70 lucky little group pet

In the evening, when Xie Cheng brought the news, both of Lin Xiao's hands were full of flour. Fifty catties was only the weight of half a bag of wheat, but making fifty catties of spicy strips was not an easy task.

Just making beef tendon noodles can make people exhausted.

Lin Xiao complained, "Why is there no machine for pressing beef tendon noodles? It's too tiring to do it by hand."

Xie Cheng listened to Lin Xiao's words, "I will write to my second uncle in the evening to ask if there is any in the provincial capital."

Lin Xiao nodded and didn't have high hopes. At most, he had a noodle making machine. The production of beef tendon noodles is much more complicated than noodles.

Eight taels of beef tendon noodles can be made from one catty of noodles, and with seasoning added later, fifty catties of spicy noodles can be made from almost fifty catties of noodles.

The whole family, together with Xie Cheng, hurried to make [-] catties of spicy strips in the middle of the night.

As soon as it was slightly bright the next day, the big yellow dog in the yard began to bark.

The wooden door was slapped.

Lin Xiao rubbed her eyes, got up and put on her clothes, and hurried to open the door without washing.

Standing outside the door was Xie Cheng, who was also still asleep, his hair was fluffy and messed up like a chicken coop, his eyelids were drooping, and his whole face was full of laziness.

But Zhu Dazhuang standing beside him was full of energy, which was in stark contrast to Xie Cheng's expression.

"Hello, big sister, I'm Zhu Dazhuang." Zhu Dazhuang greeted warmly, without underestimating Lin Xiao because of his young age.

Lin Xiao understood what was going on in his heart, he came to pick up the spicy strips.

Lin Xiao opened the door to welcome the two of them in. Fang Zhi and Lin Xiu both got up, and when they saw Zhu Dazhuang sitting in the yard drinking tea, they thumped. It was true that Zhu Dazhuang was not only black, but also strong, and he had been slaughtering pigs for a long time. When buying pork, there is a smoldering look in his eyes, and those who don't know it think they are here to ask for a bill.

Lin Xiaoke couldn't carry the fifty catties of spicy sticks, so she asked Xie Cheng to help her out.

Because I haven't found a suitable plastic bag yet, and there is a lot of oil in the spicy strips, it can't be packed in ordinary bags at all, so the spicy strips can only be temporarily placed in large porcelain basins, and four porcelain basins with [-] catties are placed at once.

They just moved out one by one and put them on the table in front of Zhu Dazhuang.

"Fifty catties of hot strips are here. I don't know how you got here. Can you take them back?" Lin Xiao wanted to wipe his forehead, but when he thought that his hands touched the porcelain basin just now, it must have been stained. The chili oil is definitely not suitable for rubbing your face.

Xie Cheng took out a small blue handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to Lin Xiao.

Lin Xiao didn't care about the style, and just wiped his face.

Zhu Dazhuang brought the scale himself, weighed it, and estimated it to be a little more than fifty catties.

He was very satisfied, and said with a smile, "Let's settle the account according to the price at the beginning. Fifty catties of spicy strips, a total of 15 yuan."

A cyan big unity was put on the table, and there were five one-dollar bills beside it.

Zhu Dazhuang said again, "From now on, I will come here every morning to get fifty catties of spicy sticks. What do you think?"

He said this to Lin Xiao. Although he didn't have much contact with him, he already knew from his behavior and conversation just now that Lin Xiao is in charge of the business of Latiao.

How can there be no reason for customers who send it to their door in vain?
"Yes, yes, but we need to renegotiate the price." Lin Xiao pulled the chair and sat down, and at the same time motioned Zhu Dazhuang to sit down as well, "I'll tell you the truth, our spicy noodles are made of white flour, and the price of wheat You also know that for a catty of two cents, a catty of wheat can only produce eight taels of flour, and a catty of flour can only make seven or eight taels of spicy noodles. In this way, we can't make a pound of spicy noodles. A few dollars, and what I give you is always the cost price."

Zhu Dazhuang stared at Lin Xiao intently, "How much do you want per catty?"

If it is true what she said just now, the cost of a catty of spicy strips is [-] cents, but it is sold for [-] cents a catty, wouldn't it be a loss?
The spicy strips are not made of [-]% white flour. The cost price of a catty of spicy strips is [-] cents, and the price is [-] cents. One is that considering the current economic level, it is too expensive for everyone to afford, and the other is that Lin Xiao is going to sell the beef Gluten noodle spicy noodles follow the civilian route, and there will be other types of spicy noodles in the future. The production method is different, and the price is of course different.

"It's not that I have raised the price a lot. We are all business people. Let's open the skylight and speak honestly. In the future, when Boss Zhu comes to buy spicy strips, it will be [-] cents for less than [-] catties, and [-] cents per catty for more than [-] catties." The old price per catty, today is also my fault, and I suddenly raised the price, so today it is still at the price of [-] cents per catty, what do you think?"

Zhu Dazhuang savored Lin Xiao's words carefully. According to the situation when he brought the spicy strips to the county yesterday, let alone fifty catties, even one hundred catties could be sold.

He knew that the two people in the county were dressed in extraordinary clothes, and they must have sold the spicy strips in other places.

If the two of them knew that it was cheaper to buy spicy noodles from Lin Xiao, they would definitely not be willing to take his goods again. As long as he killed the spicy noodles, which was his family's exclusive food, he would make more money afterwards.

Businessmen, your eyes are about to be opened.

If it really sells well, it will be a big deal to buy one hundred catties and one hundred catties later.

After thinking about this, Zhu Dazhuang nodded. "OK, no problem."

Lin Xiao stood up, "If you also think there is no problem, let's sign a contract."

They also signed the contract, which is quite plausible.

Zhu Dazhuang complained in his heart, but when Lin Xiao took out the contract, he still signed his name with a simple smile on his face.

He still learned to write his name from his own child, and fortunately he learned to write his name, otherwise it would definitely make people laugh.

After signing the contract, Xie Cheng helped move the spicy sticks to Zhu Dazhuang's tricycle.

He had borrowed this tricycle from someone else, and it was the only tricycle in the whole town. Although he felt a little aggrieved riding it, it was much easier than holding the [-]-pound spicy stick.

After riding a tricycle for almost two hours, Zhu Dazhuang handed over the spicy strips to the big boss in the county town, earning 18 yuan at once.

Zhu Dazhuang was so happy that he killed a pig.

The eldest son and the younger son were so happy that even the wife didn't mention that he smelled like pigs, and it took an extra step to go to bed at night than usual.

Besides, on Lin Xiao's side, just after Zhu Dazhuang left, the family washed up, the cooks were cooking, and the vegetables were being washed, when someone knocked on the courtyard door again.

It was none other than Aunt Guo who came.

As soon as he entered the door, he pulled Lin Xiu and asked, "Xiu'er, do you still have those spicy noodles at home?"

Lin Xiu looked at Lin Xiao as if asking for help.

Lin Xiao flicked the drops of water on his hand, "Auntie, it's too unfortunate that you came here, the spicy sticks are all sold out."

"What?" Aunt Guo couldn't believe it. She came here early in the morning without even eating breakfast. Why did it sell out so quickly? "Who did you sell it to?"

Lin Xiao explained, "The boss in the town wants all fifty catties of spicy noodles."

Aunt Guo didn't expect the hot strips to be so popular, "Xiaoxiao, can you still make spicy strips? Although I can't afford fifty catties, ten catties is not much, right? If you can make it, hurry up and make it for me Come out, I'm in a hurry."

My uncle tasted the spicy strips delivered by Lin Xiu yesterday, and fell in love with them instantly.

There wasn't much at all, and my uncle ate all the rest.

Not only that, the uncle is from the county next door, and the daughter can't visit relatives a few times a year.

Seeing that my uncle really likes to eat, Aunt Guo came to Lin Xiu early in the morning and asked for a dozen catties for my uncle to take home to eat.

"It takes time to make spicy noodles. If you are really in a hurry, Auntie, I will try my best. Can you come and get them in the afternoon?"

"Go, go, go."