Stepmother Reborn: Dad, my mom hasn't hit me for three days

Zhang Xiuhua was ultimately unable to control the desire in her heart.

Children these days are so pitiful. There are very few snacks, let alone candies. Jidong has never even eaten popcorn before.

What's wrong with her spending a little money just to give the children snacks?

She asked Youcai and Baolin to make ten strings of candied haws. Each child had one string, Zhuzhu had half a string, she had one string, the two educated youth had one string, and she gave the remaining string to the technician.

The villagers had watched the fun before, but later they didn't come over anymore. Only a few teenagers from the village who were learning to drive tractors were present.

Zhang Xiuhua handed the candied haws to the technician, who was a little flattered.

Zhang Xiuhua asked him for help with something, so she told him to eat.

The technician nodded, "You tell me!"

Zhang Xiuhua asked about her idea, "Can it be done?"

The technician was also very insightful. He immediately understood what she wanted to do and said with a smile, "Of course. Just add an extruder. The rice popcorn bars sold in our supply and marketing cooperative are actually made with an extruder and an engine."

Zhang Xiuhua asked him how much it would cost to add an extruder.

"It's not much. Just ten bucks or so. Add a screw and a screw sleeve. And some brackets and a die head."

Zhang Xiuhua was delighted. "Then can you please make a set for me? I can pay you first."

The technician thought it was not difficult and readily agreed, "Okay, I'll report to my leader later. This is just a quick fix, there will be no problem."

Zhang Xiuhua left satisfied.

After the technician finished teaching, he returned to the agricultural machinery station. Another week later, Zhang Sanxi returned to his hometown and brought Zhang Xiuhua's extruder with him.

Zhang Sanxi was not a technician, he was in charge of the warehouse at the agricultural machinery station. It was because of him that Zhang Xiuhua knew that there were so many unsold stocks at the agricultural machinery station.

But just because he can't drive it doesn't mean he can't operate it.

He took Zhang Xiuhua to the brigade headquarters and parked the tractor in the house, with three locks on the outside for fear that it would be stolen.

The door was locked, so Zhang Xiuhua had to find a solution. So she found the brigade accountant.

"What's an extruder? What's it for?"

Zhang Xiuhua couldn't say that she bought the extruder just to give her children a snack, but she exaggerated her behavior by three degrees, "There is a tractor in my hometown. During the slack season, the team leader would ask the accountant in the team to help make rice popcorn sticks. People in the village are willing to bring corn to fry."

The accountant of the brigade understood and his eyes widened. "You bought the puffing machine to make rice popcorn bars?"

"No! I'm doing this for the financial benefit of our entire production team. We're the only production team in the entire commune that owns a tractor. Now it's winter and the ground is frozen. The tractor is useless if it's idle. We might as well use it to make rice popcorn sticks! Then people from other villages will come over to make them, and we can generate income for the production team. This is a good thing."

The brigade accountant's eyes lit up. This was a really good idea. Just like the flour mill in Zhoujiatun, they could also make money for the village through the extruder.

He immediately opened the key, but because he was in a hurry and there were too many locks, he opened one. In his hurry to open the second one, the lock fell to the ground and hit his big toe. He stood on one leg and hissed in pain.

Zhang Xiuhua felt sorry for him and was even more afraid that he would change his mind, so she kindly stepped forward to take the key and said, "Accountant, you take a rest on the side, I'll open it!"

She quickly opened the door, started the tractor, and drove it to the middle of the yard.

Zhang Sanxi installed the extruder, and Zhang Xiuhua looked at the brigade accountant, "I'll go home to get food!"

The accountant of the brigade was in a hurry and had no time to wait for her. He refused to let her go home to get food and directly opened the granary and scooped a spoonful of corn.

Zhang Sanxi took the bowl and started pouring corn into the funnel above according to the technician's instructions. A string of corn appeared at the other end of the extruder because it had been twisted into a ball because no one was pulling it.

Zhang Xiuhua immediately stepped forward to take it. The freshly-made rice popsicle stick was a little hot to the touch, but luckily she was wearing a finger guard, so there was no need to worry.

The rice popcorn sticks had to be broken when they reached a certain length. She handed one to the brigade accountant, broke another one for Zhang Sanxi, and ate one herself.

"Wow! Delicious!"

Zhang Xiuhua took a bite and found it crunchy and fragrant, but it was not necessarily delicious because there was no sugar in it.

"This is the same as the one sold at the supply and marketing cooperative! And it smells even better." The brigade accountant suddenly opened the door to a new world. He no longer thought that Zhang Xiuhua was a spendthrift. He had already thought of a way to make money in his mind.

The villagers living nearby heard some noise coming from the brigade headquarters and came over to take a look.

I was also given a rice krispie stick and immediately asked how it was made.

The brigade accountant doesn't know the price of the extruder yet, so it's difficult to set a price for now.

Zhang Xiuhua was urging him to get the bag.

The brigade accountant hurried back to the house to get a bag of urea for her, and soon the bag was full.

After a bowl of corn was fried, the brigade accountant began to ask about the price of the extruder.

15 yuan 7.

This price is nothing compared to a walk-behind tractor.

“How should we price it?”

"Our costs are three things: the puffing machine, the hand tractor and diesel. We do it by the bowl. We fry one bowl of corn and get two bowls of corn."

Rural people usually don’t pay for things when they sell them, they just exchange them for other things.

After hearing her price, the team calculated it and decided it was profitable, so they readily agreed.

"Then let's try it in the village today." The brigade accountant immediately waved his hand to the villagers who were watching the fun, told them the price, and then each family went home to get food.

If anyone in the countryside is short of food, this bowl of corn can make a bag of corn, which is more cost-effective than buying it from the supply and marketing cooperative.

Zhang Xiuhua also ran home happily.

Youcai and a few others were playing at the door, and when they saw her coming back, Jidong immediately asked excitedly, "Aunt, where have you been?"

Zhang Xiuhua went back to the house to get food and bags, and when she came out she called for them to follow her, "Let's go! I'll fry something delicious for you."

When the children heard that there was something delicious, they immediately ran over. Zhuzhu was not walking fast, so Youcai carried his sister on his back and chased after her like flying.

Soon they arrived at the yard, which was already packed with people.

However, Zhang Xiuhua had not arrived yet and the walk-behind tractor had not been started, so no one had started.

Zhang Xiuhua came and she wanted to be the first in line. She asked Jidong and Baolin to hold the pockets.

She cranked the hand tractor and then poured the grain. She fried two kinds of food this time, one was rice and the other was corn. In order to make the taste better, she specially took some white sugar and stirred it evenly, and the fried corn cobs tasted better.

Other villagers lined up and would also go to the front to taste the fried corn.

Zhang Xiuhua would suggest that they go home and get some candy, which would taste better that way.

While Jidong and Baolin were holding their pockets, they also took one and put it in their mouths, "It's so fragrant and crispy!"

A few talented people also came over and surrounded the bag tightly. Each of them took two in their hands and said, "It's delicious!"

The other children looked at them enviously.

When they finished blasting, it was the next family's turn. The brigade accountant came to collect the grain.

Each family fries at least one bowl, which takes about five minutes to fry, and the amount of a bowl is half a pound. The brigade calculated the cost. It takes an hour to go back and forth to other villages, and after eight hours of frying, they can earn 192 pounds of corn.

Corn costs 20 cent per pound (the price sold at the grain station), which is yuan. Of course, this is just the most reasonable scenario. In fact, it may not take eight hours to complete the blasting, or it may take more than eight hours. The fuel consumption for kilometers is liters, and one liter of fuel costs cents. Add the work points of the tractor driver, and their commune is still profitable.

The brigade accountant happily went to the brigade leader to report the expenses and discuss going to other villages to make flower sticks!

Zhang Xiuhua asked the team leader's son to take over from her. She went to find the team accountant and wanted to get the money for the extruder back.