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After experiencing the minor turmoil over their shares, the relationship between the couple was not affected, but became even better than before.

Shen Mingzhu gave Pei Yang the title of deputy factory director to facilitate his business.

Although the food factory made a profit in November, as the temperature dropped, the sales of dried tofu and spicy strips seemed to have entered the cold winter, and the sales of each store almost fell off a cliff.

Shen Mingzhu was actually prepared for this situation.

Dried tofu and spicy strips are both cold foods. It’s cold in winter, so children naturally don’t like eating them.

And that's not even the worst of it.

When schools go on winter vacation, the traffic at canteens and non-staple food stores around schools will shrink, and the sales of spicy strips and dried tofu will be even more bleak.

In fact, as early as November, Shen Mingzhu was considering launching new products to fill the gap between dried tofu and spicy strips in winter.

In winter, people instinctively have a desire for high-calorie foods.

Taking into account all aspects such as cost investment, production technology, and audience, Shen Mingzhu decided to make potato chips.

Use a special slicer to cut the potatoes into paper-thin slices, fry them until crispy, sprinkle them with various prepared spices, and then seal and package them into small bags.

This kind of fried potato chips became a ubiquitous street snack in later generations.

The method seems simple, but in fact there are many tricks to frying crispy and delicious potato chips.

The first is to select materials. Choose potatoes with smooth texture, low starch content and fresh potatoes.

Secondly, the cut potatoes need to be soaked to remove excess starch and frozen.

With the current temperature in Fengcheng, freezing is too simple. The freezing process can be completed directly outside.

In other seasons, she would have to spend a lot of money to buy a high-power freezer.

This alone saves a lot of money.

Then comes the frying. If you want to achieve a golden and crispy texture, you must accurately control the oil temperature and re-fry.

The last item is packaging.

Potato chips are different from biscuits. The packaging of biscuits only requires a small bag of desiccant, while the packaging of potato chips requires nitrogen.

The smallest nitrogen packaging machine costs about 700 yuan.

For today's food factories, such a cost expenditure really puts Shen Mingzhu under a lot of pressure.

Pei Yang ran around for several days and searched almost all over Fengcheng before finally finding an old abandoned nitrogen packaging machine for 250 yuan.

I asked Zhou Shuhuan, who knew electronic machinery, to help with the repairs and replaced some parts. The total cost was calculated to be exactly three hundred.

When everything was ready, the food factory stopped the production of dried tofu and spicy strips and started producing potato chips instead.

Relying on the previously established sales channels and the excellent texture and taste of potato chips, the potato chips were very successful as soon as they were launched. Although they are not as good as the big manufacturers, they can be regarded as a rising star and have established a firm foothold in the potato chip industry.

When she saw the sales results, Shen Mingzhu's nerves, which had been tense for a month, finally relaxed.

After she relaxed and was warmed by the warm air, Shen Mingzhu couldn't help but feel sleepy.

Shen Mingzhu opened the folding bed prepared for Pei Ziheng in the office and lay down to sleep for half an hour.

When I was woken up, it was already getting dark.

The father and son squatted beside the bed, one on the left and the other on the right, staring at her intently.

"what time is it?"

"It's four o'clock."

Pei Ziheng looked at her with dark eyes, with concern, "Mom, are you sick? You've been sleeping for a long time, and Zhao Yun and the others didn't wake you up while they were playing pictures outside."

Pei Yang directly put his hand on her forehead to check her temperature.Perhaps because he had just come back from outside, Pei Yang's hands were a little cold, so cold that Shen Mingzhu jolted and woke up instantly after dozing off.

"I'm fine, I didn't sleep well last night."

During this time, she was busy preparing for the production of potato chips and worried that the new product would not be recognized and she would not be able to make money. She was under great mental pressure and her sleep was also affected.

After finally relaxing, I naturally slept soundly and deeply.

It was getting late, and I was too lazy to buy groceries and cook at home, so the family of three ate in the canteen.

It was just after seven o'clock after dinner. It was completely dark outside, and the biting cold wind felt like a knife on my face.

The family of three, wrapped in scarves and with their hands in their sleeves, walked home along the street lights talking and laughing.

When I was approaching the family courtyard, I met an old farmer selling apples on a load.

On such a cold day, the old farmer was wearing an old coat filled with pudding. He didn't even wear socks on his feet. Half of his ankles were exposed. His thin body was bent a little by the weight of the pole.

"Want an apple? Our own apples are crisp and sweet, and they cost only a dime a pound."

As the old farmer walked, he sold to passers-by.

Despite being coldly rejected time and time again by passers-by, the old farmer still had a smile and hope on his face.

Shen Mingzhu felt a little sad and stepped forward to take care of business.

The street lights were not very bright at night, and she could not see clearly even from a distance. Only when she got closer did she recognize that the old farmer was the one who had sold her river delicacies before.

Probably because she was covering her head tightly, the old farmer didn't recognize her, so he enthusiastically picked a big, red apple and asked her to taste it, for fear of losing her as a customer.

Shen Mingzhu pinched the apple. She had just bought a similar one at the vegetable market a few days ago, and it cost [-] cents a pound.

"These apples are so good, why are they sold so cheaply?"

"There's nothing I can do. I can't sell them. In previous years, the dealer would charge [-] cents, but this year I only gave them [-] cents. I couldn't bear to sell such good apples at a low price, so I picked them out and sold them myself."

While speaking, the old farmer kept a smile on his face, but the bitterness, bitterness and helplessness in his words made Shen Mingzhu's nose sore.

She is not usually such a sentimental person, and she doesn't know what happened today.

Pei Yang noticed her emotional fluctuations, squatted down and said to the old farmer, "Weigh all these for me."

The old farmer was surprised and happy, but he said: "I bought so much, can you finish it?"

"You can finish it. There are about ten employees in the factory. You can finish these apples in four or five days at most."

Hearing what Pei Yang said, the old farmer hurriedly found an old urea woven bag, put the apples in it, and explained to them apologetically: "I don't have a big bag, so I can only use this bag for you. I washed this bag several times." Second, it’s clean.”

"It doesn't matter, just pretend."

While chatting with the old farmer, Pei Yang gently stroked Shen Mingzhu's back with his right hand, silently comforting her sadness.

"Do you still have a lot of apples at home?"

"It's a lot. There are still [-] to [-] jins of fruit like this. There are also [-] jins of small defective fruits. They can only be fed to livestock."

Pei Yang comforted him with a smile, "Sell a little a day, and by the time of the Chinese New Year, they will be almost sold out."

"That's the plan. I hope they can all be sold. Several children are still waiting for the money to pay their school fees next year."

Pei Yang was about to ask how many children there were when Shen Mingzhu, who was next to him, suddenly said surprisingly, "Eighty cents a pound, right? I want all the apples in your house."

Pei Yang was so shocked that he almost lost his balance.

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