Let you go home and raise chickens, what the hell is this confinement center?

Chapter 139 We have been watching for so long, and you say you won’t sell it?
Song Jun nodded. What Lin Feng said was completely correct and reasonable.

It was Lin Feng who planned to make jam alone.

How much can one person accomplish at the cost of his life?
Besides, what if too many yellow apricots are harvested, but the jam doesn’t sell as well as the flower cakes, then wouldn’t all the losses be Lin Feng’s?

People can't do this!
What's more, doesn't he, the village chief, know the situation of the people in their village?
Don't be fooled by the fact that there are so many people gathered here now.

In fact, quite a few people there were asking questions on behalf of their relatives from other villages.

So, Song Jun followed his thoughts and said that he would be the one to communicate with the villagers.

"Come on, come on! Everyone, be quiet. Lin Feng and I have already understood this matter."

Song Jun cleared his throat and spoke in a low voice.

"Lin Feng heard from his third brother that yellow apricots would be wasted if they were not eaten, so he thought of buying some to make jam."

In the crowd, the third brother was a little stunned for a moment when he heard the reason.

He thought that Lin Feng felt good after eating his yellow apricots.

"The yellow apricots only have a few days to bear fruit. I know everyone is anxious."

"Let me first talk about Lin Feng's requirements for yellow apricots when making jam."

"First of all, the meat is thick and big. The aunts who went to Lin Feng's house to help also know that they need to peel it."

"After the meat is peeled, only the core is left, right?"

"Also, don't buy any that have too many bugs or have been sprayed with pesticides."

Song Jun controlled the tone and speed of his speech and immediately caught people's attention and got a response from the crowd.

"Yeah."

"That's not what it is."

Seeing that the crowd had almost given enough feedback, Song Jun continued:
"Also, Lin Feng is alone and usually has to cook for the students."

"Even if he worked himself to death, he couldn't harvest all the yellow apricots, so harvesting yellow apricots is limited to our village."

"Don't try to fool me. Who has yellow apricot trees? How many are there? What do they look like?"

"Even if I don't know, the students who have to let Lin Feng cook know it."

"But don't be discouraged, Lin Feng said that if you want to learn how to make jam, you can go to his house and watch."

"As for how much you can learn, it depends on your own ability."

"Okay, now anyone who still wants to sell yellow apricots can stay."

"Tell me when your yellow apricots will be ready to be harvested from the trees. It would be best if you could send over a few samples."

As soon as the village chief finished speaking, more than half of the people left.

Some of them were there just to join in the fun, and some of them didn't have enough Huang Xing at home to meet the requirements.

For example, Aunt Li’s family grows small yellow apricots, which are sweet but have little flesh.

"Pity."

Aunt Li left while muttering to herself, feeling disappointed.

Then, she looked at Lin Feng again and thought:
Why don’t you learn it yourself?
As long as it's not too troublesome, she can do it slowly by herself.

The yellow apricot trees planted by the people in their village are basically old yellow apricots, old varieties, and trees that are more than ten to twenty years old.

Ever since Secretary Wang was cheated, he dared not buy new fruit trees on the market at will.

Besides, I’ve raised it for so long, I can’t bear to cut it down.

Like Secretary Wang, look at the big yellow apricot.

Even though it's so sour, it's rare to eat it occasionally.

It’s not like what the professors at the Agricultural University said.

After cutting off the branches, I continued to buy good fruit trees for grafting.

Those who stayed were all very happy.

He kept praising his own yellow apricots, saying they were no worse than those of his third brother's.

The third brother was standing in the crowd. When he heard that Lin Feng had decided to take his yellow apricot first, he would be lying if he said he was unhappy.

Anyway, the third brother accepted the favor.

………………

To make yellow apricot jam, Lin Feng used a large stainless steel basin.

Place the large basin in the yard and place it on the pile of firewood.

One hundred kilograms of yellow apricot flesh, along with the pickled syrup, were all poured into a large iron basin and stirred.

Making jam takes time.

The aunties who came nearby to continue processing the yellow apricots did not feel that it was very difficult, and it seemed that they could do it themselves at home.

I had a rough idea in my mind and didn't care so much whether the yellow apricots from my own farm could pass the test.

After a while, a canned aroma spread in the air along with the steam, covering the original taste of the fruit. It tasted sour and sweet, and my mouth was filled with saliva unconsciously.

Lin Feng's phone was still carefully live-streaming and recording everything happening before his eyes.

[Real jam! In addition to sugar, it is also made of yellow apricots! ]

[The ingredients are so solid that you can see it with your naked eyes! Love it! ]

[Hahahaha, the anchor is squatting on the ground cleaning bottles, so pitiful.]

[This is 100 kilograms of yellow apricots. I don’t know how much jam it can produce. ]

[I think it can’t be too much, because after the water evaporates, there will be nothing left. ]

[Also skimming the foam, this is too attentive. 】

【…】

The soup becomes thicker and thicker as time goes on.

At this time, people cannot leave the edge of the pot and must keep stirring.

If the bottom is burnt, it is a failure and the whole pot of jam is basically ruined.

Lin Feng stirred the pot again and again, slowly, until only a little jam was left at the bottom of the pot.

It is golden and sticky, with small bubbles bubbling out.

Occasionally he lifted the jams to observe their consistency.

When it finally reached his favorite consistency, he quickly wrapped the sides of the steel basin with a towel and took the pot away.

【666! 】

【The host is awesome. 】

[Ah! The blue veins on the arm are so beautiful, take a sip! ]

[The one in front, be reserved, is there no one you care about on the Internet? ]

【…】

From 100 kilograms of yellow apricots, a little over 24 bottles of jam were produced, which is about 12 kilograms.

He stuffed everything into the machine and started disinfecting and sealing it.

Lin Feng picked up the calculator and started to do the math.

Hand movements, mouth chanting:
"100 kilograms of yellow apricots, 200 yuan, sugar, 30 yuan, labor..."

"The cost price for a 250ml bottle is..."

He looked at the big number '22' on the calculator and exclaimed.

“Oh my god, this is so expensive.”

"This doesn't even include my own wages. I must be considered a skilled worker anyway."

“Can I really sell it?”

Lin Feng has begun to doubt his life.

After finishing all this, Lin Feng talked about it in the live broadcast room.

This yellow apricot jam will not be sold online for the time being.

As a result, the live broadcast room exploded.

[You showed it to us for so long, and now you tell us you don’t want to sell it? ]

[I’m telling you, I’m angry, the kind that you can’t appease even if you take off your mask! ]

[Fuck, I didn’t want to buy it originally, but now that you said that, I’m actually a little tempted to buy it.]

[That is, the main character is rebellious. ]

【…】

Lin Feng quickly explained, "The quantity is too small, so I'll sell it in the store first."

"When the quantity accumulates in the future, we will open online shopping."

"I don't even have an online store right now. Don't worry."

Well, if you can sell it in a small store in the county, it would be best to sell it there.

This way you don't have to worry about it at all.

If it really doesn't work, it's not too late to open online shopping later.

Opening an online store now is convenient for the audience.

The trouble is myself who is in trouble.

………………

(End of this chapter)