Traveling to Daliang Kingdom starts from falling into the water

Chapter 1003 is definitely not a hasty retreat.

These are his own father and brother, so feel free to tease them. Gu Wenxuan, who considers himself thick-skinned, laughed heartily and walked away quickly after being teased.

Yes, it was definitely not a hasty retreat.

Gu Erzhu, who was being dragged along by his youngest son and had to hurry to catch up, found it quite amusing. He couldn't see if his son's face was red, but his earlobes were.

"Why are you running? Did I tell you that you'd be going back and forth to the county school this time? Or are you feeling embarrassed because you love your precious little ones?"

"What's wrong with that? It's not a bad thing to love your wife. Look at me, even though I don't call her 'baby' or 'darling,' I really love my wife and kids."

"Alright, I give up." Gu Wenxuan begged for mercy, both amused and exasperated. "I do have other things to do, I'm not just thinking about my wife and kids."

Gu Erlang waited, hoping his brother would continue, explaining why he wanted to run back and forth, but he never heard anything more. Sure enough, his brother cheated.

Slow down your feet.

—Stretch your neck and look to the left front.

What's going on over there? Who is it? Who's here?
"Father, elder brother, have we had some guests over there? It looks like it's not just our guards. Could someone have come to collect soap?"

Well done, Liu Lang, you turned the tables with that little twist! Gu Erlang shook his head and smiled, "That's a question for you to answer. Whose turn was it to come and collect the soap these past two days?"

"It seems to be the Gao family's turn." Gu Erzhu said the word "seems" with great certainty, "The senior officials went into the city with your Uncle Wang yesterday."

This is true.

In addition to sending their steward and head maid to offer their congratulations, the Gao family also wants to take away this month's share of scented soap, which must have been chosen for today's delivery.

The reason why no mule carts carrying goods have arrived yet is probably because the senior executives came to check the supply of various types of soap with Gu Dachang before loading in the afternoon.

In addition to increasing the supply of several types of scented soap, they now act as if they're afraid of any new products being introduced without being told to them, just like Uncle Zhao when he comes to pick up goods.

Who wouldn't take the money if they could?

Like the face cream and lip balm in the gift sets we ordered last December, who wouldn't want to expand production? It's just that we don't have enough beeswax, one of the raw materials.

Gu Erlang nodded to indicate that he understood, but asked, "So, two more companies have come to pick up goods? With two more companies at once, can you supply goods to five companies now?"

"That's catching up. When we moved the oil press and tofu workshop to expand the pancreas workshop, we originally projected double the output."

You can tell by how many people the soap workshops hired to make soap when they reopened in January this year. Currently, supplying those five businesses shouldn't be a problem.

That's good!
Gu Erlang knew how many female workers the soap workshop had hired from outside during the first month of the lunar year, but he hadn't paid special attention to it; his wife would tell him about it.

It is said that when the factory started operations this year, they hired 30 female workers to pack soap into boxes. After half a month, they were too busy to handle the workload, so they hired another 20 female workers.

According to his wife, the soap workshop had hired nearly a hundred female workers from outside to pack and box soaps.

It's easy to imagine that this year's soap production will be no less than before. Even if it's cold and difficult to switch shifts or work overnight to pack and box the soap, they can still pack quite a lot in just one day. But he really didn't know that his brother had been planning to double the production since he moved out of the oil press and tofu shop. Judging from what he said, it's possible that he's now planning to do more than double the production.

As long as we can keep up with the supply to those five companies, we will not only make more money, but also ensure that those five companies do not come for nothing. However, "if the quality is not good, the quantity will be too large and the quality will be poor."

Like the scented soap in soap making, Uncle Zhao sells it for a pretty good price, right? We can't let the quality of the scented soap decrease batch after batch just to make a little more money.”

This was a well-intentioned reminder, and Gu Wenxuan nodded decisively in response, "No, the inspectors for each process are divided into two groups to check from the front to the back."

He said that when it comes to the safety of toiletries and skincare products, his wife keeps a very close eye on the quality control. "Basically, if there are even slight flaws in the appearance, the product will not be shipped out."

Gu Erzhu was certain that his son's words were true. Putting aside the other processes, just the cutting process alone meant that if any piece of soap was cut even slightly off-center, it would be ruined.

Otherwise, why would it be so expensive? Zhao Laosan never utters a word and is always afraid of not hauling enough goods. In Zhao Laosan's words, you can tell it's good stuff without even looking at it.

Of course, Zhao Laosan was unaware that his daughter Sanya was incredibly cunning. She said that everything should be treated as waste, which sounded like she didn't want it anymore, but in reality, she didn't just throw it away.

They are all grouped together according to various fragrances and then boiled again to make scented soap. Sometimes, it seems that some spices are added, and the selling price is even higher.

Just like Sanya's insistence on raising pigs, sheep, chickens, ducks, and geese in every village, people who didn't know better would think that Sanya was raising everything for her own consumption, and that she was definitely losing money while making a lot of noise.

Actually, where is it?

In Sanya's words, buying it themselves would not only cost money, but they could also give it as a gift in the name of local specialties produced on their own estate, and also collect fertilizer.

Similar situations are a case of "different strokes for different folks." What seems like a huge loss is just for show.

You're shrewd, but your brother isn't stupid either. Putting aside Sanya, if you really hired a lot of people to pack soap and put it in boxes, and didn't make double the money, your brother would be the first to refuse.

Gu Erzhu glanced at his eldest son, then at his youngest son, and saw that his eldest son was worrying about whether there were enough raw materials for his youngest son, which secretly amused him.

Before yesterday, your brother and his wife were probably worried that they didn't have enough raw materials and wouldn't be able to make much stuff, but starting today...?
Not to mention the Xu family, there's also the Zhou family clan in Jiangnan, along with their fellow disciples. As long as there's money, they can find any raw materials.

Your younger brother and his wife have already started casting their nets everywhere. They're not even looking at coal; the price your brother gets is 30% cheaper than what he gets from your Uncle Zhao.

With this 30% discount, who knows how much soap solution could be made, or how much paper could be dried? Ah, thinking of paper, Gu Erzhu suddenly remembered something.

exactly!

The topic of the two sons came to a temporary halt.

"Liu Lang, have you given the orders for collecting waste paper and scraps of paper? It seems like oiled paper can't be recycled for pulp, since it's coated with tung oil, right? If you don't collect oiled paper, I'm afraid you'll have a hard time collecting those Xuan papers with writing on them for pulp."

Not only did your Uncle Changping say that all the discarded paper with writing on it at the school should be collected and burned, but I also got some information from the county magistrate. He said that you scholars should not disrespect paper with writing on it, and you should not throw it away casually.

He said the county school was just like the county government office, with its own furnace for burning paper with writing on it. He worried that if you wanted to collect paper, you wouldn't be able to, and that would sound bad if word got out. In my opinion, we should just let it go.”