After bidding farewell to Meng Lanshan, Qi Yu did not go home directly. Instead, he went to the cement factory and found the person in charge, Ding Liuzhi.
Is he doing inspection work?
No, it has other purposes.
After sitting for a while, Mr. Qi put down the teacup in his hand and explained the reason directly.
"What? Sir, you want to build a porcelain kiln?" Ding Liuzhi asked after listening to his idea:
"good!"
As far as the current porcelain kilns are concerned, they are mainly divided into official kilns and private kilns. As for their products, they are nothing more than handicrafts and daily necessities.
Then, what kind of products is fired in this kiln that Mr. Qi wants to build?
Is it a beautiful large vase?
no!
A big jar of salt?
Neither!
"Okay, okay, stop guessing and listen to me." Qi Yu smacked his lips and explained: "I neither make vases nor jars, but I want to make some small bottles for ointments. ."
Ding Liuzhi thought for a while and asked, "I wonder if the small bottle in your mouth is used occasionally or is it a regular need?"
"It is not only a regular need, but also one that is uninterrupted all year round, so in terms of production capacity, the new kiln must have a stable supply capacity." Qi Yu stated his requirements.
"Production capacity is not a difficult problem. One kiln is not enough for production. We can build two to ensure that there will be no supply interruption." Ding Liuzhi first made a statement, and then said: "Master Qi, I don't know what you are talking about. Plant a small bottle, and what are its dimensions?”
"About... about the size of a walnut." However, Qi Yu quickly changed his mind and said, "It can be a little smaller than a walnut. I think a quail egg is enough."
The smaller the volume, the greater the sales volume of Tiger Balm.
Therefore, this bottle cannot be made too luxurious.
Although Qi Yu didn't understand business, it didn't affect his profiteer mentality at all, and at this moment, his little abacus was rattling.
Ding Liuzhi is a craftsman, so he naturally doesn't think about business matters. All he cares about is his own things.
I saw him making imitative gestures with his hands for a while, and said: "It is difficult to knead such a small bottle by hand. I think it is better to use grout tire casting. This method is not only extremely efficient, but also low cost."
Qi Yu couldn't help but be happy when he heard the second half of the sentence, and immediately made a decision on the spot: It's settled!
This object is just a container for packaging. It doesn't have to be good, it just needs to be usable.
"Besides these, do you have any other requirements?" Ding Liuzhi thought for a while and then asked.
After Qi Yu thought for a moment,
, then said: "Then I will add a few words. On the surface of this bottle, you can engrave a tiger's head for me, and then engrave the three words Tiger Balm below the tiger's head. As for the bottom of the bottle, you can engrave 'Made in Qiongzhou' or advertise."
"Okay! I understand." Ding Liuzhi noted them down one by one, then nodded and replied.
…
In the evening, Yiyi, the sun sets over the west mountain, and night falls.
Qi Yu didn't rest today. After arranging all the things about Tiger Balm in one go, he returned home happily. By this time, the sky was already dark.
As soon as I walked in, I smelled the aroma of braised pork head. Just one smell made me twitch my fingers.
Tsk tsk!
The food cooked by my mother is still so delicious that you will never get tired of eating it.
Okay, get ready to eat!
Qi Yu hurriedly washed his hands and entered the living room. At a glance, Sun Dacai looked like a braised quail, squatting in a corner with his head drooped, and his face was full of frustration.
What's going on?
Could it be that someone was bullying him?
Haha, you guessed it right!
Today, Sun Dacai was really 'fixed' by someone, but the person who fixed him was my mother Zhou.
It seems like something happened~~
Liu Quan avoided everyone and quietly told her husband that this afternoon, Xiaotong seemed to have accidentally let slip the news about Sun Dacai going to the textile factory to harass the widow Ye, and revealed it to Zhou.
This time, it exploded.
When the old lady heard that, she felt as if she had eaten a firecracker. She scolded Sun Dacai. One can imagine how terrifying Zhou's anger was for protecting his daughter.
This scolding lasted a whole afternoon.
It wasn't until she was all foaming at the mouth and her mouth was so dry that she finally stopped. In the end, she continued to say harsh words, and if she dared to think twice or change her mind, she would ask her son to send him back to his hometown, so as not to stay here and harm good people.
Zhou's anger also has some basis.
You see, my Ah Man is a powerful magistrate. Even someone like him has never thought of taking a concubine or marrying a child. Look at this talented guy again. He is just a salesman. For someone like him, he actually wants to get a second wife. Do you think it's infuriating?
Sun Dacai is wilted~~
What, take me back to my hometown?
How can that work?
How could there be any reason not to eat the white flour steamed buns but to eat the cold steamed buns instead?
I'm not a fool, so I won't go back!
In fact, since he took charge of the government affairs and college affairs, he has been able to earn a lot of money every month.
Although you can't make a lot of money in Fayoushui, the important thing is that your affairs are easy and you can still have a respectable face.
Given such preferential treatment, how could he be willing to return to his hometown in Yongchuan and resume his old career?
Oh...that's what happened!
While Qi Yu was suddenly enlightened, he also felt happy in his heart: Haha, it would be easy to send you back to your hometown. If it were me, I would send you directly to Qiongnan to dig coal and give you an unforgettable labor reform.
However, my brother-in-law's bad ideas have always been in the conception stage and have not been realized. Therefore, it is okay to scold him and vent his anger, but we cannot always hold on to it.
Thinking of this, Qi Yu put on a gentle posture of a peacemaker and said a few words of kindness to Sun Dacai.
When Mrs. Zhou saw her son coming forward to mediate, the anger in her heart gradually subsided. After a few symbolic harsh words, she stopped talking. It could be seen that the matter was over.
Haha, the atmosphere has relaxed.
Qi Yu coughed dryly and took the lead to sit at the dining table, and then made an invitation gesture to his family.
Seeing this, Mrs. Zhou glanced at the unsatisfactory thing and said, "Okay, okay, stop squatting and come over to eat first."
"Well, hehe, thank you, mother!" Sun Dacai nodded repeatedly, as if he had been pardoned, and turned over with a smile.
"..."
Although he encountered such a sudden episode, it did not affect Qi Dalang's good mood.
He happily took out two small wine cups and filled them up, nominally to calm his brother-in-law's shock, but in reality it was to celebrate himself.
After finishing the important matter of Tiger Balm, shouldn't you have a couple of beers to enjoy it?
Nothing wrong!
Come on, do it!
The two touched their glasses and drank from each other. Although the wine tasted the same, their moods were completely opposite.
"Alas..." Sun Dacai put down his wine glass and sighed meaningfully.
"Brother-in-law, why are you sighing?" Qi Yu asked when he saw that he was hesitant to speak.
"It's okay, it's just..." As soon as the words slipped to his lips, Sun Dacai swallowed them back.
Mrs. Zhou put down her chopsticks unhappily and said, "If you have anything to say, just say it. Don't hesitate. Looking at you looking so useless, I can't even swallow my meal smoothly."
With these words, Sun Dacai let go of his restraints.
He smiled smugly and said to Qi Yu: "Ama, two days ago, I went to the sailor's wife's house for a drink. During the dinner, he said he offered me a good future. How about I tell him? Will you help me with my advice?”
drink!
You don’t have a lot of face, so you went to Hai’s house to drink?
No, what did he just say, Sailor Wai gave him a good future?
