Era: Starting with the struggle to refuse being taken advantage of

Chapter 84 Brilliant Idea
On the table was a simple notebook. Wang Chengpeng recognized it at a glance as Wangjia Village's production plan for this year, which was also something Wang Fucheng had been researching.

Although Wangjia Village's production efficiency is good every year, even if they follow the established procedures, no one will go hungry.

But Wang Fucheng still wanted to think it over. What if he came up with a good idea? Wouldn't that lead Wangjia Village to achieve even better results? He would be even more proud, and might even get promoted.

In this era of egalitarianism, how easy is it to develop the economy?

Living off the land, relying on the mountains and rivers, digging in the loess soil – this is the most helpless reality of our time.

It was precisely because of this that Wang Fucheng had been thinking for several years but still couldn't figure out how to develop the collective economy of Wangjia Village.

However, just because he doesn't know how doesn't mean Wang Chengpeng doesn't. A statement he saw in the book is very suitable for the current situation in Wangjia Village.

Thinking of this, Wang Chengpeng smiled and said, "Uncle, are you worried about the collective economy of Wangjia Village?"

"It is precisely because of Uncle's responsible leadership that our Wangjia Village has been able to get better and better."

"I have a somewhat immature idea, I wonder if you would like to hear it, Uncle?"

It's absurd that you can come up with a way to make money for the village without even trying to figure it out yourself.

But that's how young people are; they're fearless and unafraid of danger. Wang Fucheng didn't refuse outright, but smiled and said:
"It's good that young people have ideas. Even if they are impractical, speaking them out can broaden everyone's thinking."

“Nephew Cheng Peng, just say what you’re thinking. If we happen to be able to use it, I’ll give you a big credit!”

Knowing that Wang Fucheng had no hope for his ideas, Wang Chengpeng didn't mind and said:

"Uncle, what do you think about opening a sugar factory in our village?"

"Sugar is a rare commodity. If it's of good quality, even a tiny bit can sell for a lot of money. It's definitely something that can make our village rich."

If Wang Fucheng had previously held even a 1% hope for Wang Chengpeng's words, he now had none left, and said with a smile:
“Nephew Cheng Peng, your idea is not bad. You know that white sugar is a good thing.”

"This sugar factory isn't something you can just open up whenever you want. At the very least, you need to know how to make sugar, right?"

"In addition, we also need to purchase materials, which will take a lot of effort and trouble to go back and forth."

"With the future uncertain, how could I possibly let the entire village take the risk with me?"

Purchasing materials?

Wang Chengpeng knew that Wang Fucheng must have some misunderstanding about sugar production, so he said, "Purchasing materials? There's absolutely no need for that."

"Isn't it spring planting season now? We only need to set aside a portion of the land to grow materials."

"As for the sugar-making method, I happened to have read about it in a book, so I can share it with you directly."

With a sigh, Wang Fucheng shook his head and said, "Nephew Cheng Peng, growing vegetables is not as simple as you think."

“You can’t just plant it however you want. The environment in our Wangjia Village is not suitable for sugarcane cultivation at all.”

"If we force them to grow, it will not only be time-consuming and laborious, but the survival rate will also be low. It will be a losing proposition."

"Your idea is good, but it's impractical."

Wang Fucheng's words confirmed Wang Chengpeng's guess. He smiled and said, "Uncle, when did I say I wanted to plant sugarcane?"

"Beets, I want to grow beets."

“I remember that our village used to grow sugar beets, but it was grown as a vegetable and it didn’t really develop into a major industry.”

"Beets?" Wang Fucheng asked with some doubt, "Beets can be used to make sugar?" "Nephew Cheng Peng, you're not lying to me, are you?"

"This is a major event concerning Wangjia Village's production this year, and we must not be careless."

Wang Fucheng's words probably represent the thoughts of the vast majority of people. They only know that sugarcane, which tastes very sweet, can be used to make sugar, but they don't know that beets also have a high sugar content and are a major contributor to sugar production.

Ignoring Wang Fucheng's questioning, Wang Chengpeng smiled and said, "Uncle, would I lie to you about something like this?"

"Even if I dared to lie to you, I couldn't possibly lie to the entire Wangjia Village."

"How about this, it's only the beginning of spring, and I still have some beets stored in my cellar. I'll demonstrate for you right now, and then you'll know whether I'm lying to you or not."

Seeing that Wang Chengpeng's expression was serious and he didn't seem to be lying, Wang Fucheng's expression also became serious, and he said:

"I happen to have some beets in my cellar, I'll go get them for you right now."

"Good nephew, don't worry, if what you say is true, you will definitely get your share of the benefits."

"I was wondering why beets tasted a little sweet; I never knew they had such an important function."

Without waiting for Wang Chengpeng's reply, Wang Fucheng rushed out of the office like a gust of wind.

No wonder he was so excited. After years of fruitless searching, business opportunities had suddenly come knocking on his door. How could he possibly waste even a second of his time?

If this matter can be handled well, no one will be able to question his performance anymore, and he may even be able to achieve further success, which would be an incredible windfall.

Wang Chengpeng didn't have to wait long before Wang Fucheng quickly ran over carrying five beets.

Wang Fucheng placed the beets in front of Wang Chengpeng and urged impatiently, "Good nephew, try it quickly."

"As long as you make edible candy, even coarse candy will do. Uncle will definitely remember this as a great achievement and you will be rewarded accordingly."

This is the second time Wang Fucheng has said something similar, which shows just how anxious he is and how much he values ​​Wang Chengpeng.

However, facing Wang Fucheng's kind gaze, Wang Chengpeng gave a wry smile and said:
"Uncle, I know you're in a hurry, but please don't rush."

"We don't have any tools right now. You're not going to expect me to tear a beet into sugar with my bare hands, are you?"

"I need tools for washing beets, tools for cutting beets, and finally a big pot and enough firewood."

"Besides, sugar production is a big deal. Uncle, do you expect me to perform in a busy office?"

"If someone else steals my skills, that would be..."

Although the sugar-making technique is simple, in order to reduce competition, the fewer people who know about it, the better.

Slapping his forehead, Wang Fucheng chuckled sheepishly, "Good nephew, don't laugh at your uncle. I was indeed a little too hasty."

"Haste makes waste; this is certainly not the right place to demonstrate sugar-making methods."

"Come with me to my house. I have all the tools you need. I will fully support and cooperate with your work."

The suggestion to produce sugar was made by Wang Chengpeng, so how could he possibly refuse Wang Fucheng's suggestion?

He immediately hopped on his bicycle and went to Wang Fucheng's house—it was time to show his true skills!

(End of this chapter)