Shi Zhi looked at the two of them and said, "My family will take the lead in managing the wood factory, and the oil pressing workshop will be handed over to Ye Cong's family."
Ye Cong was stunned, "I don't have anyone to spare at home, so who cares?"
Lin Yan said: "The workshop belongs to your family, you can ask people to help manage it. It is not difficult to build an oil pressing workshop. You can start by finding a piece of land and building a few rooms, and it does not cost much. Once the workshop is built, it will It creates work opportunities for more people and gives them another way to make money.”
Shi Zhidao: "That's right, you go back and discuss it with your family and see what they think."
"That can't all belong to my family." Ye Cong disagreed, "Let's do this. If my family builds the oil mill, if it makes a profit, I will give you two cents."
"Okay, I have no objection." Shi Zhi said cheerfully, "Who thinks it's too much money? I'm worried about not having enough money."
Lin Yan's eyes also lit up, "I am willing too. Shi Zhi and I don't want much. If there is profit, we will get two cents and one cent profit."
After several people discussed it, Ye Cong hurried to Ye Zi to discuss it.
Lin Yan looked at Shi Zhi, "Why do you want Ye Cong's family to build an oil mill? You have a large family and are fully capable of doing this."
"One person cannot take all the benefits." Shi Zhi disagreed, "We have to make money together. My family has received enough. There are many people who are struggling to make money. Ye Cong's family has a small population. His family is an oil mill, which will give them a lot of money." More opportunities for people to work.”
There is a big population gap between Ye Cong's family and Shi Zhi's family, and the people they associate with are also different. Although we strive to be fair and equitable, human feelings cannot be avoided.
Ye Cong's family represents small households. With them managing the oil mill, more people from small households will have the opportunity to make money.
Lin Yan was noncommittal, saying that no system can be perfect. Some people work several jobs every day, some only keep one job, and some are satisfied as long as they have food to eat.
People have different ideas, but most people are diligent and hardworking.
Two days later, the Yezi family decided to build an oil mill.
Lin Yan didn't look. She was focused on the ground and had endless work to do every day.
Many people thought she was young and wanted to help her, but Lin Yan refused.
Everyone is busy making money, and the wheat seedlings are very important. She has to watch them personally, observe and record every process, and prepare for future planting.
The oil mill was built very quickly, and within ten days, everything was in place. The night before work started, Ye Zi came to Huahong's house for a visit.
He held a jar of hemp oil in his hand. This was a trial-produced oil and was given to the Huahong family for a taste.
Ye Zi looked at Lin Yan and asked: "How much do you think it costs to collect the pockmarks? Everything is ready. Several companies have sent over their pockmarks. The quantity is really too big. I'm worried that too much oil will be squeezed out and I won't be able to sell it." .”
Lin Yan thought about it seriously, "Every family has pockmarks, and a lot of oil can be squeezed out. Your concerns are justified. The oil mill operates in two ways. One is to bring the pockmarks to squeeze the oil, and collect the oil. fee; the other is to buy pockmarks at low prices and sell the oil.”
"The first one is better." Ye Zi said without hesitation, "This way you don't have to worry about too much oil and you can't sell it. If you need as much oil as you want, just bring the pockmarks and squeeze them."
"You decide for yourself. This is a small business, and you may only be able to make a profit if you operate it for a long time."
Lin Yan thought of the sacks filled with pockmarked seeds in every household. It would be impossible to make a fortune by extracting oil, but would have to flow slowly.
"Then choose the first option. You'll get 1 cent for pressing ten jins of hemp seeds, and you'll give them whatever oil you get. It's enough for our two families to squeeze and sell the oil from your hemp seeds. I'll charge 1 cent for 5 jins of your hemp seeds." Pockmarked seeds have a high oil yield rate, more than four pounds can yield one pound of oil, and I plan to sell one pound of oil for 1 cent."
Ye Zi's family only has less than two acres of land, and most of it is planted with roe hemp. Plus the red roe hemp, she thinks the two families can squeeze the hemp seeds and sell them for oil.
Huahong said hurriedly: "Okay, there are more than a dozen sacks of pockmarks at home, you can use them to squeeze oil."
"When the oil mill opens, I will come and pick up the pockmarks."
Ye Zi looked at Lin Yan, "A pound of oil costs 1 cent, so it should be able to be sold, right?"
Lin Yan didn't know that no one was short of pockmarks. What was missing was just the process of squeezing. "Let's set the price this way for now. We will adjust it later depending on the situation."
She suddenly felt that it was a bit difficult to make money from the oil mill.
After Ye Zi left, Huahong said worriedly: "I'm afraid this oil can't be sold. Every house has pockmarks. Who can I sell it to?"
"If you can't sell it, just keep it for yourself. It's better than pockmarked seeds that go bad. Besides, pockmarked oil can be used for cooking. It's more convenient to use than meat oil, so it's a good thing."
"It's a good thing." Huahong nodded affirmatively, "The yield of jute is good, but there are not enough flax silk and too many hemp seeds. It is also a good way to squeeze oil."
The next day, everyone in the city knew that the oil shop was open and came to see the excitement.
Seeing the clear pockmark oil packed in clay pots, each jar was brought out, and Ye Zi personally demonstrated to everyone how to use the pockmarked oil.
A pot of meat was fried for everyone to taste, and people were very satisfied with the meal.
They all asked about the price of pockmark oil and whether the oil shop would accept the pockmarked oil.
Soon someone came home and brought a sack of pockmarked seeds to press for oil.
Someone took the lead, but others were not to be outdone, and the oil shop was packed to the brim.
Lin Yan took a look and went to work in the fields again. It was already the end of June, and the wheat seedlings were about to grow into ears, so she had to be more careful.
It had just rained yesterday, which seemed to have replenished nutrients. The weeds in the ground grew like crazy. Lin Yan resignedly picked up the hoe and started weeding.
Lin Yan was already used to repeating the same tasks as the previous day every day, but he was just a little tired. Fortunately, her body is getting stronger and stronger, which is all due to practice.
Swinging the hoe every day makes my little arms stronger.
The work became more and more efficient, and the overgrown weeds were cleared away in a long time. Looking at the green wheat seedlings, I felt much better.
After harvesting the juma, Tie Er spent most of the day plowing the ground and scattering the seeds. It hasn't sprouted yet and is completely dark.
While looking into the distance, Lin Yan heard someone shouting. When he turned around, he saw that it was Mao Mu who had already run up to him.
"Lin Yan, there's a commotion in the city, do you want to go and see it?"
"What's the fuss about?" Lin Yan didn't want to watch the excitement. There were so many people in the city, and there were all kinds of noises every day, all about small things.
"The Civil Service Institute, there's a big fuss. You really don't want to go?" Mao Mu ran out of breath, just wanting to inform Lin Yan and go see it with her.
"You are so idle, there is no life left in the smelter."
Maomu chuckled, "I have a lot of life, I'm not being lazy. I heard that there was a commotion in the Civil Affairs Bureau, so I came to find you."
"Who is going to cause trouble? Isn't Alan here?"
"I heard that someone from the Lan family went to make trouble and sue Xia Li. I don't know the details. I don't know whether Alan is here or not."
When Lin Yan heard this, he immediately said, "Let's go."
"Is it a big deal?" Seeing Lin Yan's sudden change of attitude, Mao Mu became worried.
We usually have all kinds of conflicts, but very few of them come to the Civil Service. Judging from Lin Yan's appearance, she should know something.
(End of chapter)
