The system invites me to be a teacher

"Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Long Aotian and Fang Zhenyuan were full of oily mouths at the fritters and pickles on the table.

In order to be in a hurry, the two hired a car at 5 o'clock in the morning to rush here, and now their hungry chests stick to their backs.

Fang Zhenyuan swallowed a fried dough stick in one bite, and at the same time gave a thumbs up: "Uncle, your tofu brain tastes absolutely amazing!"

As for the title of Tai Shi Gong Tai Shi Mu, of course, it was just a joke between the two of them, and they changed their words as soon as they entered the room.

Confucius proudly said: "Of course, this tofu brain is your teacher's favorite. The soybeans used are picked out one by one. The bittern is also the most authentic brine.

Let me tell you a little secret. In addition to good ingredients, the most important thing is to clean it.

Those on the street sell early because they do a lot and don't have time to pick out the bad soybeans, so when you drink them, they will have a strange taste."

Mother Kong also smiled on the side: "When you let your uncle make braised fish for you at noon, the taste is really authentic!"

Confucius and Mencius stared, "What noon? Give me back immediately after I have eaten. It's just two days before I start to skip class again, right?"

Long Aotian waved his hand indifferently: "Mr. Kong, even if you are not there, we will have nothing to do even if we go back to school? Why not stay here and ask you if you have any questions."

Fang Zhenyuan opened his bag: "Look, we brought all our homework."

Seeing that they both took out a thick stack of textbooks and problem sets, Confucius and Mencius...

His tone finally eased: "Then you can't skip class, isn't there still Teacher Xie in the class?"

Long Aotian shook his head: "Teacher Kong, to be honest, although Teacher Xie's lecture is not bad, it is still incomparable to you."

Fang Zhenyuan also said: "Yeah, everyone is used to your lectures, but others can't listen to them."

Confucius and Mencius: "..."

Shaking his head helplessly, Confucius and Mencius had to call Xie Meixuan and tell him about the two being here.

Then he assigned excessive learning tasks to the two of them, and solemnly expressed that he would check carefully.

He thought the two would protest, but the two quickly finished their meal, and went to a quiet room to review without saying a word.

Upon seeing this, Kong Ren admired him with a thumbs up: "Brother, you are really amazing! I found it after the students who had just asked for leave and returned to their hometown. You are definitely the first in the country."

Confucius smiled. Although he was very angry on the surface, he was still very pleased that the two of them could come over.

"Dad, this is the method of wine making that I wrote overnight. Please take a look first and ask me if you don't understand."

Confucius waved his hand indifferently: "Give it to your brother, he is young and learns quickly, and it is easier for you brothers to communicate."

Kong Ren was about to pick him up, when someone knocked on the door again.

Confucius and Mencius thought it was Fang Qiong who had arrived, and hurriedly walked over to open it, but saw three or four men standing outside the door, the leader of which was Kong Fang, the head of Kongjia Village.

"Oh, when did Mencius come back?"

Confucius and Mencius also returned to his senses at this time: "Uncle Fang, who just arrived home last night, have you eaten yet? Come in!"

Confucius was two years younger than Confucius, and he was considered his own family in terms of generations.

Confucius also stood up, and both sides treated each other politely. After everyone had entered the yard and sat down, he asked, "Lao Fang, are you doing anything to come here so early?"

"This..." Kong Fang hesitated.

A young man next to him said: "Uncle Fang, just chant it directly, it's not a shameful thing."

Father Confucius also said: "Yes, we have been in friendship for so many years, so there is no need to shy away from it."

Kong Fang sighed: "Did you ask me a few days ago to say that you want to set up a winery? After discussing this, the big guy felt that this matter was not very safe, so I wanted to wait."

When Father Confucius heard this, he was anxious: "Wait? The black grapes in the field are now ripe. If they can't be processed in time, they will spoil immediately.

With so many places in our village, if we wait one more day, it is likely to be tens of thousands of losses!"

Kong Fang was embarrassed: "But Brother Kong, I can't decide this matter alone..."

Confucius calmed down: "I know you are embarrassed, it is better for you to be affected again, and I will tell you carefully, Chen Qing's interests in person, I think they will understand..."

The young man who had just spoken saw that the two men were entangled and interrupted immediately: "Uncle Fang, if you can't speak, let me talk.

Uncle Kong, we don’t talk secretly. Everyone gives up investing in your winery. It's not that you don't know the benefits, but that you don't trust your ability to run a factory."

Confucius and Mencius knew that this person was named Dakui, and he was a leader of the young generation in Kongjia Village.

Father Kong was taken aback for a moment: "I don't trust? Is my dividend unfair?"

Da Kui said: "Of course not. To be honest, your dividends are very kind. If you really go into details, your family will still suffer a lot!

But everyone is worried about other aspects. Setting up a factory cannot be accomplished in a day or two. What if it fails?

I heard that the wine you sent for testing was directly judged unqualified by the food safety department.

Let’s not say if the unqualified things can be sold, even if they are sold, what should I do if they drink?"

Father Confucius laughed: "You said this, don't worry, Mencius will come back this time with a complete winemaking technique, our wine will definitely not go wrong."

Da Kui looked at Confucius and Meng in amazement: "Didn't Brother Meng study a teacher? When did he become a brewer."

Confucius and Mencius explained: "This method is provided by a classmate of mine who is studying winemaking technology. When the work is officially started, I can also ask him to help check it."

In this situation, Confucius and Mencius had to make up a classmate, as long as he passed it first, he could think of a solution at that time.

Da Kui shook his head: "In fact, wine-making technology is not the main reason. Uncle Kong's character can be trusted by everyone. I only ask one thing, can the villagers send grapes to the winery, can they get the money immediately?"

"This..." Confucius told the truth, "You don't know our situation. I can only guarantee that when the wine is sold, I will definitely settle the debts on the grapes immediately."

"The dog eggs of Kekai Winery are willing to buy all the purple grapes in everyone's hands at a price of 1 yuan and 2 pound."

"What?" Confucius stood up, "1 yuan 2? Although this price is higher than 8 mao, it still pays a lot!"

Confucius and Mencius heard from his father that the planting cost of purple grapes is about 8 to 2 yuan per catty. When sold at the price of 1 yuan, one-third of the cost is directly lost.

Da Kui sighed, "That's no way. It's a little bit to take it back! Uncle Kong, the matter has already been said, so we won't stay much.

If you want to sell grapes, you can also contact Goudan. Your fruit is sweet and full. As long as you talk to Goudan, the transaction price may be higher."

A group of people came and went quickly. Confucius wanted to fight for it, but he was held back by Confucius and Mencius.

He said, "Dad, don't you understand it? The conditions proposed by our family seem to be generous, but the return of funds is slow and the risk is high. You asked them earlier and said that they really had no way to agree.

Nowadays, some people are willing to collect grapes at a high price, so they naturally have to quickly get rid of them, so as not to have dreams at night."

Confucius said helplessly: "But this will accompany a lot of money!"

Kong Ren obviously knows more than his father: "Their family is different from ours. Our family has 500 acres of grapes, and each of them has a maximum of 50 acres. No matter how you pay, it will cost ten to twenty thousand."

Mother Kong gritted her teeth and said: "Well, it's only one or two hundred thousand. Our family can't afford it. His dad, you should go find a dog egg and sell our grapes. The money you can sell is enough to hire someone Alive."

Kong Ren agreed: "Yes, I guess Goudan won't have a lot of cash in his hands. He might not accept it when it's late."

"I... hey..."

Father Confucius seemed to be ten years old directly. Did the ardent expectations at the beginning of the year when the seedlings were cut, and one year of sweat and hard work, just wasted?

But he knows that his wife and son are right. If he goes one step later, he may not even be able to sell the price of 1 yuan.

Seeing his father had reached the gate, Confucius and Mencius gritted his teeth and stopped again: "Wait..."