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Chapter 211: Get a driver’s license and find a partner?

"Big sister, this salt-baked chicken is made with salt, so it's very salty. Come, drink some water." Yuan Chenghui said, and quickly poured a glass of water for Song Mengying.

Song Mengying drank it in one gulp and said, "It tastes pretty good. Now the county sells 200 a day, and the city sells 700 to 800. Can we make a production of 1,000 a day?"

"Big sister, there is no problem in making it, but there are not enough chickens. Meng Fan has searched all the nearby chicken farms, and he needs a thousand chickens a day, which makes him worried." Yuan Chenghui said.

"It's okay. During the Chinese New Year, I made an agreement with Uncle Dashuanzi in the village. He said that we should join forces with other villagers to set up a chicken farm. The chickens here can be sold quickly, within three to four months. If we can get through this, our supply of live chickens will be stable," said Song Mengying.

"That's good." Yuan Chenghui said.

Yuan Chenghui continued, "Big sister, now that we've seen this, why don't we go see the brick factory? They're busy there."

Song Mengying nodded and followed Yuan Chenghui to the brick factory.

It was almost dark by this time, and we went to the brick factory. High-wattage light bulbs were lit, and everyone was still working hard.

"There's nothing we can do. There are too many people ordering bricks, and we can't even keep up with the schedule. We have to all work overtime together," said Yuan Chenghui.

There are many steps in firing bricks, including soaking soil, mixing mud, making blanks, putting them on the shelf, loading the kiln, firing the kiln, and then firing them into solid blue bricks.

All of these jobs are done manually and require a lot of strength. Those who work in the brick factory are all the strong young men in the village. In very cold weather, some of them only wear a single layer of clothing, especially those who work in the kiln. They sweat from the heat in front of the kiln.

"Making a living here is too hard," said Song Mengying.

"Who says it's not true? The work here is harder than that in the food factory. But the work here is recorded, that is, you get paid according to how much you do," said Yuan Chenghui.

"How much can you earn in a day doing this?" Song Mengying asked.

"If you calculate it, you can earn at least five dollars a day, otherwise who would be willing to do it?" Yuan Chenghui said.

Song Mengying nodded. The work here was hard, but the pay was high, so it was an option.

"Big sister, I have almost finished practicing driving, and I am thinking of taking the driving test in a few days. Do we not need to hire another driver? I can do it myself." Yuan Chenghui said.

Song Mengying smiled and said, "If you pass the test, I'll buy you a new car."

"Really?" Yuan Chenghui's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Of course it's true. By the way, how is the profit of your brick factory?" Song Mengying asked.

Yuan Chenghui quickly handed over the accounts, and the village's old accountant calculated the accounts clearly. Song Mengying took a look and felt that although everyone worked harder in this brick factory, it could still make a profit. If they did a good job, they could buy some machines in the future, and the output of bricks would increase, and everyone would be able to relax a little.

"Okay, let's get started." Song Mengying looked at the long list of orders and thought that the brick factory would not have to worry about lack of business for more than half a year.