I'm incredibly ambitious after being reborn.

Chapter 34: Why didn't I expect that?

"Shopkeeper, what kind of machine are you making?"

While eating sunflower seeds, Sang Yuke saw Zhang Daxiang adjusting something around a not-so-large piece of equipment, so she went over to watch and ask questions.

"This is for crushing walnuts. I'll adjust the hammer and test its effect on hickory nuts."

The feeding port is connected to the feeding trough, and the width of the trough is the material processing diameter. As long as the specifications of the nuts to be processed are selected in advance, there is no need to worry about the feeding trough being blocked.

It is a type of hammer crusher commonly used by individual businesses and small factories, and its cost is much cheaper than that of a peanut crusher.

However, the peanut shell crusher has a large daily processing capacity, so you get what you pay for.

The purpose of adjusting the hammer is to establish a standard gear position so that it can be directly calibrated during subsequent production. Of course, Zhang Daxiang doesn't make machines to sell them, so whether or not there is a nameplate is irrelevant.

Make sure to record every debugging session, and the data you have can be treated as a "trade secret".

Perhaps the percentage of intact walnut kernels is only a few ten or twenty Newtons.

Sang Yuke watched with great interest. She loved seeing her husband so serious; he looked so handsome.

"I'll make a sunflower seed grinder later, and then we'll be all set."

"Are they sunflower seeds?"

"Yes, some dishes will use a lot of melon seeds in the future. And for snacks like rice candy, adding more sesame seeds and melon seeds will also increase the selling price by a few cents."

"Can it make money?"

"It's possible, but we don't make much money. Right now we only have two shops and a workshop, and at most a vegetable garden. If we want to make big money, we'll have to wait until next year."

"I was even saying I'd plant sunflowers in Anbian County later."

"Two or three hundred acres are not very useful. You need at least five thousand acres to make a profit, and that's hard-earned money. We don't need it for now."

"Can I have my uncle take over the contract?"

As they were talking, Sang Yuke put the half-eaten handful of sunflower seeds into her pocket, then handed the towel on her shoulder to Zhang Daxiang to wipe his sweat. After Zhang Daxiang finished wiping his sweat, she handed him a large pot of cold tea.

Zhang Daxiang drank most of the teapot in one go, let out a long sigh, and carried the teapot into the office, where he felt incredibly refreshed.

The air conditioning wasn't set too low, and there was an electric fan blowing when you sat down. Sang Yuke took half a watermelon from the refrigerator, then took a stainless steel spoon from her apron pocket, stuck it into the watermelon, and placed it in front of Zhang Daxiang. She then continued, "Shopkeeper, my uncle secretly gave me three thousand yuan before, without telling my aunt. My aunt still doesn't know."

"Oh? Is that so?"

"Yeah. He's working on a construction site in Youzhou right now, mixing mortar. My mom said it's really hard work. I was thinking that if we're going to do a sunflower seed and peanut business, why not have my uncle go farm? That way we can help each other out in the future."

"Well then, it's quite a coincidence."

Zhang Daxiang scooped a large spoonful of watermelon into his mouth. As he spat out the watermelon seeds, he showed Sang Yuke a piece of paper, saying, "Sister Yu, take a look for yourself."

"Let me see……"

Sang Yuke, who had only graduated from junior high school, was at least literate. After looking at it for a while, she asked in a daze, "Is it a truck driver from Huating who wants to do peanut wholesale?"

“My supply here is usually very limited, mainly for ‘Shizipo’ and ‘Zhang’s Canteen’, but since you just mentioned your aunt’s husband, we’ll keep that in mind. Helping out is just a small favor. But let’s not farm for now; we can just be middlemen.”

Large-scale farming is too risky. With a scale of several thousand acres, the investment of several million yuan in the first few years would be wasted. Capital comes and goes in large amounts and is also cyclical. For small businesses with low risk resistance, it is better not to consider it.

Being a middleman also has risks, but it's just buying and selling. Overall, if you're diligent and have a sales channel, you'll make money. "I'll listen to the shopkeeper."

"But Sister Yu, you'd better find a way to talk to your uncle yourself, instead of having your aunt pass on the message."

“I told my cousin to mention it to my uncle.”

"Whether it works out or not is just a casual mention; we won't try to persuade you further."

"Yes, I'll listen to the shopkeeper."

Sang Yuke smiled and secretly rejoiced. She knew that her aunt was spreading rumors back home, but she found it really enjoyable and satisfying, especially now that the Sang family was practically trying to build a memorial arch for her.

Although it wasn't the old Sang family residence, it was just that Dong Sang Family Village was bustling with activity. However, for her to return to Dong Sang Family Village now was truly comparable to a top scholar returning home after passing the imperial examination.

"Speaking of which, my cousin said she'd arrive today. Could she have gotten on the wrong bus?"

"It's not that bad. Pingjiang's train station is quite reliable and not that chaotic."

The original plan was to drive to pick up Sang Yuke's cousin, but Sang Yuke's cousin said she wanted to visit her college classmates in Pingjiang first, so they didn't agree on a specific time to come.

However, Li Zhaodi took her two younger sisters, Li Pandi and Li Xiangdi, to Pingjiang for a trip and met up with her daughter, Wang Yulu, at the long-distance bus station next to Pingjiang Railway Station.

Zhang Daxiang wasn't surprised that they went to Pingjiang to see the gardens. What intrigued him was Wang Yulu's university classmate. After all, it was quite unbelievable that someone from Pingjiang would go to Jindu Normal University in Hedong, thousands of miles away.

For a Pingjiang resident, the journey of several dozen kilometers from Pingjiang to Jiyang City is considered a long trip, a distant journey.

Let alone running to Hedong Road, even running to the neighboring Huainan Road, that's a lifetime for most people.

That's amazing, going so far away to study at a teacher's college.

Of course, Zhang Daxiang was only curious; he would never ask around.

After another busy day, Zhang Daxiang, who hadn't originally planned to do wholesale business in Huating, discussed with Sang Yuke about stocking up on some melon seeds and peanuts. He then made a phone call to a truck driver in his hometown of Huating.

The two sides agreed to meet on September 5th. On that day, a truckload of goods happened to be passing through Jiyang City on its way to the Binjiang area of ​​Zhongwu.

"Hey, Xiang Twelve, why don't you make a brand name for it? You can't just call it Salted Dried Peanuts, can you?"

"Mr. Xu, I've already got the sign ready; it was done this morning."

"What's it called?"

"The fruit of immortality".

"The fruit of immortality? Hahahaha..."

Upon hearing this, Lao Xu, the truck driver on the other end of the phone, burst into laughter. The reason was that peanuts, in the riverside areas of Jiangnan East Road, actually had a local nickname: "longevity fruit."

Old Xu was truly surprised that Zhang Daxiang, this young man, would directly register the three characters "Longevity Fruit." He couldn't believe it at all, because it was so familiar and that's what he usually called it. Who would have thought there was such a thing as this?

But then Lao Xu thought about it again and excitedly slapped his thigh: How come I didn't think of that?!
After designing the trademark and showing it to Sang Yuke, Zhang Daxiang went to a local packaging and printing factory to customize various types of packaging.

After the first batch of several hundred kilograms of peanuts were bagged, villagers came to see what was going on. They had heard that "Zhang Xiang from Sanxingli" had created a branded product, and when they saw that it was called "Longevity Fruit," they looked at each other in bewilderment. But after hearing the explanation of how to register a brand, most of the people who came were just like Lao Xu.

First, he slapped his thigh, then exclaimed: "How could I not have thought of that?!"

(End of this chapter)