The weather is getting hotter, and there are more and more people enjoying the cool under the grape corridor in Zhongjiawa Community. Their parents are having a short and small relationship, endless feelings, and endless food, clothing, housing and transportation.

When it comes to eating, of course, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar are indispensable.

"Old Liu, go and have a soy sauce?" The enthusiastic neighbors greeted each other.

The older generation said "making soy sauce". Young people in later generations can no longer see the real scene of "making soy sauce".

In the 1980s and 1990s, when people were rushing to the street, they would take empty bottles to the grain and oil store to renew a bottle of "secondary soy sauce". Empty bottles are basically left over from people who drink alcohol or drink beverages. They have various shapes and different soy sauces that can be filled.

In the early 1990s, convenience stores represented by self-employed businesses were very common in many townships. At that time, the price was calculated based on how many items were collected. Use a carrier to scoop out the soy sauce from the bucket, and then pour the soy sauce into an empty bottle through a funnel. If the lifting is just enough to fill a bottle, it will be two yuan, and this lifting is one pound.

If you can't put the empty bottle in the left, just look at it with your eyes and charge about a little money based on your experience. How many cents can you make in two yuan?

Most of the shops in Zhongjiawa community have bottled soy sauce.

"Everyone try the soy sauce from our factory." Qin Dong got out of the car with a smile and took out a few boxes of soy sauce from the trunk. "Everyone has a lot of opinions..."

"Dadong, is this soy sauce produced by your factory?" asked the bearded uncle with a smile.

"My Shicheng factory produces many products in the future..." Qin Dong smiled and saw Du Yuan coming towards him. Xiao Qin Xun followed his grandfather happily. When he saw his father, he ran over like a long time ago.

"Dad, try the soy sauce from our factory." When he got home, Qin Dong smiled and put a bottle of soy sauce without trademarks on the table. "Douban sauce, oh, it's also from this factory. It's being tested. It probably will take a year or two to go on the market..."

Du Yuan is a chef and likes to cook. The kitchen knife in the kitchen is hung on the wall, "Well, this tastes quite fresh, with a thick and strong feeling, not like beans brewed... It has the fragrance of dried meat..."

"Dad, you're an expert," Qin Dong praised his father-in-law without any concealment. Du Xiaoju, who had just entered the house, was constantly amused. "It's really not brewed with beans, but with dry yeast that we don't use."

"Oh, no wonder, well, fresh, delicious." Du Yuan dipped his chopsticks in soy sauce and put them in his mouth, "The color is also good."

Du Xiaoju and Xiaoju's mother also came over. The soy sauce produced in Qindong Factory will be the soy sauce that you often eat at home in the future.

"Mom, how do you feel better than our lighthouse?" Du Xiaoju asked.

"Well, it's all done." Xiaoju's mother slammed her mouth, "Dadong, how much does it cost to sell for your soy sauce?"

"Three pieces of nine." Qin Dong took out the fermented bean curd from the box. Like bean paste, this is a new product of Shicheng.

"Three yuan nine?" Xiaoju's mother smiled, "It's one dollar more expensive than the lighthouse. This is soy sauce and vinegar. Can anyone buy it?"

Yes, Du Yuan looked at his son-in-law, "You have someone to think of these things for a cent." He looked at Du Xiaoshu who came in from outside the door and learned that his brother-in-law was back, Du Xiaoshu must have rushed home.

Xiaoju's mother also smiled, "You still remember the fat aunt in the front yard..."

In the 1970s, living standards were low and everyone had no money in their pockets, so the value of money was very useful.

"At that time, the supply and marketing cooperative sold bulk soy sauce, which cost 30 cents per pound, and Aunt Fat bought one cent. She picked up the soy sauce bottle and looked at it, saying that the salesperson was shorter than the pound and paid one cent less. The salesperson was dissatisfied, and the two sides started arguing..."

Under everyone's suggestions and supervision, the results were really detected, which were soy sauce that cost a cent less.

"The salesperson's explanation at the time was: Maybe when he was making soy sauce, his hands trembled, and the can was overflowing a little. How do you guess Aunt Fat know that she had less soy sauce?"

I really haven't heard Xiaoju's mother say this. Qin Dong was curious, Du Xiaoju's siblings didn't know, so Xiao Qin Xun came over.

"Aunt Fat, I carved five points, eight points, and one cent marking line on my own soy sauce bottle. If I touch a short pound or less, she will know how much it is missing."

Hey--

Everyone was happy, but Qin Dong understood what his mother-in-law meant. Soy sauce and vinegar were just a small deal. The people saw it. You sold one dollar more than the lighthouse soy sauce. Is there anyone buying your soy sauce?

"I remember when I was a child, the soy sauce from the convenience store near my house was packed in a white plastic bucket. The bucket was taller than me. Usually the boss scooped me three times and then had to pay the bill." Du Xiaoshu was also immersed in the memories at this time, sad but sweet memories, "Dad asked me to make soy sauce, so I saved two cents and bought a few nougat..."

"You are honest, your sister doesn't have the same thoughts as you." Du Yuan looked at his old son.

Back then, don’t think that your child’s mind was just about making soy sauce. Going to make soy sauce is because you can buy some snacks at the same time. That is the happiest time for the children.

A child born in the 1990s like Xiao Qin Xun cannot understand it.

"Dadong, what level of soy sauce are you?" Xiaoju's mother suddenly asked again.

Seven things to do when living a life: food, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, tea, soy sauce, soy sauce are essentials.

In the early 1980s, let alone drinking beer, eating soy sauce was a big problem for ordinary people. A slightly better soy sauce was often out of stock. In some places, some soy sauces were not even bought, which means there was no soy sauce to sell. Many residents had white hairs at home, and they were reluctant to throw them away. They wrote a letter to ask how to remove the white hairs!

Soy sauce was divided into grades at that time, such as first-level soy sauce, second-level soy sauce, and third-level soy sauce. Soy sauce is generally produced with bean cakes as raw materials. The so-called first-level soy sauce is one pound of bean cakes and two pounds of soy sauce, which is the first-level product; second-level soy sauce is one pound of bean cakes and three pounds of soy sauce, and one pound of bean cakes produces four pounds of five pounds of soy sauce is the third-level soy sauce.

At that time, 80% of the soy sauce on the market were grade 3 products, and there were very few grade 1 and grade 2. Even if there were, they could not enter the market at all. They were given hotels, hotels, guesthouses, etc., and ordinary people ate grade 3 soy sauce.

"Later, people had some money in their hands, and everyone wanted to eat some good soy sauce, but they couldn't buy it. In addition, many people who basically didn't eat soy sauce in the past also started to buy some soy sauce," not everyone ate soy sauce back then. Many people didn't have the money to buy soy sauce, but they only bought some soy sauce during the Chinese New Year and the holidays. "This makes the supply of soy sauce even more tight..."

Recalling those years, Du Yuan's face was calm at this time, without any deep bitterness or deep hatred.

Those ordinary days are also full of the fireworks of the world, which makes him miss them.

"Brother-in-law, do you think this is more profitable than beer?" Du Xiaoshu looked at the soy sauce and dashes in his hand.

"I think it's OK." Du Yuan interrupted, "The uncle of my apprentice Xiao Guan from our police station made some money by making sugar-colored soy sauce, and became one of the earliest "ten thousand yuan households"..."

Make money?

Qin Dong really wanted to tell this brother-in-law that in the Chinese food commercial market, there are many small commodities with prices of several yuan, ten yuan, and dozens of yuan, forming a large enterprise with a market value of more than 10 billion yuan or even 100 billion yuan.

For example, Laoganma's chili sauce, Fuling pickles, Chacha melon seeds and other foods.

In the soy sauce field, he wants to turn this small business with only a few yuan into a large company with a market value of 100 billion yuan in the future.

He wants to be the soy sauce king in China!
Chapter completed!