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Qian Cheng was aware of this problem. These days, it wasn't acceptable for individuals to run businesses. Selling some agricultural products at the market was already the limit: "So we had to go to the production brigade first and register this business under their name, turning it into a collective sideline business. That way, it wouldn't be considered speculation, and it would be compliant and legal."

Qian Lu didn't understand these things, but after hearing Qian Cheng's words, he thought they made sense. He looked at Qian Cheng and asked, "Have you thought it all through?"

Qian Cheng nodded and methodically explained the plan: "I've thought it through. The first step is to go find the team leader and finalize things."

The second step is to go to the mine and find the canteen manager.

If we can get both of these steps right, you'll be in charge of delivering goods to the mine, and I'll stay home and sprout bean sprouts. We'll work together, brother."

Qian Lu was silent for a moment, then asked, "So, you're really quitting the work at the mine?"

Qian Cheng looked at him and said, "Brother, it's not safe to go down into the mine. You know that. Two years ago, a mine collapsed and killed three people."

Two more people died in a gas explosion last year.

"Mom only has you and me as her sons. What will happen to her if something happens to you? What will happen to my sister-in-law? What will happen to our unborn child?"

Qian Lu fell silent.

The eldest sister-in-law listened from the side, her eyes a little red. She didn't really want Qian Lu to go to work in the mine, but the family was short of money, and if he didn't go, they wouldn't be able to support the family.

Qian Lu thought for a long time, and finally nodded: "Okay, you have a better idea than me, I'll listen to you."

Qian Cheng stood up: "Let's go then, let's go to the brigade first."

The two went out the door and headed towards the brigade headquarters.

The brigade headquarters was located at the east end of the village, consisting of a row of adobe houses with a sign hanging outside.

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The sign for the production team of Laowozi Village, and the sign for the brigade's Party branch.

When they arrived at the entrance of the brigade headquarters, Qian Cheng knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Pushing open the door, I saw Captain Li sitting behind his desk, smoking and looking at some documents.

Seeing Qian Cheng and Qian Lu enter, he paused for a moment, then said, "Oh, you two brothers? Something up?"

Qian Cheng walked over and sat down on the stool: "Uncle, there's something I'd like to discuss with you."

Old Li put down his cigarette: "Speak."

Qian Cheng cleared his throat and said, "Uncle, it's like this. As you know, I've been sprouting some bean sprouts at home these past few days. I went to the market to sell them and made a few bucks."

Old Li nodded: "I've heard about it, it's selling quite well."

"But relying solely on selling at the market is too slow. I was thinking, could we expand this business and bring some benefits to our team?"

Old Li's eyes lit up: "How do we plan it?"

Qian Cheng said, "Uncle, look, there's no work in the fields in winter, and the villagers are all idle."

The older workers in the mine work hard every day, digging coal to support the country's construction.

But in winter, besides cabbage and radishes, there's not even a single refreshing new vegetable to eat.

He paused for a moment, then continued, "I've tried it at home, sprouting beans isn't difficult."

As long as the temperature remains stable and you water frequently, a new crop can be harvested every four or five days.

One pound of soybeans can yield eight or nine pounds of bean sprouts, which are very tender and much better than cabbage or radishes.

Old Li listened without saying a word, but his eyes were moving.

Qian Cheng continued, "I was thinking that our team could start a collective side business and organize a few people to grow bean sprouts."

I delivered it to the mine's canteen. Firstly, it was because we farmers were supporting industrial production and improving the meals for our older brothers workers, which was politically justifiable.

Secondly, the team can earn some collective income, and at the end of each month, everyone can receive a share of the profits, so every household can benefit.

Old Li took a puff of his cigarette: "You understand technology?"

"I understand. You've seen what I've posted these past few days. One pound of soybeans yields eight or nine pounds of tender, unrotten soybeans. I've mastered the technique, so it won't be difficult to teach others."

Old Li then asked, "Can the mine take it?"

"We need to talk to them, but I think it can work out."

There are hundreds of people working at the mine, and they need to eat every day, so the canteen must be short of fresh vegetables.

"We'll deliver to their door, the price is fair, and it's more convenient than them buying groceries themselves, so why wouldn't they want it?"

Old Li nodded, then asked, "So, how do we settle the accounts?"

"For business transactions, our team will issue a certificate and sign a contract with the mine in the name of the production team's sideline business group."

At the end of the month, the mine's general affairs department will settle accounts with our team through the collective account. It's all compliant and legal, without any problems whatsoever.

Old Li fell silent, smoking and thinking slowly.

Qian Cheng didn't rush him, he just waited.

After a long while, Old Li stubbed out his cigarette and looked at Qian Cheng: "Are you really being sincere about what you're saying? Isn't it all for your own money?"

Qian Cheng looked at him and knew that playing tricks at this time would only annoy others, so it was better to tell the truth. If he wasn't thinking about making money for himself, he wouldn't have come to say this: "Uncle, to tell you the truth, I do want to make money. I owe my master 100 yuan for hospital fees, and I have to pay it back."

But I also want to do something for the team. If this works out, the team will make money and receive monthly dividends, making every household happy.

I run errands and earn a little extra for my hard work. It's a win-win situation; neither of us loses out.

He paused, then said, "Uncle, don't worry, I'll cover any losses, and the profits will go to the collective. I will absolutely not cause you any trouble."

Old Li stared at him for a long time, then suddenly laughed.

"You're something else, kid." He stood up, walked over to Qian Cheng, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "You're better than I thought. I thought you were just a sly kid, but I didn't expect you to still care about the team."

Qian Cheng smiled but didn't say anything.

Old Li said, "Okay, I agree to this. The team will issue a certificate to give you the status of the person in charge of the production team's sideline production group."

From now on, you'll represent our production team when we go out to negotiate business. Everything will be legal and compliant, and nobody will dare say anything.

Qian Cheng was secretly delighted: "Thank you, Uncle."

"Don't thank me yet." Old Li waved his hand. "You'll have to handle things at the mine yourself. If you succeed, the team will support you. If you fail, don't blame me."

"Understood, Uncle. There's one more thing."

"explain."

"My older brother, Qian Lu, wants to work with me. He worked in the mine for two years and is familiar with the situation there. He wants to take over the delivery business at the mine in the future."

Old Li looked at Qian Lu and nodded: "Okay, you two brothers can work together and look out for each other. Qian Lu is a reliable person, so I trust him."

Qian Lu, who had been silent the whole time, quickly said, "Thank you, Uncle."

Old Li waved his hand: "Alright, go back and wait. I'll have the accountant give you a certificate and stamp it in a bit. You can take the certificate to the mine and you'll have a lot more confidence."

Qian Lu breathed a sigh of relief as he left the brigade headquarters.

He looked at Qian Cheng and admired his younger brother: "Chengzi, you're really something. The way you said it even moved me."

Qian Cheng smiled and said, "Brother, you need to learn this. When you go to the mine, you'll need to know how to speak it."

Qian Lu scratched his head: "I'm bad at talking, I can't learn."

"You can learn it. Take your time, and you'll be just like me eventually."

The two returned home, and not long after, accountant Lao Zhao arrived.