When Mrs. Li heard this, her serious face burst into laughter.

"That's not it, my family Ke'er is the best girl in the village."

Ding Chenggong saw that he had coaxed the old lady, and he was busy echoing, making Mrs. Li even happier.

"My family Ke'er is kind-hearted and smart, you definitely found the right one to find her."

Ding Zhijun's father and son saw that Mrs. Li had sold Ding Ke'er so quickly, and they all turned their heads silently.

Although the two of them are right, is this really good?

They always feel that something is wrong.

This time, Ding Chenggong and Ding Keer chatted for a long time.

Since they want to make canned fruits in the village, it is not a trivial fight, and they must come up with a charter.

First of all, where is the canned food made.

This is something that is eaten in the mouth, but you can't fool around, if you let people find out, you can't eat it and walk around.

In the end, the two agreed to choose a special place and get a simple shed first, even if it was a small workshop.

Secondly, who will make the tools for canning.

Ding Keer said his thoughts, the tools have to be new, and the pots used for stir-frying at home are all oily, and they must not be used.

There are steps to make canned food, and it has to be those who love cleanliness, and the production process must also be kept clean.

Ding Chenggong felt that what she said made sense, and agreed to it.

Again, it's the cost of tools, etc.

The most important materials for making canned food are available, but canned bottles, tools for making canned food, sugar and other secondary materials all have to be paid.

This is what worries Ding Chenggong the most.

"Uncle, we can buy less bottles and other materials, and sell them while making them, so maybe we don't have to ask the villagers for too much money."

"That's right! I didn't expect that. Ding Chenggong slapped his thigh excitedly.

"It's still Ke'er's heart, thinking a lot, thinking a lot, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have thought so much."

Ding Keer didn't care about Ding Chenggong's praise, and since he did it, he had to do his best.

If you don't do anything in the end, then it's better not to do it.

"Uncle, don't praise me, praise me again, I should be proud that I can't find the north, I can't help you, don't blame me."

Ding Chenggong was stunned, and then laughed: "Ke'er, don't tease me, others can't find Bei, you definitely can't." ”

After that, the two discussed the specific matters for a long time.

They didn't stop until they couldn't think of anything.

"Uncle, it's okay for the two of us to look at it, but there are many people and many ideas, so it's better to show my second brother what we wrote." , Ding Keer suddenly spoke.

Ding Chenggong glanced at her unexpectedly, thinking that Ding Qiang was a safe child, and it would be okay for him to take a look.

After Ding Qiang saw it, he didn't expect the two of them to think of so many things, and they were all very practical.

Even the wages for the workers were thought of.

After all, there are so many people in the village, and it is impossible for everyone to work.

The worker cannot work in vain, and paying the wage is the best way.

"Uncle, Ke'er, I think there are a lot of people who work, someone has to take care of them."

After reading it, Ding Qiang put forward his own ideas.

Ding Chenggong nodded approvingly, no wonder Ding Keer attached so much importance to Ding Qiang.

In order to stabilize Ding Ke'er, Ding Chenggong took the initiative to speak: "I think the strong son is good, so I'll leave this matter to you." ”

Ding Qiang was taken aback and quickly glanced at Ding Ke'er, wanting to see what she meant.

Ding Ke'er smiled lightly, looked away, and let him make up his own mind.

Ding Qiang thought for a moment, nodded solemnly, and said, "Since my uncle has entrusted me with such an important work, I will definitely do it well." ”