Xu Nian’an and Pei Yicheng had opened up to each other in their conversation, and Xu Nian’an found that Pei Yicheng knew an awful lot.
Even though Xu Nian’an felt that he was well-educated, he still seemed rather shallow in front of Pei Yicheng.
Pei Yicheng, too, was very down-to-earth and amicable, sharing a lot with Xu Nian’an, which made Xu Nian’an feel as if his horizons had suddenly broadened.
After leaving Pei Yicheng’s house, Xu Nian’an and Xu Nianhua had already decided to start a factory.
He was right, chili sauce, unlike other products, can’t just be sold on a whim; it requires food licenses and the like.
Eventually, Xu Nian’an and Pei Yicheng agreed that Pei Yicheng would invest the money, they would sell the ready-made chili sauce, and for the remaining factory matters, Pei Yicheng wouldn’t handle anything, splitting the profits sixty-forty.
Pei Yicheng wanted a fifty-fifty split.
Xu Nian’an wanted a seventy-thirty split.
In the end, both of them compromised, and it became a sixty-forty split.
Pei Yicheng got the larger share, sixty percent, while they took the smaller one, forty percent.
Without Pei Yicheng’s money and his sales channels, no matter how good they were at making chili sauce, it wouldn’t translate into money.
After getting home, Xu Nian’an told Ji Ying about it, and she, as if in a dream, said, "We’re going to set up a factory?"
"Yes," Xu Nianhua said with a beaming smile, always feeling that since their rebirth, their lives had been getting better and better.
"But, what if, what if I can’t make that much? What if no one buys it?"
Ji Ying started to worry again.
Xu Nian’an comforted her, "Mom, don’t worry. Just do it the way you usually do, and you will definitely make money."
"That’s right," Xu Nianhua chimed in, "Not only can we make chili sauce, but we can also make fish chili sauce. We can use dried chili to make crispy fried fish chili sauce, which definitely tastes delicious."
"Exactly, exactly— and the pickled ginger you make, mom, it also tastes great."
Xu Nianhua praised enthusiastically, the things his own mother made were always especially delicious no matter what they were.
After deciding to set up the factory, Xu Nian’an busied himself with the task, while Xu Nianji sold bean sprouts and Xu Qinghe was rushing to make bean sprout buckets these days. The bean sprouts were selling well, and Xu Qinghe was in a hurry. If he finished making the bean sprout buckets sooner, they could earn some extra money.
Ji Ying started to gather chili peppers, at three cents per pound.
It was really the price of cabbage.
When Xu Nianhua heard this price, the corners of his mouth involuntarily twitched. In the future, chili peppers would be expensive, a few bucks per pound, with red chili peppers even more costly, seven or eight yuan per pound.
But now, they were only three cents a pound.
"Nianhua, who else in the village buys chili peppers? Even in the county, there aren’t many people buying chili peppers. At this price of three cents, people can earn three cents if they sell it, but if not, they can only keep it for their own consumption," Ji Ying explained.
Nowadays, every household had planted plenty of vegetables; who would spend extra money to buy chili peppers?
Take the county for example; not every household plants chili peppers, but most of them did.
Once Ji Ying explained, Xu Nianhua understood. Indeed, now people only bought meat and vegetables were grown at home.
Even during the off-season when fresh greens aren’t available, there were dried vegetables like dried string beans, pickled vegetables, pickled radishes, and dried mustard greens. Along with eggs, as long as they could get through this period, the garden vegetables would come back again.
Pei Yicheng had money, and Xu Nian’an was industrious. After running around with Ling Dong for two days, they found the location for the factory.