Rebirth 1979: Marrying a poor girl at the beginning

Lin Zhengjun waved his hand and said, "It's time to rest. I still have to take the college entrance examination. I just want to leave a seed of food industry for our brigade!"

"Zhengjun has great ambitions, and everyone is still worried that he will take advantage of him!"

Lin Bingde cursed, "Just wait and see, this can of yellow peaches in syrup will definitely be a success! When we make money, they will regret it!"

Wei Mingxuan also snorted and said, "Not good at all. They are just hopeless and sarcastic. When they come to ask Zhengjun to join the cooperative, you should teach them a lesson!"

"Secretary, can this military plan really be accomplished?" Lin Sanhuai asked as he handed Lin Bingde a cigarette.

In fact, when the members' meeting was held, when Lin Sanhuai and his wife heard that Lin Zhengjun was in debt of 10,000 yuan, their heartbeats accelerated and they almost fainted.

Ten thousand yuan!

The money is enough to build more than a dozen large tiled houses. In their eyes, this is undoubtedly a huge sum of money!

When had Lin Sanhuai and the others ever seen so much money?

At that time, Zhang Shuqin was about to jump out to stop her son, but was held down by Lin Sanhuai.

He knew his son's temper very well. Once he made a decision, no one could change it.

Besides, my son’s canned peaches had already been strongly questioned by other members of the cooperative.

If even his own mother jumps out to oppose, not only will the matter fail, but his son's prestige will also fall to the ground and shatter into pieces, never to be picked up again.

At this moment, seeing that Lin Bingde agreed, Lin Sanhuai felt a little more confident.

"Sanhuai, this is definitely risky, mainly in terms of production technology, but I believe Zhengjun can do it!"

Lin Bingde said: "He is knowledgeable and cultured, and he dares to think and act. We must support him no matter what!"

"support!"

Lin Sanhuai also mustered up his courage and said firmly: "It's just 10,000 yuan. Even if it fails, I can still pay it back by selling candy and wild game!"

Lin Zhengjun drank a cup of tea and went to Wei Hongqi's house to see what was going on.

There were baskets of yellow peaches in the yard, with no place to step. More than 20 educated youth members were peeling, removing the cores and cutting the peaches.

Now their movements of peeling the fruit are still a bit clumsy, some pulp is wasted, and the speed is a bit slow.

But he was very motivated, and in just over ten minutes, he had cut hundreds of kilograms of yellow peach pulp.

In fact, the best way is to use hot water with a certain proportion of edible alkali to heat the skin and peel it. This is faster and does not damage the flesh.

"Everyone look at me!"

Lin Zhengjun immediately brought a one-pound bag of baking soda from home, added 30 times the amount of boiling water, and then put in the yellow peaches.

After blanching for one minute, use a colander to quickly scoop it out into a bucket of cold water and soak it for a few seconds.

With a rub of the hands, the skin of the yellow peach fell off immediately, and the flesh was not damaged at all.

Then put the peeled yellow peaches into salt water for ten minutes. This is to protect the original color of the yellow peaches, which is called "color protection" in the industry.

After some instruction, everyone quickly learned how to use it and started to contribute their edible soda and salt from their homes.

This way the speed increased a lot. In two hours, thousands of kilograms of fruit pulp were prepared.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the sound of tractor engines could be heard again in the Hewan Brigade.

Two tractors with truck beds drove up, loaded with boxes of cans.

"Zhengjun! The cans have arrived!"

Xu Zhigong sat in the truck bed escorting the goods himself. He wiped the sweat from his head and spoke loudly.

Lin Zhengjun went out to greet him.

Xu Zhigong jumped out of the car and pointed at a middle-aged man in a white shirt and introduced him, "Zhengjun, this is Comrade Song Hebin, the president of the commune's glass products collective cooperative!"

"Hello, President Song!" Lin Zhengjun shook hands with him and greeted him.

Song Hebin smiled and said, "Comrade Zhengjun is a brave activist and a model of family sideline production. I have heard of your name for a long time and have wanted to meet you for a long time. I didn't expect that with Director Xu's matchmaking, we would meet so soon!"

"Just average, third in the world!"

"Hahaha, Zhengjun has a good sense of humor." Song Hebin laughed.

Lin Zhengjun picked up a can and began to look at it.

This batch of cans does have defects, the transparency of the glass and the roundness of the bottles are not good enough.

Large state-owned factories have high requirements for product quality and are naturally picky, but they can actually fully meet Lin Zhengjun's requirements.

Then fill the bottle with water, screw on the cap, and check the seal, and there is no problem.

“Won’t it crack if it’s cooked at high temperatures?”

"No! We have tested it and only deliver it if it is qualified!"

"How much are you going to give us?"

"Eight cents each, cost price, it can't be any lower!"

"How much is this batch?"

"There are 6000 in total, and there are still some in the warehouse. I think we have squeezed out of them!"

"Then this batch of cans is 480 yuan!"

Lin Zhengjun immediately took out a stack of new Great Unity cigarettes from his bag and handed them to Song Hebin.

"Zhengjun, thank you! Now that we have solved our inventory problem, I feel relieved!" Song Hebin issued a receipt, stamped it and handed it to Lin Zhengjun with a grateful face.

With Lin Zhengjun's payment, the dozen or so workers in their cooperative won't have to worry about their wages this month.

"Wow, he spent 480 in one go. He's just a spendthrift!"

"Just wait and see. If this money can't be earned back, Lin Zhengjun will never be able to turn things around in his lifetime!"

"This Tang Xiaofu is really blind. Wouldn't it be better to find a mature and steady member like me? Why did she have to find Lin Zhengjun?"

Nearby, Chen Laoshi and a few idle members saw this scene and were shocked. They pouted and talked about it.

Tang Xiaofu glanced at them and said, "What are you up to? You don't do your work all day long, gossiping like a gossipmonger. Is that fun?"

She approached with a fierce look on her face and said in a loud voice: "I believe Zhengjun can make canned yellow peaches. If he can't, even if I am blind, I will dig out my big watery eyes and let you use them as cannons!"

"If you succeed, you will be considered blind. Gouge your eyes out. Do you dare?"

Lin Zhengjun almost laughed out loud.

The little girl is quite vain and narcissistic, with "big watery eyes". Everyone knows that you have big eyes, but you still have to emphasize it!

Tang Xiaofu's firm statement and domineering words completely stunned Chen Laoshi and other members. They all looked embarrassed and dared not speak.

"Forget it, don't bother with them!"

Lin Zhengjun pulled Tang Xiaofu back and looked at Song Hebin and said, "Director Song, we currently need 20,000 bottles of yellow peaches, and we estimate that we will need 40,000 to 50,000 in total. You should produce at full capacity!"

Song Hebin patted his chest and assured: "Zhengjun, don't worry, we will definitely not hold you back, we will supply as much as you want!"

He is very happy.

In fact, the sales of their factory’s glass products, whether water cups or bottles, have been average in recent years, mainly because there are no corresponding enterprises.

Large state-owned factories basically require glass products from state-owned glass factories or cooperatives with which they have good relations.

As a result, their cooperative’s sales were poor, wages were low, and sometimes they were even unable to pay wages.

If Lin Zhengjun's cannery is successful, they will have an additional sales channel and will not have to worry about paying salaries in the future.

Xu Zhigong picked up the faux leather bag and said with a smile: "Zhengjun, I have another great news to tell you!"

"what?"

Xu Zhigong pulled out a document from his briefcase and handed it to Lin Zhengjun solemnly: "Comrade Lin Zhengjun, your label of being a descendant of the landlord class has been removed. This is the notice of removal issued by the Commune Revolutionary Committee!"

"Finally the hat is taken off! That's great!"

"Zhengjun, you are now eligible to take the college entrance examination, so you must seize the opportunity!"

When Lin Sanhuai and his wife heard about it, they ran out quickly, looked at the notice with a red stamp on it over and over again, and their eyes were filled with tears of excitement.