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It is difficult to manage a large number of people, and it is also difficult to have no one available.

He found a shop selling pickles and rented it, but he couldn't find a suitable manager to take charge, so he could only hire two assistants.

A batch of pickles had already been made, and they urgently needed to open up sales channels. Too much inventory would affect cash flow, not to mention that Weng Xiaoxiao had very little money left. Building a workshop, buying jars and cans, and buying vegetables all cost a lot of money, and the caravan had invested a lot.

Without a shopkeeper, she and Fenggu had to do the work themselves. Fenggu also had to take care of the farm and the workshop, so she was very busy on both ends.

Pickles are a mass consumer product, so you can only make money if you sell a lot. If you want to expand sales quickly, you can only increase publicity.

Although the two assistants were young, they were smart and willing to work hard. Weng Xiaoxiao stayed in the shop and asked them to deliver samples to restaurants, teahouses, and any other places where pickles were sold. After delivering the samples, they would go back a day or two later and always get some orders. The hard work of the two assistants was not in vain, and they were generous with their commissions. The more they sold, the more they got.

Because there were a lot of sample samples given away, when the first batch was sold out, the company actually lost one or two taels of silver after accounting. This made Weng Xiaoxiao feel frustrated, because she had never made a loss-making deal since she started wearing the brand.

However, I also truly experienced the difficulties of starting a business.

When the first batch of goods was sold out, the second batch was delivered in time.

Weng Xiaoxiao had money shop work to do and couldn't be tied to the shop. Of the two young men, Donglai was good at talking, so Weng Xiaoxiao arranged for him to continue selling. Qingli was steady and literate, so he stayed to look after the counter and keep accounts.

The shop was finally on track, but there was not enough manpower at home.

Xiaotian often had to go out with Weng Xiaoxiao, Chunxia followed Fenggu as an errand boy, and Qiuyue not only managed the household expenses, but also had to check the accounts of the farm, shop, and workshop. None of them had time to do housework, so all the housework fell on the new Gan Sao.

No matter how hardworking and patient Gan Sao was, she still couldn't handle it all. She was the only one who cleaned the house, washed clothes, and cooked, and she was exhausted every day. Feng Gu also understood her difficulties and bought a maid to do rough work and two honest servants.

In this way, everything went smoothly at home and outside.

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The first few batches of pickles were mainly dried radishes. After the fresh vegetables came out, the pickle jar on the counter was filled with several more.

Pickled Cucumber: Mainly made of more than 30 fresh cucumbers per pound, with thin skin, tender flesh, green and crisp without seeds, and no residue like milk; Pickled Ginger, selected from the south young ginger as the material, the fattest, most tender, less fiber, crisp when eaten; Screw Vegetable, made from nectar seeds, shaped like a screw and a pagoda, crisp and clear, thin and tender; Assorted Vegetables, selected from a variety of colors of pickles such as red, yellow, emerald, green, and dark blue, cut into dices, strips, blocks, shreds, slices, etc., and assembled into an assortment of vegetables, which is both beautiful in appearance and colorful.

Various pickles are displayed on the counter, with different prices and different tastes, and people can choose from them.

Mixed vegetables are the most popular and expensive vegetables to be put into jars for festival gifts. Dried radish is the most popular, delicious and cheap.

By the second half of the year, business slowly picked up.

When demand exceeded supply, the workshop had to be expanded and the number of staff increased to ten.

This problem has been solved, but there are still new problems.

Problems come one after another, so let’s solve them one by one. This is our most down-to-earth life.

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"Why are you here? Is there something urgent?" Weng Xiaoxiao, looking tired, just walked out of the money shop and saw Chunxia waiting there.

"Boss, something happened in the workshop. Master asks you to come over."

Weng Xiaoxiao's right eyelid twitched cooperatively.

"Let's go, tell me on the way." Weng Xiaoxiao took the reins and jumped on the horse.

Wang Fang, the son of the third wife, earned fifty taels of silver from selling the recipe for pickled vegetables, and went to the village next door to buy a few acres of land. Having one's own land is always a lifelong dream for farmers. After buying the land, he gave up the land here, but he still lived in the village temporarily. Manager Liu thought of the friendship between the villagers for many years and didn't say anything, and didn't drive them away.

The grandson of the third wife heard someone say that the workshop could earn so much money a month. When he went back to tell his father, he felt that it was a big loss to take 50 taels, and he should get a share. If he took a share, he could get 50 taels every year. The more they thought about it, the more wronged they felt. The next day, they ran to the workshop and made a scene.

Manager Liu couldn't convince her, so he could only ask Aunt Feng to handle it.

They knew that Feng Gu was skilled in martial arts, so they did not dare to confront her head-on. Instead, they carried the unable-to-walk San Po on their back and sat on the ground at the door of the workshop, not allowing anyone to enter or leave.

When encountering these old and weak people, Fenggu was overwhelmed because she couldn't reason with them nor use force.

Hearing this, Weng Xiaoxiao immediately pulled the reins.

Ouyang Hua was studying in the academy and could not be disturbed, but Weng Xiaoxiao had seen his brother, who was the magistrate of Yangzhou County.

"Chunxia, ​​go back to Qiuyue to get the formula and the sales contract. I'm going to see County Magistrate Ouyang. After you get it, come and join me."

"Xiaotian, go to the farm and ask Aunt Feng and Manager Liu to stabilize the situation. Ask Aunt Liu to stay by Third Granny's side at all times. Nothing must happen to the old lady. I'll go see Lord Ouyang first. I won't settle this matter privately."

After hearing the instructions clearly, the two mounted their horses and left.

The Ouyang family has deep roots in Yangzhou. When the prime minister fell, many officials were dismissed, but Ouyang Hua's father was quickly reinstated, and his eldest son Ouyang Zhen also got a real position and became the magistrate of Yangzhou County. Last spring, he married the legitimate daughter of the prefect of Hangzhou.

Weng Xiaoxiao thought for a moment and went to the Meimei pickle shop first. She took a jar of the best mixed vegetables and then went to the county government office.

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"Mr. Weng, my master wants to see you."

Weng Xiaoxiao only waited for a short while at the gatehouse before being taken in by the bailiff.

Ouyang Zhen was sitting there drinking tea.

"I am student Weng Xiao, nice to meet you, sir." Weng Xiaoxiao was a scholar, and he called himself a student to show respect.

"Mr. Weng, you are too polite. Please take a seat." Ouyang Zhen said politely, "You are a friend that your brother always mentions. Even if you don't favor the monk, you have to give the Buddha some consideration."

"The pickles from my own shop are quite tasty. Please accept them." The more gifts you give, the less likely you are to blame. If you give a big gift to someone's house, you might not want them to accept it.

Since they had no personal relationship, Ouyang Zhen directly asked the purpose of his visit, "Mr. Weng, why are you here today?"

"My Lord, this is what happened. I bought the recipe for this pickle. I spent fifty taels of silver at the time, and there is a signed contract. But the man saw that my business was doing well now, and asked to use the recipe as a share. I naturally disagreed. They blocked my workshop all day, and I couldn't do my work normally. The recipe transaction was voluntary, and now they are going back on their word. I will never give in."

"Have you brought the deed?"