Reborn Ugly Girl Farming to Support the Family

Zheng Chunhua turned off the lights in the room and forced herself to stop thinking about the man kneeling in the yard.

Zhao Yuliang, who was kneeling in the yard at this moment, looked at the lights in his wife's room turned off, with a look of disappointment on his face.

It seems that the wife is really angry this time, otherwise she would have felt sorry for him a long time ago.

He sat down on the ground dejectedly, and then he began to panic, wondering if his wife really didn't want him this time.

When Mrs. Zheng saw that the light in her daughter's room was off, she couldn't help but smile. Fortunately, her daughter didn't act stupid again this time.

"Dashan, go to the yard and wake up your brother-in-law. Ask your wife to arrange a room for him in the outer yard for him to stay in first."

Zheng Dashan quickly responded, "Hey, Mom, I'll go right away."

Zheng Dashan came to the yard and looked at Zhao Yuliang who looked depressed and said, "Get up. Don't kneel here. I wonder what our family has done to you."

Zhao Yuliang was pulled up by Zheng Dashan in a listless manner. His knees had been numb for a long time, and he grimaced in pain when he stood up.

He still wanted to talk to Zheng Dashan, but Zheng Dashan ignored him.

They took him to the outer courtyard and gave him a room, and then they ignored him no more.

After that, Zhao Yuliang lived at home, but no one in the family paid any attention to him.

I just delivered three meals a day to him and didn't chase him away, which made me feel like I was leaving him to fend for himself.

In a blink of an eye, a few days passed and Zhao Yuliang hadn't seen his wife and children yet.

Zheng Xiaoman has been busy again recently. She didn't expect that the sausages made in the workshop would sell so well.

Cuihua came to see her today and said, "Xiaoman, we don't have enough staff in our workshop. Do you think we should recruit some more people?"

Cao Jun sent several orders in the past few days, and the twenty or so people there have been working overtime almost every day.

Zheng Xiaoman also knew that everyone had worked hard, and because of her aunt's affairs recently, she had not had time to recruit anyone.

"Okay, then let's recruit ten more people."

Cuihua nodded, "Do you have a suitable candidate in mind?"

Zheng Xiaoman shook his head and said, "The aunts I'm more familiar with are already in the workshop, and I haven't had much contact with the rest of the villagers.

How about this, you ask the ladies in our workshop if they have anyone to recommend."

Cuihua smiled and responded, "Okay, then I'll go ask first."

Then she added, "Oh, there's one more thing. The fat left over from making sausages was boiled into lard and sold to Manager Cao as you requested.

But there are also a lot of lard residues left over from boiling oil every day. Some of it is used in cooking in the workshop every day, but there is still a lot left.

The weather is too hot, and the lard residue won't last long even with salt. What do you think we should do with it?"

Zheng Xiaoman really ignored this problem. She was a cook in her previous life and had never worked in a company or factory, let alone had any experience in running a factory.

This inevitably resulted in many unexpected things happening when she was managing the workshop.

"I really haven't thought about what you said. How much lard residue can our workshop produce every day?"

Cuihua thought about it and realized that the workshop produces about 20 to 30 kilograms of lard residue every day, and about one kilogram is used for cooking in the kitchen at noon and at night.

Sometimes Manager Cao would take some away, and the remaining lard would be put into jars and stored in the cellar.

Fortunately, there was a lot of ice in the cellar, otherwise the lard would have gone bad long ago."

Zheng Xiaoman exclaimed, "Then we have accumulated a lot of lard residue now, right?"

"Of course, the jars we bought are almost full. That's why I came to ask you what to do. It would be a pity if they went bad."

This lard residue is meat after all, but their family usually doesn't want to eat too much of it.

It would be really sad if all these things were left to spoil in the cellar. It would be a waste of good things.

Zheng Xiaoman would definitely not waste it so much. She thought for a while before speaking: "We must not keep this lard residue any longer. Let's put it this way. From now on, the employees in our workshop can buy the lard residue first.

As for the price, it’s eight cents per pound, which is considered a benefit for employees.

The rest were sold to the villagers at a price of ten cents each.

In this way, those who have some financial resources at home will not care about the ten cents and will always buy some food to eat.

Of course, this is the price we sell to people in our own village. It can’t be so cheap for others to buy from us.

I'll find someone to be in charge of selling to the village. You can ask Qiumei to register how much he takes away and how much is left over every day."

The price she asked for was really not high. After all, more than three pounds of fat can only produce about one pound of oil residue.

Although there is not much meat in the oil residue, it still has the meaty taste.

It is also very good to buy it and stew it or use it as stuffing.

Cuihua's eyes lit up when she heard this. "Really? Can we really buy it home?"

They ate in the workshop every day at noon and in the evening, and there was always some oil residue in the dishes.

But not every meal at home would have oil stains on it. She only paid 8 cents for a pound of oil residue, which was enough for the family to eat for several days.

Zheng Xiaoman smiled and nodded, "Of course it's real. How can it be fake? Tell everyone later. Ask Qiumei to put it down and the money can be deducted from her salary at the end of the month."

There was no other way. Among them, only Qiumei was educated and could write, so this job had to be given to her.

Now she is the only one responsible for recording the incoming and outgoing goods in the workshop, which is similar to the work of modern warehouse management.

She was responsible for reconciling the accounts at the end of each month. Fortunately, Qiumei was a meticulous person and there were basically no mistakes in the accounts.

Cuihua exclaimed happily, "Hey, then I must buy two kilograms today."

"Oh, by the way, we need to sell the fried dough that we have stored for a long time. After all, it has been many days, and it will go bad if it is left there any longer.

How about this, if it’s been stored for more than seven days, it will be sold at five cents per pound.”

Cuihua's eyes became brighter and brighter, and they looked like two big searchlights.

"Xiao Man, you are so kind. Everyone will be very happy if they know about this."

Apart from these few people, all the others in the workshop are married women.

These aunts want the men and children in their families to eat well rather than themselves.

Now they can improve their family’s food by spending the least amount of money, it would be strange if they are not happy.

"Hey, Xiaoman, I'm going to go back first. I'll quickly tell everyone about this good news."

Seeing Cuihua jumping away, Zheng Xiaoman shook his head in amusement.

Just now she wanted to say that this girl looked silly before, but now she really has the feeling of a strong woman when doing things.

Looking at her now, well, she is still that silly little girl.

After Cuihua returned to the workshop, she first talked to everyone and asked them to see if there was anyone suitable to recommend to the workshop.

Everyone has sisters-in-law or relatives in their family, so we will immediately hand over this matter to them.

Then, Cuihua talked to everyone about buying oil residue.