"Yes, you can't give it to them! Otherwise, they will be beaten by meat buns!"
"Indeed, if you send one basket, they will worry about the other baskets. If we bake these today, they will have to take them away!"
When people mentioned the county food factory, they had a bad look.
Guo Dajun said: "But they are all sold. How can we prove that we have baked better cakes? Can we continue to operate the food factory?"
Everyone thought the same thing and looked at Cheng Hui.
Cheng Hui...Sure enough, birds of a feather flock together and people flock together, no wonder these people can get together! All are solid eyes.
"I only used 20 kilograms of flour today, and there are still dozens of kilograms left. I can bake it later," she said.
"But we have no eggs, and we don't have enough sugar." The old gangster in charge of the fire said.
"Go to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy sugar. For eggs, I'll go to the production team to collect them. How about setting the price at 8 cents each?" Cheng Hui said.
Nowadays, when ordinary people pay eggs to the government, they usually pay 7 cents each, but they sell them on the black market for 7 cents and 50 cents each.
Public takeout is usually 1 yuan per catty.
The price she gave is relatively reasonable.
It's just that now all purchases and sales are unified. For example, in this commune food factory, they can't purchase raw materials by themselves, they have to wait for distribution from above!
I'm used to waiting for food with my mouth open, and I never thought I could buy it myself.
But now I have no choice but to go out and buy it myself, and it would be great if I can buy it.
"But we don't have money... We haven't been paid for several months, and our family's savings are all spent. If it weren't for the 4 yuan you gave me to buy milk powder, I wouldn't have it..." Guo Dajun was somewhat agitated. Sorry.
Cheng Hui... She still wants her 4 yuan back! She is poorer than them, isn't she?
"It doesn't matter. I still have a few dollars in my pocket. Let's put it aside first and collect some eggs for tomorrow. When these rice cakes are sold, we will have money." Cheng Hui said.
When everyone looked at the baskets of cakes, their expressions did not improve. Instead, they sobered up and became even worse.
Cheng Hui baked 4 ovens, using about 4 kilograms of flour per oven, for a total of 16 kilograms of flour.
If you sell trough cake, it’s 16 pounds!
It costs 4 cents per catty and can be sold for a total of 5.6 yuan, which is actually not much money.
Nowadays, the weight of pasta is calculated in this way. 1 catty of steamed buns, 1 catty of noodles, and 1 catty of dumplings. The "1 catty" here is not the weight of the finished product, but the weight of 1 catty of raw material flour!
For example, 1 catty of dumplings is 60 pieces, because 60 dumpling wrappers are 1 catty.
Cheng Hui smiled and said: "As long as everyone listens to me, I guarantee that everyone's salary before the year will be replaced, and the New Year's benefits will be the first in the county!"
Everyone looked at her and the pile of cakes behind her. Their expressions were distorted. The left side of their face showed belief, while the right side showed doubt!
Cheng Hui took out 1 yuan from his pocket and handed it to Gao Zhi.
"Go to the supply and marketing cooperative and buy 20 large pieces of kraft paper. They must be in good condition," she said.
Gao Zhi asked as he walked out: "Why do you need so much kraft paper?"
"It's not me who wants it, it's the factory that wants it. Where's the accountant? Remember to pay me back tomorrow when the factory has money. Oh, there's also the 4 yuan from before." Cheng Hui said.
When he heard that it was not his own money, Gao Zhi stopped asking and walked away.
The small food factory is fully equipped with not only an accountant but also a cashier. They are both young men in their 20s. Their youthfulness and arrogance offended others and they were driven here.
The expressions of both men are wonderful now.
This one piece, that four pieces, why not sell these cakes and just let Cheng Hui take the bill!
"Are there any brushes and pen ink? I want black pen ink. If not, you have to buy it." Cheng Hui asked again.
"Yes, yes!" Guo Dajun said quickly.
He was afraid that he would answer late. These cakes were not enough to cover the debt, and they had to pay back!
He hurriedly found a brush and fountain pen water.
Over there, the nimble Gao Zhi has returned holding a large roll of kraft paper.
There are several types of kraft paper now. A piece of window-sized paper costs 5 cents, and 20 pieces is a lot.
Moreover, Gao Zhi took back not just 20 cards, but 25 cards.
"These pictures are all cracked or the corners are rotten. They are worthless. I insisted on them! Can they be used?" She asked for credit.
Cheng Hui smiled, this was the advantage of not negotiating the price when buying a scarf, otherwise no one would give it to her even if she begged.
"Well done! Now help me cut them." Cheng Hui asked for the scissors again.
Then I drew a size, cut out a few samples and gave them to others, and directed everyone to work together.
No one knew what kind of medicine she was selling in her gourd, and the room was filled with the sweet smell of milk. As a freshly minted deputy director, she was relatively easy to use at the moment.
After a while, the kraft paper was cut according to her requirements, in two sizes, one large and one small.
Cheng Hui folded the cut kraft paper into a kraft paper bag.
The big one can hold 10 pieces in a bag, and the small one can only hold 1 piece.
Everyone suddenly realized.
Tao Juan praised: "Not to mention, this packaging is very beautiful and convenient. It is more fashionable than when we just tie the bags up with rope..."
She didn't say the last word because she saw what Cheng Hui wrote on the unfolded packaging bag, and her eyes widened even more! They're all going to fall off!
Cheng Hui's font is very beautiful, rounded in small regular script, as standard as printed.
But the content written is too scary!
"Awesome Cake".
"Date of production: January 5, 1973."
"Shelf life: 3 days".
"Retail price: 1 yuan."
This is written on the small brown paper bag that can only hold 1!
Tao Juan just stared and waited.
Sure enough, Cheng Hui wrote on the big brown paper bag again. The first words were the same, and the last word was "Retail price: 10 yuan."
"Are you crazy??" she exclaimed.
Everyone else had the same expression!
1 yuan per piece?
Even if they are crazy poor, they don’t dare to write like this!
"The key is that you are crazy, the people are not crazy! Who buys one for 1 yuan? Are you a fool?" Tao Juan said.
Cheng Hui smiled and said: "In the most difficult period of the year, candies sold for 20 yuan per catty were sold out, and cakes priced at 20 yuan per catty were not unavailable. We shouldn't make such a fuss, right?"
She told the truth.
In this era of planned economy, you need a ticket to buy anything. If you don't have a ticket, you won't be sold if you want to buy it.
Only urban people have tickets, while rural people only have a few cloth tickets and gas tickets.
There are no other scarce tickets, such as candy tickets, bicycle tickets, TV tickets, etc.
And rural people have some money in their hands, and a little can make a lot of money.
There are also those urbanites who make a lot of money, but they also have money and no tickets, so they can’t spend it.
For example, if you pay 80 yuan a month, and all the tickets are spent, you can only spend 30, and the remaining 50 yuan is like waste paper. It would be a pity to throw it away, but it is useless to keep it.
This is a huge amount of uncirculated funds.
In order to recover this part of the funds, starting from the 1960s, there were high-priced candies, high-priced pastries, high-priced tobacco and alcohol, and they were sold in exchange for money without tickets, and the sales were quite good.
"But we are not making the high-priced cakes required by regulations. The supply and marketing cooperatives won't accept them, and the people won't recognize them. I hesitate to pay 5 cents per catty, but it's more than 20 yuan per catty and I can't sell them at all!" Guo Dajun said.
