The fool has become a spirit, and she can speak

Shang Xi said: "Auntie, you have reminded me."

"Cheng Feng, send someone to the nearby countryside to see if there is anyone looking for work. If there are a few of them, let them learn how to roll cigarettes. If they learn how to roll tobacco, let them go home and roll cigarettes."

Cheng Feng said: "If this is the case, let alone fifty cars, five hundred cars can also be made."

Aunt Chen said: "Do you have to do so much? The wages are pretty old."

Aunt Chen was happy that everyone had work to do, but at the same time she was worried that the young couple had paid everyone too much and would not be able to make back their capital.

"Auntie, money is not an issue, as long as there is someone to do the work."

This thing is to help each other, everyone has work to do, and they also have money to make.

It would be great if everyone were like Aunt Chen. The cigarette rolled in Aunt Chen's hands was like magic, and she could roll one in just ten seconds.

In just a few words, a dozen cigarettes were rolled out.

Aunt Chen said with a smile: "It's not easy to find this person. It's like picking up money for nothing. If you find someone with quick hands, you can make a lot of copper coins a day. It's not as easy for a strong laborer to make money."

Shang Xi smiled and said, "My aunt still has a way. Why didn't Cheng Feng and I think of it?"

Aunt Chen smiled and said, "You two send me back, and I'll start everyone rolling cigarettes. I can make as many cigarettes as you want."

It used to be easy to say that I would send him back, but Beicheng is a place of right and wrong, so it would be better to go there less often.

Aunt Chen looked at the two squirming people and said, "Whoever earns this money will earn it. I know that you two don't want to contact people in the village, so you don't need to come out to find this person. I will find him."

How could Aunt Chen know the pain in these two people's hearts? What they were worried about now was not the people in the village, but the people of the Wan family.

Wanjia people are like dog-skin plasters, they cannot be taken off if they get on them.

Cheng Feng saw that his aunt was so active in helping them share the burden, so he said: "Aunt, I will ask someone to send you back in a few days. We will prepare the materials in the next few days, and then we will bring you back directly. You can help us find someone to roll cigarettes."

Ever since Cheng Feng saw the five million taels of silver, he believed that this cigarette could make a lot of money, so he was more positive than Shang Xi.

Although the communication here is not developed, the speed of message transmission is not slow.

As soon as the news got out, the cigarette factory set up by Boss Qian was already overcrowded with people, all of whom came to learn. Once they learned how to do it, they could take some cut tobacco and cigarette papers and go home to roll cigarettes.

The method given by Aunt Chen was very effective. After a few days, someone brought over the finished cigarettes. Those that were qualified were kept, and those that were not qualified were reworked.

This speed is actually quite fast, several times exceeding their original plan.

Cheng Feng would report the situation of the cigarettes to Shang Xi from time to time. After hearing this, Shang Xi only said: "You can figure it out."

Cheng Feng felt that Shang Xi didn't care about cigarettes.

Looking at Shang Xi who was talking to him absent-mindedly, he said, "Are you listening to me?"

Shang Xi shook the book in his hand and said, "Don't you see that I'm busy? I really don't have time to talk to you."

Cheng Feng deliberately went up to take a look for Monk Xi's sake.

I didn’t understand it at first glance, “What is that?”

Shang Xi smiled and said, "I'm studying candles."

"Studying candles for what? What?"

"It's the same as the oil lamp we use."

Cheng Feng hugged Shang Xi and said, "Then just use a kerosene lamp and study what it can do."

His hands pinched Shang Xi's waist, making Shang Xi chuckle.

Shang Xi smiled and said, "This can also be sold for money."

Cheng Feng's eyes lit up: "Sell for money?"

Shang Xi stretched out his hand to pull Cheng Feng's pinched hand and said, "Don't disturb me yet. I'll look into a small business for the two of us."

"Then it won't be long after this."

Just as the two were tearing each other apart, a "Mother" sound startled them both.

Shang Xi hit Cheng Feng on the chest with his elbow and said, "Your son is hungry. Ask Xinyue to come and feed the child."

Cheng Feng picked up Cheng Youning and said with a smile, "Come on, call me daddy."

"Daddy."

Cheng Feng felt a special sense of accomplishment when he called daddy, and his whole body and mind felt comfortable. This was the result of him letting Cheng Youning practice when he had nothing to do.

Cheng Feng, who had ulterior motives, got up and sent the child to Xinyue's room. When he came back, he found that Shang Xi was no longer in the room.

After searching around, it turned out that Shang Xi was guarding a pot and lighting a fire in the side room. There were some things in the pot that he couldn't understand. He didn't know when Shang Xi bought these things at home.

"You came just in time, give me a hand."

According to Shang Xi's wishes, the wax in the pot boiled up. Shang Xi took a wick and dipped it in the pot over and over again, and finally made a crooked candle.

"This is the candle."

"Oh, that doesn't look good."

But if I use fire, it becomes really bright.

Looking at the dancing firelight, Cheng Feng said with certainty: "This candle is really better than an oil lamp."

Shang Xi shook his head, with a look of disappointment on his face, "It looks so bad."

Cheng Feng stared at the bent candle and said, "Is it not straight enough or thick enough? If it is thicker, it will take longer."

"Yes, this crooked one is too ugly. I can barely use it myself. I definitely can't sell it."

Cheng Feng said: "This is easy to handle, just straighten the wick."

"Do you have a solution?"

"You can try."

After a while, Cheng Feng developed a tool, which was a wooden frame. He wrapped a lot of wicks on it, so that he could make many candles at one time.

This is a great way to do more than one thing with one stone.

Looking at the thing in front of him, Shang Xi was looking forward to it.

Within two cups of tea, dozens of candles were made by Cheng Feng. Shang Xi said, "Cheng Feng, you are so powerful. You can think of such a method."

Cheng Feng smiled and pulled out his knife, and with two cuts he cut off dozens of candles. They were all the same size and thickness, neat and beautiful.

Cheng Feng lit one with fire and showed it to Shang Xi, "Shang Xi, your understanding is so good. This time you won't feel the oil lamp burning your eyes at night."

Cheng Feng always thought that too many oil lamps were lit in the house, so there would be smoke in the eyes, but now it seems that is not the case, because there are better things that can replace the oil lamps.

Shang Xi could only admit against her will that she had a good understanding. Recently, she really disliked the oil lamp that was lit at night because it didn't work well and produced fumes. If she read for a while by the kerosene lamp, her eyes would be uncomfortable, no matter how small the smoke was. Also smokes the eyes.

She painstakingly studied this candle firstly for herself, and secondly so that people here can also use things like candles. If the times want to progress, new things must be incorporated, and the people here should need this candle.

Cheng Feng had endless candles for Shang Xi, and also for the small business Shang Xi mentioned, he constantly improved the tools for making candles, with the main purpose of saving time and effort.