On the way home, the little girl probably felt that the difficult task of "apologizing" had been completed. Her whole body became visibly more relaxed and lively, and she even walked a lot faster.
Although Su Qingluan was still a little worried, she thought that Songbo's attitude was relatively relaxed and casual, and felt that the so-called "handwritten copy" could not be encountered by her by chance, so she was temporarily relieved.
After the two sisters returned home, they happened to meet Mr. Yang cooking in the kitchen.
Su Qingluan let her sister play in the yard and went to the kitchen to see if there was anything she could do to help.
"Auntie, what are you doing?" Su Qingluan asked curiously when she saw Yang looking worriedly at Guan Changchong's vinegar jar.
"Oh, I've run out of vinegar and only the base is left. If I want to buy it, I'll go to town tomorrow and buy it after the market opens. But it doesn't taste right without the vinegar."
Su Qingluan thought for a while and took out a small, palm-sized jar from the bottom corner of the shelf next to her: "Mom, try this."
"Is this...?" Yang opened the seal curiously and took a sniff: it was also old vinegar. But it seems to be subtly different from ordinary aged vinegar - the taste is softer and not offensive to the nose, and it also has a faint fruity aroma.
Su Qingqing smiled and pointed the mouth of the jar toward a place with light so that Yang could look at it: but it turned out that there was something soaked in it, but it had been pickled with vinegar and was colored, so it was hard to see clearly what it was.
Su Qingluan said with a smile: "These are wild fruits that I picked in the mountains. I washed them and soaked them in vinegar. Over time, the vinegar will have more flavor!"
Yang happened to have an empty vinegar jar today, so she used the jar with vinegar soaked in wild fruits.
The effect is unexpectedly good. The mature vinegar soaked in wild fruits absorbs the fragrance, sweetness and sourness of the wild fruits and becomes softer. At the same time, it also removes the faint sour and bitter taste during the brewing process of the mature vinegar, making it more delicious. The remaining "fruit vinegar" is more delicious and can be added to mixed vegetables to give those dishes a unique flavor.
After the child Su Xueyan heard about how to improve this vinegar, she couldn't help but sigh: "Why does sister always pick wild fruits recently?"
Su Xuanhe took over the conversation: "Maybe you want to pick all the fruits and eat them?"
"..." Su Qingluan glared at her brother speechlessly, but she had to admit that her brother's casual words touched her heart.
Autumn has gradually entered, and winter will usher in within a few months.
Su Qingluan's previous idea of helping all the folks in Huaxi Village spend the winter together was not a joke, nor was it a moment of arrogance.
Her idea is very simple. Huaxi Village is not considered an extremely cold northern country. The real cold winter only lasts for two or three months. Every year there are villagers who cannot survive the winter, but the vast majority of them starve to death not because they freeze to death but because they don’t have enough food.
Su Qingluan asked the villagers what it was like here in winter.
The only river in Huaxi Village that runs through the entire village is not very turbulent, so it enters the dry season every winter, and ice forms on the surface that can withstand the standing of an ordinary adult.
Therefore, catching fish and shrimps in winter is basically impossible.
As for hoping to fly in the sky and run on the ground, in the endless snowy sky and earth, I'm afraid it's just a drop in the bucket.
Coupled with the autumn grain harvest, about half of the rent has to be paid before it is stored in the warehouse. There is no grain saved and no additional food can be obtained. These two factors together cause many villagers who are already in financial difficulties to have insufficient food intake in winter. Starved to death.
Therefore, Su Qingluan thought that if the villagers could at least get enough food, the situation would be improved a lot.
Huaxi Village is so big and there are only so many people. It is very difficult to develop new types of food in the village.
What's more, even if they have food, it will be difficult to preserve it for a long time.
Fortunately, Lefeng County is the only way to pass through a major transportation road. If everyone can have more salt, sugar, and more pickled food as food reserves, then everyone's life in winter will be much easier.
But the biggest question now is, how can the villagers in Huaxi Village make money to buy grain reserves?
Su Qingluan was very troubled by this.
Lying in bed unable to sleep at night, Su Qingluan thought about a "business" style suitable for the entire Huaxi Village.
After thinking about it, she fell asleep thinking about it.
The next day I went to the market as usual to sell water soup.
In recent days, the weather in the morning and evening has become colder and cooler, but near noon, the sun is still very scorching. So the Su family had to endure the heavy weight of the clothes as it was approaching noon.
Especially when the hot steam from the sewer soup was fumigating, Su Qingluan felt as if she and her parents were in a sauna, which was not too sour and refreshing.
Since Mrs. Xi, who sells cooking cakes across the street, got Su Qingluan's tip and improved the recipe of cooking cakes, her business has been getting better and better. She did not forget to reciprocate the favor. Every time a customer came to her stall, she would point to the soup from the Su family across the street and say, "Would you like a bowl of that soup across from me? I heard that it goes well with my cakes. Tongue!"
So with Mrs. Xi’s unremitting “promotion” and the influence of the Su family’s soup itself, the Su family’s soup became a unique snack in Lefeng County – after all, in other places, this soup is a must. How can discarded filth be allowed to enter the mouth?
Shopkeeper Liang has been to this water stall twice. The first time he came by himself, but the second time he brought Xu Yuanwei a piece of sewer soup back.
Su Qingluan once teased them: "Speaking of Uncle Liang, one of you is the shopkeeper of Hongfu Tower and the other is the chef. Why are you so pitiful that you come to my place to eat watery soup?"
"Hey, how can the delicacies compare to this bowl of market smoke!" Shopkeeper Liang said half-jokingly.
In fact, even if shopkeeper Liang had the leisure to joke, he was actually secretly relieved: Although people from all walks of life in the market couldn't help but try the sewage soup, after all, it cannot be climbed into the elegant hall and is not suitable for "Hongfu Tower" The cuisine characteristics of such a large-scale restaurant will always be that of a roadside stall.
But Su Qingluan obviously had no intention of opening a big restaurant as she said at the beginning. It seemed that she could just set up a small roadside stall.
Su Qingluan understood Shopkeeper Liang's concerns and gave him reassurance: "If I want to open a restaurant, the ingredients must not come from the water. Hongfu Restaurant is completely different from the Su family, so I don't have to worry about not having enough for the guests." ." At the end, he playfully winked at Shopkeeper Liang.
Shopkeeper Liang came to take a look. Su Qingluan was not unexpected, but there was an unexpected guest who had come many times when she wasn't paying attention.
