Reborn: Still want me to be the receiver? impossible

"Uncle, aunt, happy Mid-Autumn Festival!"

Shu Zhiqiang smiled slightly, and then placed the mooncake gift box and dessert gift box on the table.

"Hey, the strongman is here?"

Shu Long's face was filled with joy, and he quickly patted his hand on his dress, leaving two white slap marks.

Zhou Muying also quickly put down her chopsticks, wrapped two fried dough sticks in oil paper and handed them over: "Qiangzi. Try your aunt's fried dough sticks."

Perhaps it was because Shu Zhiqiang sent his family Qingqing to the experimental primary school, or because they now had no worries about food and drink.

After seeing Shu Zhiqiang again, they no longer felt that they didn't like each other when they were in the village.

However, Zhou Muying still liked to take advantage as always, and after handing the fried dough sticks to Shu Zhiqiang, she took the gift back.

When she saw the packaging of mooncakes and desserts, her eyes were full of surprises.

The packaging is so exquisite, it looks like high-end goods at first glance!

After Shu Zhiqiang gave Shu Long a cigarette, he took the fried dough stick and took a bite.

Crispy and fragrant…

One thing to say is that compared to the fried dough sticks fried by electric ovens in later generations, this kind is crisper and more delicious.

"Qiangzi, I don't have a stool here either..." Shu Long looked around and could only look at Shu Zhiqiang with an embarrassed face.

His stools had to be set up with wooden boards, and there was another stool where he had to sit on to make flour, so he couldn't ask the other party to sit down.

Shu Zhiqiang waved his hand and said, "It's okay. I won't sit down. I'll leave after saying two things."

Hearing this, Zhou Muying on the side suddenly thought of the topic just now.

So she quickly asked: "Qiangzi, are you talking about a thousand fried dough sticks?"

Shu Long frowned and scolded: "A thousand fried dough sticks, can Qiangzi eat that many?

You can't even tell this, it's just Hadron joking with us. "

Zhou Muying's eyes widened and she almost started a quarrel.

Shu Zhiqiang waved his hands quickly and explained: "Uncle, I'm not kidding you!"

"Starting from tomorrow, each of my gourmet restaurants will charge 330 fried dough sticks per day;

The three stores have a total of 1,000 sticks, and I will eat the extra ten sticks myself. "

Whether eating hot pot or spicy hotpot, fried dough sticks are a must-order ingredient for many people.

So Shu Zhiqiang had already planned to buy fried dough sticks from his uncle to supplement the ingredients in the store.

"Qiangzi! Are you serious?" After hearing Shu Zhiqiang's words, Shu Long confirmed again.

"Of course, I didn't come all this way to joke." Shu Zhiqiang nodded and affirmed.

Zhou Muying couldn't wait any longer, and hurriedly patted her chest and said, "Don't worry, Qiangzi, I will deliver the fried dough sticks to you on time every day."

"Then I'll bother you, ma'am." Shu Zhiqiang smiled and nodded.

Zhou Muying waved her hands quickly and said with a smile: "No trouble, no trouble, it's just the money..."

After saying that, she quickly explained: "Qiangzi, don't get me wrong, I'm not afraid that you won't give..."

Shu Zhiqiang waved his hand and said indifferently: "Don't worry, I will ask the store manager to pay you on the spot."

"Okay, okay..." Zhou Muying was so happy that her hands had nowhere to rest and could only keep rubbing them on her apron.

A fried dough stick costs five cents, and the profit is two and a half to three cents.

Ten cents is thirty cents, one thousand cents is thirty cents, the profit of thirty yuan a day is nine hundred yuan a month!

Coupled with the profits from retailing here, they will be able to buy an apartment in the city in a few months.

Thinking of this, Zhou Muying's face turned red with excitement.

"Qiangzi, thank you..." Shu Long said his heartfelt thanks after knowing that his nephew was not joking.

"No, we are just mutually beneficial." Shu Zhiqiang smiled slightly, and then told the other party about the village collective investment.

Shu Long was not on the original investment list for lobster farming, so Shu Zhiqiang knew that the other party was not involved.

This time, the main purpose is to ask the other party whether they are willing to participate in the investment in the soy product factory.

Shu Long and Zhou Muying were also stunned when they heard that the villagers had made three times the profit from cultivating lobsters.

But think about it, the couple now make a lot of money, several hundred yuan a month.

So Zhou Muying shook her head decisively and said with a smile: "Qiangzi, let your uncle and I forget it."

“We are very busy selling fried dough sticks at a stall right now, and we don’t have the energy to do any village collective investment;

So thank you for remembering your uncle, we will not participate..."

Shu Zhiqiang looked at Shu Long, who hesitated but nodded.

"Qiangzi, your aunt is right, our energy is limited..."

After some communication, Shu Zhiqiang also understood what the uncle and aunt meant.

He didn't force it, after all, it was the couple's choice.

So after telling him again to deliver fried dough sticks to the gourmet restaurant, he left here.

"Big Shell Head, why do you think your nephew suddenly thought of investing in the village's collective industry with you?"

Looking at Shu Zhiqiang's car leaving, Zhou Muying suddenly looked at Shu Long and asked.

"I don't know. Anyway, they don't care about our three melons and two dates." Shu Long shook his head and didn't think much about it.

The chat just now wasted too much time, he needs to finish kneading the remaining flour quickly...

...!

After leaving Yangjia Road, Shu Zhiqiang drove to his sister's house.

The other party is now more than five months pregnant and should be able to give birth years ago.

After handing the mooncakes and desserts to Li Huoying, Shu Zhiqiang chatted with his sister for a while.

It wasn't until it was almost time for dinner that he refused his sister's family's offer to stay and drove back to Changhu.

Seeing Shu Zhiqiang coming back alone, Xiong Fengxia was surprised and asked.

"Qiangzi, why did you come back alone? Where are your father-in-law and mother-in-law?"

Shu Zhiqiang shook his head and explained: "Don't worry, I'll have lunch together as a family first;

After I finish lunch, I will go to the city to pick them up. "

"By the way, I brought back the mooncakes. Let's take them as a family and distribute them to the villagers, right?"

Xiong Fengxia waved her hand and said, "I'm making lunch. You can take your younger brothers and sisters to distribute it."

Uh…

Shu Zhiqiang had no choice but to drag Zhiguo and Xuanxuan along to the car to get moon cakes.

Then the three brothers and sisters each carried several boxes of mooncakes and started walking from house to house.

"Grandma Mei, happy Mid-Autumn Festival, these are mooncakes produced by our factory, please take them and try them;

Have a meal? No, no, I still have to deliver mooncakes to Grandma Ninth..."

"Uncle Jili, happy Mid-Autumn Festival. These are mooncakes produced by our factory. You and my aunt can try them;

drink wine? No, no, I still have to deliver mooncakes to Aunt Yanmei..."

Soon, most of the villagers in Shujia Village received mooncakes from the three brothers and sisters of Shu Zhiqiang.

Looking at the exquisite packaging, they all knocked off the child's hands and hid them while cursing.

Even if you are willing to give it up, you just open a piece and cut it into several portions with a knife.

This kind of packaging looks like high-end goods. Even if you eat it, you can't finish it all at once.

During this year's Mid-Autumn Festival, except for a very few people in Shujia Village, everyone was smiling...