"Ling Dong, I hope we have a pleasant cooperation in the future!" Ling Feng had bought the hot pepper sauce and, thinking about the good business at the department store, the smile on his face stretched all the way to his ears. He happily said, "From now on, don’t call me Boss Ling anymore. I’m a bit older than you, you can call me Brother Feng."
"Alright, Brother Feng."
Ling Dong had sold the hot pepper sauce and naturally expressed his happiness in any way he felt like. So far, it seemed that Ling Feng, his business partner, was quite reliable.
No sooner had Ling Feng left than Cheng Hao came back. In the ten days he was away, he had visited the neighboring market and secured quite a few orders for hot pepper sauce. He excitedly said, "Look, my trip wasn’t in vain, I sold another eight hundred bottles."
Cheng Hao felt that he truly had a talent for selling hot pepper sauce. With his silver tongue, selling hot pepper sauce came naturally to him.
"By the way, I also took a trip to South City. The places where I had previously placed the hot pepper sauce all want to reorder. I did a count, and that’s another thousand bottles!" Cheng Hao’s face was both excited and proud as he awaited everyone’s praise.
"Not bad." Pei Yicheng praised with a sentence.
Ling Dong said, "You’re a step late, there’s no stock in the warehouse."
Cheng Hao said in disbelief, "Didn’t I see over a thousand bottles just a few days ago?"
He had taken a few days off before heading to the neighboring market. On his return, he was ready to sell out all the hot pepper sauce from the warehouse. But now, Ling Dong was telling him there was none left.
"Aunt Ji, Ling Dong is pulling my leg, right?" Cheng Hao looked towards Ji Ying, who was standing there, petrified.
Ji Ying was very emotional. Just an hour ago, she was worried about what to do if they couldn’t sell the mountain of hot pepper sauce in the warehouse.
Now, she was distressed about the same thing!
What distressed her was how to produce such a large quantity of sauce?
The next day, Ji Ying carefully picked out two more helpers from the village. With two extra sets of hands, they could make even more hot pepper sauce, right?
At the same time, relying solely on the peppers delivered to their door wasn’t enough, Xu Nianji went around the villages posting notices that Good Mom Food Factory was buying dry hot peppers, and not only in their own county but also in the neighboring one. Xu Nianji made a special trip with Ling Dong as well.
Spending a day in each county, they received so many peppers that they couldn’t fit them all in one truck. In the end, they had to call a tractor to transport them to the food factory.
Watching the business at the factory grow more and more popular, the Xu family members became even more enthusiastic in their work.
The days were growing colder, not only for Ji Ying but also for Xu Qinghe, who was receiving more work and earning more money. Consequently, Xu Nianhua had more pocket money as well.
Xu Nianhua had been thinking about what to offer as a return gift, and she had an idea.
A few days ago, Pei Yicheng had seen Xu Nian’an wearing a new sweater and seemed to really like it. So Xu Nianhua thought of giving him a sweater as a gift.
Xu Nianhua bought coffee-colored wool, then paired it with white wool.
Her knitting skills were learned from Ji Ying, and she was very good at contemplating and knitting patterns. As winter approached, Xu Nianhua knitted new sweaters for her parents and her second brother, all made during her evenings.
She was very fast, able to knit without even looking at the needles.
"What size does he wear, after all?" Xu Nianhua tilted her head and thought about it. Pei Yicheng was always in a wheelchair and seemed thin, but men have larger frames. After some thought, she decided to use Xu Nian’an’s measurements and made it just a bit larger.