure of the flat shoulder.
"Do you want Apple? Their own apples are crisp and sweet, a dime a pound. ”
As the old farmer walked, he peddled to passers-by along the way.
Although he was indifferently rejected by passers-by again and again, the old farmer still had a smile and expectation on his face.
Shen Mingzhu looked a little sad, and stepped forward to take care of the business.
The street lights were not very bright at night, and she didn't see too clearly when she was far away, and when she got closer, she recognized that the old farmer was the one who had sold her river fresh before.
Probably because she was covered tightly, the old farmer did not recognize her, and very enthusiastically picked a big and red apple for her to taste, for fear that he would lose her as a customer.
Shen Mingzhu pinched the apples, she had bought them in the vegetable market a few days ago, and they cost two cents and five pounds.
"This apple is so good, how can it be sold so cheaply?"
"There's no way, you can't sell it, in previous years, the dealers used to charge eight points, but this year they only gave four points. Such a good apple is reluctant to sell it cheaply, so I pick it out and sell it myself. ”
When he spoke, the old farmer kept a smile on his face, but the bitterness, bitterness and helplessness in his words made Shen Mingzhu couldn't help but have a sour nose.
She is not usually so sentimental people, and she doesn't know what happened today.
Pei Yang noticed her mood swings, squatted down and said to the old farmer: "Weigh these for me." ”
The old farmer was surprised and delighted, but said, "Can you eat all of them after buying so much?" ”
"After eating, there are more than ten workers in the factory, and you can eat this apple in four or five days at most."
Hearing Pei Yang say this, the old farmer hurriedly found an old urea woven bag, and while loading apples, he explained to them apologetically: "There is no big bag, I can only use this for you to pack, this bag has been washed several times, and it is clean." ”
"It's okay, let's pretend to be it."
Pei Yang greeted the old farmer on the side, and stroked Shen Mingzhu's back with his right hand, silently comforting her sadness.
"Do you have more apples at home?"
"Many, there are 1,300 or 400 catties like this, and there are 1,000 catties of small remnant fruits, so they can only be fed to livestock."
Pei Yang smiled and comforted, "Sell a little a day, and it will be almost sold out until the New Year." ”
"That's the plan, I hope they can be sold, and a few children are still waiting for this money to pay for tuition next year."
Pei Yang was about to continue to ask how many children there were, but Shen Mingzhu next to him suddenly said in surprise, "Eight points a catty, right?" I want all the apples in your house. ”
Pei Yang was so shocked that he almost didn't stand firm.
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