Wang Yue had learned so many things that making money seemed like the easiest thing in the world. He immediately offered his suggestion. "We can't get rich by raising pigs, but we can turn pork into ham sausages. As long as we can sell them, we'll be rich."
The word "ham" had caught Lin Qile's attention, and she asked eagerly, "Ham sausages? Like the ones sold at Qin Yeyun's store? Those are so delicious!"
Wang Yue wanted to tell her that they only tasted good now. The meat flavor would keep fading in the future, and the less meat they contained, the more money they'd make. But he couldn't bear to shatter a child's dreams, so he coaxed, "That's right. If ours taste better than theirs, we'll definitely be able to sell them."
Hope flared in Lin Qile's heart when she heard that, only to die out almost at once. "How can the two of us possibly compete with a big factory? This is way too hard!"
Wang Yue hadn't expected Lin Qile to be so lacking in confidence. He smiled and said, "You know many of our ancestors' seasonings were made with Traditional Chinese Medicine. We can research them ourselves, and we can also go around the county and see whose braised-meat seasoning tastes best.
"Then we can use their seasoning as a starting point and work out our own ham recipe. We'll buy meat little by little and make it ourselves. Sooner or later, we'll come up with delicious ham sausages."
Lin Qile thought that made a lot of sense and got ready to throw herself into the project. The two divided up the work: Lin Qile would handle the recipe, and Wang Yue would take care of the equipment.
Once the idea had caught Lin Qile's interest,