The doomsday gangster travels back to the 70s to be an educated youth in the countryside

"Tell me a price." Tang Jihai looked at the beans in the yard, calculating the cost in his mind.

The supply and marketing cooperative's oil is [-] cents more than a catty, and you have to ask for a fuel ticket. He doesn't want the fuel ticket and sells it for [-] cents. Of course, this is the wholesale price.

His edible oil factory, like Datang Clothing Wholesale, takes the wholesale route.

Wholesale small profits but high sales, and then use the money earned to expand the scale of the factory, and strive to make a nationally famous edible oil in 85.

"Young man, it's sold for ten cents a catty outside. If you can get a hundred and eighty catties, I'll sell it to you for nine cents cheaper."

After the village head Han finished speaking, he was very embarrassed. The ones grown in his own land can be sold for five or six cents.

Tang Jihai quickly thought about the prices of soybean oil and raw materials, as well as the labor costs and machine losses during production.

It can make money, but it really takes a lot to make money.

"I want a thousand catties, what do you think of seven cents?"

No business, no rape, he, Tang Jihai, has to make money, right?

Eight hundred catties?

Village head Han thought he was deaf and blinded, and said, "One hundred and eighty catties is worth nine cents, and it takes one year of service to get this little bean. It's too cheap..."

Before he could finish speaking, Tang Jihai raised his hand to interrupt, "Village Chief, I want a thousand or eight hundred catties, not a thousand catties, not a hundred catties!"

Village head Han stopped on the spot, "One, one thousand catties?"

Stuttering, he confirmed in disbelief, "Is it really worth a thousand catties?"

Tang Jihai was very patient, "Yes, a thousand catties, if the beans are of good quality, I will collect them later."

When Village Chief Han heard 'will collect later', he couldn't be more excited.

"So, how about seven cents a catty?" Tang Jihai said bluntly, "I opened a soybean oil factory, and I can pay with soybean oil in the future."

"Okay, okay!" Village Chief Han said three good words in one breath, which was enough to see his desire for oil.

"Look, my beans are very good, you just use them!" Village head Han suppressed his joy a little, and strongly recommended his own beans, for fear that Tang Jihai would not know the quality of his beans.

Seven cents a catty of beans doesn’t sound like much, but the yield of beans per mu is between 28 and 280 catties. Calculated at [-] catties, one mu of soybeans can be sold for [-] yuan, and ten acres of land can be planted for [-] yuan.

Now that we have just entered the 80s, the wages of urban workers are only 50 yuan, which is only about [-] yuan a year.

However, thinking this way is a bit taken for granted. Crops that are not staple foods are not grown on a large scale, and each family only plants half an acre of land, which is enough for them to eat.

The village head's family planted half an mu of land, which must not be enough for a thousand catties.

The village head actively recommended, "The one in front of my house, his soybeans are growing well, not worse than mine. Do you want him to take a look at the beans?"

Tang Jihai nodded. He didn't care who it was, as long as the quality was good.

Village head Han wrinkled his face with a smile, and hurried to the next door to tell them.

Most of the people in Nanye Village have the surname Han, and they belong to the same family, so if you call an old Han, seven or eight big men will turn around.

Village head Han shouted loudly: "Old Han, Old Han!"

"What are you shouting for? I'm not deaf." An old man came out of the room, older than Village Chief Han, trembling on crutches and slightly lame.

"A good thing!" Village Chief Han explained the situation, "The good things are all about you."

Sure enough, old man Han was also very happy, and hurried to the house, "Quickly, quickly, take out this bag of soybeans and show it to others."

Village head Han returned with a big bag of soybeans, "How do you see it?"

Tang Jihai reached into the bottom of the bag and took out a handful of beans, which were not bad in size, not damaged much, and dried out in the sun.

"Then look at how many you have in your home and how many your neighbors have. I'll take all of them if they pass the quality standard."

"Good good."

After negotiating the price, the next step is to bag the soybeans in the yard and transport them away.

"Director Tang, how can this be transported to your factory?" Village Chief Han was so excited just now that he didn't realize the biggest transportation problem.

"Hold on."

Tang Jihai squeezed his index finger and thumb, put it on his lips and blew a loud chant.

After a while, a tricycle came suddenly, and Li Dashan jumped out of the driver's seat, "Director, the car is coming, should these be loaded into the car?"

That's right, Tang Jihai fooled Li Dashan and Wang Dehua, oh no, he was invited to drive and deliver goods for him.

When Village Chief Han saw that there were still tricycles, he was even more convinced that Tang Jihai was the factory director.

At this time, if a village can have a tractor, it is considered a wealthy village. It is unthinkable for a private person to own a car, so what does it mean?
It means that this tricycle belongs to the factory!

He hurriedly went to the field to yell, and called back his own sons and the sons of old man Han's family, and weighed them together and moved them to the car.

The sons were very happy after hearing Village Chief Han's words, and they walked back much more briskly.

The soybean family at home sells four to five hundred catties, and can get three to forty yuan!

Soon, the weighing was over, accounts were settled, and Tang Jihai and Li Dashan left.

A thousand catties of soybeans only yield about three hundred catties of oil, which is far from enough for a factory's oil production.

Oil is not easy to buy at this time, and each person only has half a catty of oil per month, so why is there so little oil?

One is because grain production is low at this time, and there are fewer crops for oil extraction.

The second is that oil extraction technology has not developed, and neither the output nor the output per catty is high, resulting in a serious shortage of vegetable oil.

So many people eat animal oil, buy some lard and can eat meat and oil.

Nowadays, people are generally short of oil and water, and it is okay to eat some animal oil, but it will definitely not work when life gets better in the future.

Otherwise, why do future generations eat vegetable oil?

Animal oil is rich in animal fat, and eating it for a long time in the later period is not good for your health.

His goal is to develop corn oil extraction methods and machines in advance.

The yield of corn is definitely higher than that of soybeans and peanuts, and the price of raw materials is also cheaper. This will allow more people to eat oil and make more money.

However, things come one by one, and the steps are taken step by step. If you walk fast or take a long step, it is easy to tear the egg.

The two returned to the factory, unloaded the soybeans, and then Li Dashan and Wang Dehua went out to collect soybeans.

All the workers in the factory have been recruited, the women are sorting soybeans, and the other workers are performing their duties.

The machine also started to work rumblingly. Although everything is just at the beginning, as long as everyone cooperates well, it will soon be on the right track.

Sure enough, after a month of everyone's exploration, all links have been able to operate normally.

At this time, it was not long before the New Year of 82, and there were more and more orders. Xie Cheng only had five salesmen under his command, but each order was several hundred catties.

For a large factory like a cannery, two catties of oil per person is used as a benefit for workers during the Chinese New Year. There are more than 500 people in the factory, and more than 1000 catties of oil are needed.

The machines at the Datang Edible Oil Factory were running day and night, and the number of workers was doubled, working in three shifts.