The three brothers of the Qi family kept their mother's words in mind and said nothing.
But, who is Yan's second child, can he be easily evaded?
In the end, each person made four bowls of noodle soup and left.
White noodles and thick noodles are mixed together, the firm wide noodles, fat and thin slices of meat, soaked in the color of soy sauce, it is a reddish brown that makes people drool, decorated with green vegetables, four poached eggs are placed on top of the soup noodles in turn, bite Going down, the sloppy heart is slightly waxy, entangled between the lips and teeth...
Yan Yu breathed a sigh of relief.
Mother Rong still has a solution.
Large lasagna noodles are served, with meat, vegetables and eggs. It is very affordable. The most important thing is that there is soup. When the noodles are in the belly, there is soup soaked in it, so you can feel full even if you are not full.
Not long after, the sound of the old lady of the Qi family pumping the soles of her shoes came from the Qi family next door.
Yan Lao Er hurriedly handed over the charcoal accounts to Yan Yu.
Following Qi Da and the other three went to the old place in the forest to burn charcoal.
Three large mounds are not enough, so more must be added.
In addition to completing the order at hand, he also needs to store some more, and he has enough stock.
Yan Yu was reluctant to write directly in the notebook, so she first wrote and drew on the ground with a wooden stick.
He muttered in a low voice: "Our family takes the lion's share of the charcoal business, but at that time my father didn't agree on the ratio with the three uncles of the Qi family. Now let me calculate how much is appropriate? There is no standard. Isn't this a cheating girl?" .”
At her request, Li Xuemei removed the paper bag containing the seeds on the platform and ordered a book for her.
Don't say it, this paper feels different, and it feels kind to the touch.
"You calculate the cost first." Li Xuemei said suddenly: "We will have to buy the forest land sooner or later, as well as the cost of entering the city and the cost of the round trip, all of which must be included in the calculation."
Yan Yu thought about it and understood what her mother meant.
"You mean, we can't rely on the three treasures, so it doesn't count as loss of livestock?"
"Well, I don't want others to feel surprised. We can't have differences in our hearts. We are not separated. All accounts must be checked. All the money we earn has its source, which is clear." Li Xuemei said slowly. .
Yan Yu agrees with this point, just live as ordinary people, as long as they are calm, no one can see that there is something wrong with them.
What is the highest state of a liar? I have lied to myself, and I believe in it.
"Forest land has to be bought. We will continue to harm the trees in the forest in the future. I am afraid that some people will have opinions after a long time. It is our own land. We can also replant while cutting down and plant some fast-growing trees. In the future, charcoal will be burned every year, and the supply will be inexhaustible, and the burning will be endless."
Thinking of growing fast, we have to mention the plant bamboo.
Born every year, every year is old, bamboo shoots can be eaten, bamboo branches are used for various purposes, and even the charcoal that is burned has a proper name, which is called bamboo charcoal.
Yan Yu felt that bamboo must be credited. If there is an opportunity, try to see if it can be planted in Guanzhou.
"Mother, you said that my father and the four of them are enough for burning charcoal? I mean, if we continue to work all year round and the business grows, will we add more people?" Yan Yu asked.
Li Xuemei: "Of course, your father will not only focus on charcoal, he will not let go of anything that can make money."
Yan Yu nodded, showing a row of neat little teeth: "I thought so too. Dad used to be like this. He wanted to sell whatever he wanted to make money. His small shop has everything, and the funds have been pressed a lot..."
Li Xuemei glanced at her and said, "Don't say this in front of your father, he thinks it's possible, and no one can steal his business."
Yan Yu assured: "Don't worry, mother, I won't discourage my father's enthusiasm.
But in this case, I think 25% is an appropriate ratio. "
Li Xuemei calculated in her heart, and nodded slowly.
"I think so too."
Li Xuemei glanced at the eldest nephew and eldest niece who were still asleep, shook her head, and said softly, "Wait a little longer."
Yan Yu sat back again, scratching her heart, with a calm expression on her face.
Finally got through until the big brother and big sister fell asleep.
The two women moved away in a tacit understanding.
The two heads got together and looked at it for a while.
Yan Yu was the first to ask a question: "Why do you look at it...not making paper...like...reusing waste paper?"
Li Xuemei also felt the same, and patiently read it again from the beginning, and said affirmatively: "It is the method of rewashing and beating old paper into pulp, and then processing it into paper. It looks quite simple, and it should not be difficult to learn."
It is also written above, as long as you master the skills of scooping and baking paper.
The biggest expense is the need for a fire wall. His newly built house has six sides, which can be pasted on whichever side you want.
Yan Yu deduced it carefully in her mind, and found that it was as simple as her mother said.
Compared with the several processes in memory and the need for time to ferment and make paper, recycled paper is faster and less labor-intensive.
I just don’t know whether the used waste paper can be collected, so it is not cheap.
"The paper made by this method may be a bit dark in color." Li Xuemei said.
Yan Yu: …
"So, if we make this paper, there is a high probability that it won't sell for a high price."
She couldn't laugh or cry.
I'm afraid that the toilet paper will be whiter than it when they make it.
As soon as Yan Laoer came back, he heard such bad news.
"It's still recycled paper!" He said anxiously: "It's not easy to sell, we have realized the freedom to use paper, so we can use it at any time, but if we sell it...it's worthless!"
"Make it first and then talk, even if it only saves money for calligraphy practice." Li Xuemei said.
Yan Yu agreed: "Yes, Dad, what you save is what you earn.
You need it the most, think about the county school, Dad! "
Yan's second son was stunned.
Suddenly, I found that this recycled paper is a good match for me. If I want to practice handwriting quickly, I can’t just write on the big rocks on the ground. Writing on paper is the best way to feel and master the skills of writing. He is really reluctant to part with good paper. There is no burden on my heart to reuse this waste paper, and I can use it casually.
"What other tools do you need?"
"Bamboo curtains for papermaking, and flat wooden boards." After thinking about it, Yan Yu thinks about these two things.
Yan Er Er said: "Try it with our household waste paper first, what about washing paper?"
"Let's sew a bag, tie the rope tightly, put it in the river, and let the water wash it away, which is easier than washing it by ourselves." Yan Yu praised her wit.
Yan's second son lost most of his interest in making paper, and immediately found a substitute.
"Where's the bamboo slip for making sugar? How did you write it?" He asked hopefully.
Li Xuemei happened to pick up this roll of bamboo slips to read.
Hearing his question, he wanted to laugh a little, and said: "We all ate it when we were young, but I didn't expect to have the opportunity to make it by ourselves..."
Yan Yu's curiosity was also aroused.
Looking at her mother brightly.
Li Xuemei: "Maltose."