The system asked me to be a teacher

Chapter 67
"Huchihuchi..." Facing the fried dough sticks and pickled vegetables on the table, Long Aotian and Fang Zhenyuan's mouths were full of oil.

In order to hurry, the two hired a car to drive here at 5 o'clock in the morning, and now their chests are already hungry.

Fang Zhenyuan swallowed a deep-fried dough stick in one gulp, and at the same time gave a thumbs-up: "Uncle, your bean curd is absolutely delicious!"

As for the address of Grand Master Tai Shimu, of course it was just a joke between the two of them, and they changed their words as soon as they entered the room.

Father Confucius proudly said: "Of course, this tofu nao is your teacher's favorite, the soybeans used are picked out one by one, and the stew is the most authentic brine.

Let me tell you a little secret, apart from good ingredients, the most important thing is to clean the food.

Those who sell breakfast on the street do too much and don't have time to pick out the bad soybeans, so you will have a strange taste when you drink it. "

Mother Kong also smiled and said, "Let your uncle cook braised fish for you at noon, and the taste will be authentic!"

Kong Meng stared at him, "What about noon, go back to me immediately after eating, it's only been two days, and you started skipping class again, right?"

Long Aotian waved his hands indifferently: "Mr. Kong, even if you're not here, we have nothing to do even if we go back to school? It's better to stay here, and I can ask you any questions I don't understand."

Fang Zhenyuan opened the bag: "Look, we brought all our homework here."

Seeing that the two of them took out a thick stack of textbooks and exercise sets, Confucius and Mencius...

His tone finally softened: "Then you can't skip class, isn't there still Teacher Xie in the class?"

Long Aotian shook his head: "Mr. Kong, to be honest, although Mr. Xie's lectures are not bad, they are still incomparable to you."

Fang Zhenyuan also said: "Yes, everyone is used to your lectures, but others can't listen to them at all."

Confucius and Mencius: "..."

Shaking his head helplessly, Kong Meng had no choice but to call Xie Meixuan and tell them about their visit.

Then he assigned excessive learning tasks to the two of them, and solemnly stated that he would check carefully.

He thought that the two of them would protest, but they finished their meal quickly, and found a secluded room to review without saying a word.

Seeing this, Kong Ren gave a thumbs up in admiration: "Brother, you are really good! I just asked for leave and went back to my hometown, and the students came here. You are definitely the first in the whole country."

Kong Meng smiled. Although he was very angry on the surface, he was very relieved that the two of them could come.

"Dad, this is the method of making wine that I wrote overnight. You can read it first, and ask me if you don't understand."

Father Kong waved his hand indifferently: "Give it to your brother. He is young and quick to learn, and it is more convenient for you brothers to communicate."

Kong Ren was about to pick him up when someone knocked on the door again.

Confucius and Mencius thought it was Fang Qiong who had arrived, so he went over to open it, but saw three or four men standing outside the door, the leader of which was Kong Fang, the head of Kongjia Village.

"Hey, when did Mencius come back?"

At this time, Kongmeng also came back to his senses: "I just arrived at home last night, Uncle Fang, have you eaten yet? Come in!"

Kong Fang was two years younger than Confucius' father, and in terms of seniority, he and Confucius and Mencius were still in the same family.

Father Confucius also stood up, and the two sides exchanged polite greetings. After everyone entered the yard and sat down, he asked, "Old Fang, is there anything wrong with you coming so early?"

"This..." Kong Fang hesitated.

A young man beside him said: "Uncle Fang, you can just say it directly, this is nothing shameful."

Father Confucius also said: "Yes, we have been friends for so many years, so there is no need to shy away from it."

Only then did Kong Fang sigh: "Didn't you tell me a few days ago that you wanted to set up a winery? After discussing it, the guys felt that it was not safe, so they wanted to wait."

Father Kong became anxious when he heard this: "Wait? The black grapes in the field are ripe now, and if they are not handled in time, they will rot immediately.

There are so many places in our village, waiting for one more day may cost tens of thousands of dollars! "

Kong Fang was in a dilemma: "But Brother Kong, I can't decide this matter alone..."

Father Kong calmed down his mood: "I know you are in a difficult situation, why don't you suffer any more, and talk to everyone carefully, and clarify the interests in person, I think they will understand..."

The young man who spoke just now saw that the two were entangled, and immediately interrupted: "Uncle Fang, if you can't speak, just let me speak.

Uncle Kong, we Ming people don’t talk dark words. Everyone gave up investing in your winery. It’s not because they don’t know the pros and cons, but because they don’t trust your ability to run a factory. "

Confucius and Mencius knew that this person was called Dakui, with a straightforward personality and a sense of loyalty, he was the leader of the younger generation in Kongjia Village.

Father Confucius was taken aback: "Don't trust me? Is it unfair for me to share dividends?"

Da Kui said: "Of course not, to be honest, your dividends are very kind, if you really look at it in detail, your family has suffered a lot!
But everyone is concerned about other aspects. Setting up a factory cannot be completed in a day or two. What if it fails?
I heard that the wine you sent for testing was directly judged unqualified by the food safety department.

Let’s not talk about whether the unqualified items can be sold, even if they are sold, what should we do if there is a problem? "

Father Confucius laughed when he heard the words: "You don't have to worry about that. Mencius came back this time with complete wine-making technology. Our wine will definitely not go wrong."

Da Kui looked at Kong Meng in surprise: "Didn't Brother Meng study in a normal school? When did he become a brewer?"

Kong Meng explained: "This method was provided by a classmate of mine who studies brewing technology. When the work officially starts, I can ask him to help check it."

In this situation, Confucius and Mencius had to make up a classmate, as long as he survived first, he could think of a way later.

Da Kui shook his head: "Actually, winemaking technology is not the main reason. Everyone can trust Uncle Kong's character. I just want to ask, can the villagers get money immediately when they send grapes to the winery?"

"This..." Father Kong said truthfully, "It's not that you don't know about our situation. I can only guarantee that when the wine is sold, I will definitely settle the grape debt immediately."

"The Goudan who can open the winery is willing to buy all the purple grapes in everyone's hands at the price of 1 yuan and 2 catties."

"What?" Father Kong stood up, "1 yuan and 2? Although the price is higher than 8 cents, it will still pay a lot of money!"

Kong Meng heard from his father that the cost of planting purple grapes is about 1 to 8 yuan per catty. If they are sold at a price of 2 yuan, one-third of the cost will be lost.

Dakui sighed: "There's no other way, if you can take back a little bit, it's a little bit! Uncle Kong, the matter has already been discussed, so we won't keep it any longer.

If you want to sell grapes, you can also contact Goudan, your fruit is sweet and full, just talk to Goudan, the transaction price may be higher. "

A group of people came and went quickly, and Confucius wanted to fight, but was held back by Confucius.

He said: "Dad, haven't you understood yet? The conditions proposed by our family seem to be generous, but the return of funds is slow and the risk is high. You told them earlier that they really had no choice but to agree.

Now that some people are willing to collect grapes at a high price, it is natural to sell them quickly to avoid long nights and dreams. "

Confucian father said helplessly: "But doing so will bring you a lot of money!"

Kong Ren obviously knows more than his father: "Their family is different from ours. Our family has 500 mu of grapes, and each of them has a maximum of 50 mu. No matter how much they pay, it will be [-] to [-] mu."

Kong's mother gritted her teeth and said, "It's only one or two million yuan. Our family can't afford it. His father, hurry up and find Goudan and sell our grapes. The money you sell is enough to hire people to work next year." gone."

Kong Ren agreed: "Yeah, I guess Goudan doesn't have a lot of cash in hand, and he might not accept it when it's too late."

"I... hey..."

Father Confucius seemed to be ten years older. Did the ardent expectations when cutting the seedlings at the beginning of the year, the sweat and hard work of a year, just go to waste?

But he knew that what his wife and son said was right. If he went a little later, he might not even be able to sell it for 1 yuan.

Seeing that his father had already walked to the gate, Kong Meng gritted his teeth and stopped him again: "Wait..."

(End of this chapter)