I'm going to become rich after being dressed as a five-year-old woman

"Why not?" Zhao Qiqi asked back. Xiang hesitated and was too embarrassed to say out his true thoughts.

Of course, she only wants her family to make money. Now that Zhao Qiqi wants to lead other people in the village to grow crops, they won't be able to sell them at a high price, so they will definitely not be willing to do that.

"Sister-in-law, you lead others to grow crops, but you can't sell them at a good price. You are really losing money." Xiang was so anxious that she grabbed Zhao Qiqi's hand and stomped her feet in anger.

Zhao Qiqi waved her hand away with a cold face: "Instead of thinking that the price will drop, you might as well buy a few more acres of land now before I tell everyone the news."

This suddenly woke everyone up. Yes, now that they have money, they should buy land first and then grow peppers to make a lot of money.

Xiang's face lit up with joy and she quickly looked at Old Lady Gu. The money was in Old Lady Gu's hands and it was up to her to decide whether to buy the land or not.

Old Madam Gu coughed twice, took out a purse from her sleeve, took out twenty taels of silver and gave it to the second son, Gu Shun: "Go, find the head of the village and buy a few acres of land."

When she took out the twenty taels of silver, her heart ached. This was twenty taels of silver. She had only spent one tael of silver a few times, let alone spending twenty taels of silver at once!

Gu Shun saw that it was getting dark and didn't want to go, but since Old Lady Gu was looking at him, he didn't dare to say no.

"Second brother and sister-in-law, let me be clear. I am bringing all the villagers to grow peppers not only to make the village better, but also to make money. If you don't want to, you don't have to grow them."

"She has the final say, eldest daughter-in-law, don't worry, we will listen to you no matter what you do." Mrs. Gu stated her position. She has the final say in the old Gu family: "Don't worry, we won't hold you back."

She believed that Zhao Qiqi had his own considerations for doing this, and that if he bought a few more acres of land now, he might make more money.

Early in the morning, Gu Yansui took Gu Shun to deliver the remaining 2,000 kilograms of peppers, while Gu Yao stayed behind to take care of things at the old house.

The reconstruction of the old house is almost done, but it is still not as good as the previous one. After all, it was built in a hurry, just to accommodate so many people. It is a mud brick house with a thatched roof. The biggest advantage is that it does not cost much, but only requires some manpower.

The packing is almost done, and the people from the second and third rooms are going to move back to the old house.

Zhao Qiqi breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, she didn't have to cook for so many people. Even queuing to go to the toilet was extremely inconvenient.

Xiang was reluctant to move the things, taking them bit by bit. Old Mrs. Gu thought she was being lazy, rolled her eyes, and hit her on the head with a roasted chestnut.

"As a mother, you are lazy every day, do you have the shame?"

Xiang felt aggrieved, but she didn't dare to say that she was reluctant to eat the food cooked by her sister-in-law. In the end, she took a deep look at the cooking pot at Zhao Qiqi's house to express her sadness.

All of a sudden, the whole yard became empty, with fewer people. The group of children who usually quarreled and fought each other were now a little uncomfortable with the quietness.

Zhao Qiqi helped the workers put the newly made soap outside to dry. Every day, the soaps had to be sorted and marked with dates so that they could know when to dry the soaps.

The soap made on the first day has been moved into the house to dry in the shade, and only needs some time before it can be sold.

Zhao Qiqi took out the account book and checked it over and over again. The materials used every day were recorded and the proportions were weighed twice before proceeding to the next step of production. Therefore, based on the total amount of raw materials used each day, he could know how many bars of soap could be made every day.

Now Zhao Qiqi counted the number of soaps every day, but found that there were a lot less.

Logically, there would be some loss, but it should be within one bar of soap. On the first day, two bars of soap were missing. On the second day, two bars were missing. On the third day, five bars were missing! As time went on, most of the bars were around five or six.

This must be someone with dirty hands and getting bolder and bolder. You know, this bar of soap weighs two kilograms, and the loss of one bar can be dozens of coins, not to mention the labor costs and molds.

When Gu Yanyan came back from school, Zhao Qiqi put the account book in front of him and said, "Mom found out that someone was stealing soap, and several bars were stolen every day."

"Mom, who is it?"

"I don't know who it is, but you have to bear a large part of the responsibility, you know? If I hadn't suddenly wanted to see how your accounts were doing, I wouldn't have discovered this. This adds up to a loss of almost one tael of silver."

Gu Yanyan was a little surprised by the number and quickly asked Zhao Qiqi where he had gone wrong. This shouldn't have happened, as he would repeat the calculations with an abacus every day.

"It's not that your calculations were wrong, but that you didn't record how many bars of soap you could produce each day, nor did you personally check how many bars you actually produced each day and how much raw materials were wasted each day. This gave others an opportunity to take advantage of you."

If these are not written clearly, others can take advantage of this loophole and blame it on the losses in the production process.

Gu Yanyan took the account book and said in a somewhat depressed tone: "Mom, I will do it now."

"Don't alert the enemy about this matter. I will handle it. You just need to make up for it now."

Modern factories are systematized and data-based. Everything is backed by a system. Plus, with surveillance, no one would be so bold. However, a bar of soap is not small, so how did that person take the soap out?

Besides, each person only has two chances to leave the workshop after work. At most, they can use the excuse of going to the toilet, but this will be recorded by Xiang. If the frequency is too high, it will definitely arouse her suspicion.

Is there more than one person doing this sneaky thing?

At this time, Xiang was still packing up things in the old house. Zhao Qiqi sat at her workstation and began to look through her records.

Zhao Qiqi suddenly thought of something and told Gu Yanyan not to rush to reorganize the account book: "Bring the account book here first, let me take a look."

She opened the account book and found that the sale of lard residue in the workshop also needed to be recorded and counted as the workshop's revenue. This was the only income of the workshop at present.

On the first day, a total of 150 kilograms of lard residue were sold, which means that fifty people bought three kilograms. There were thirty embroiderers and twenty-three workers, but only twenty people bought lard residue.

This is either because they don't like to eat it or they can't afford it. But even if they don't like to eat it, there will always be someone in their family who likes to eat it. Five cents per pound is already a very low price. Although the current situation is difficult, it still costs more than five cents to buy a pound of white rice. Of course, it is more cost-effective to buy lard residue.

Apart from these two reasons, there is only one reason: that person was greedy for a small advantage and didn't even want to spend five cents, so he just took it back from the workshop or ate it secretly in the workshop.

Judging from various aspects, as long as Zhao Qiqi observes for another day or two, he will be able to catch the thief.

"Lai Xi?"