Now that three large pots of lychees have been delivered, of course I have to eat them all.
Mrs. Jiang was not a stingy person either. She raised her hand and asked Tan Yue to give one pot to the West Courtyard and one pot to Mrs. Jiang and her daughter. She emphasized, "The three pots are exactly the same, and the old lady never treats them differently."
The rest was given to the maids and servants, and a plate was kept on ice. The rest was sent to the big kitchen to be cooked.
Jiang Sheng was not idle when Mrs. Jiang ordered her, pulling Zheng Ruqian to bite his ears.
"Second brother, how do you know the relationship between the Jiang family and the Liao family, and how do you know that the Liao family is responsible for Fengjing lychees?" she asked.
Zheng Ruqian chuckled, "You forgot, we have Xiao Wu."
At first, when I shipped lychees back from Lingnan, I just wanted to get a piece of the pie and make some profits.
When the little maid came to tell the truth, Zheng Ruqian was more angry than rational and wanted to carry the sack to the Jiang family.
It wasn't until Chang Yan carefully analyzed the situation in Fengjing that he realized that this was a big opportunity. He changed the sacks into pots and specially selected the big and ruddy ones.
Doing business depends not only on ability, but also on luck.
Seize the opportunity and skyrocket is not a dream.
"Thanks to you, thanks to the Jiang family." Zheng Ruqian grinned, "As long as we don't have to worry about selling the lychees and the transportation doesn't stop, we will always have lychees to eat."
"Really." Jiang Sheng covered his mouth with joy, as if he had eaten countless lychees.
What two wonderful kids.
Mrs. Jiang's eyebrows were furrowed in the distance without disturbing her.
The two brothers and sisters allowed themselves to murmur and chat for most of an hour.
Seeing that it was almost time for dinner, Jiang Sheng's stomach started to growl. Zheng Ruqian stood up and said, "Then I'll leave first and say goodbye to the old lady."
"Are you leaving now?" She said with a look of reluctance, "Why don't we leave after dinner."
Mrs. Jiang also looked over and said, "Let's go after dinner. There is a good lychee banquet."
The master chef of the Jiang family has some skills, and yesterday's meat porridge was indeed delicious.
Zheng Ruqian couldn't bear to leave his sister, so he gritted his teeth and said, "Then I won't bother the old lady."
He completely forgot that when he entered the small courtyard, there were three brothers waiting for him to eat.
Xu Mo, Wen Zhiyun, Changyan, "..."
The big kitchen moves very quickly.
When it was time for tea, the lychee feast was neatly served.
The first thing to try is lychee frying. Peel the whole lychee and remove the core, heat it in honey over low heat, and let the honey juice penetrate the whole lychee flesh. It not only tastes sweet and delicious, but can also be stored for a long time. It is a lychee that was used hundreds of years ago. storage method.
Next is the fried shrimp with lychees. The sweet and soft fruit is paired with the crisp shrimp. Simply add a little salt to make it light and delicious.
There are also lychee tea, lychee stew and other dishes, which can be said to have exhausted the master chefs' lifelong ability to make lychees.
Tan Yue watched intently beside her, "Thanks to the girl, my eyes have opened up. The palace has not hosted a lychee banquet that can't be bought a few times."
After saying this, Jiang Sheng began to wonder.
I have heard that lychees are expensive, but I don’t know the exact price, let alone how much money these three pots cost.
"The Liao family's selling price is fifty taels of silver per catty." Mrs. Jiang explained her doubts.
Jiang Sheng was so frightened that his hands shook and he dropped the lychee meat he had just clamped.
What the hell, fifty taels of silver! ! !
How much does it cost to fill three big basins?
Does she deserve to eat?
Jiang Sheng turned her head eagerly, hoping that her second brother could tell her that lychees were not that expensive.
"Lychees were born in Lingnan, and they can be bought locally for less than a hundred cents." Zheng Ruqian considered, "The key is to transport them here. The journey is too long, the fruit is too delicate, and the shelf life is too short."
Fortunately, the former dynasty's favorite concubine was obsessed with lychees, and the emperor spent his life building the Lingnan official road. The road to and from the place was flat, and he could get there in ten days.
In order to keep it fresh, the ancients often came up with strange tricks.
Some were put into bamboo tubes and sealed with wax, and some were preserved by mixing straw and wool in ice cubes. In the previous dynasty, emperors moved whole lychee trees here, but later they were abandoned because they were too laborious for the people and money.
A hundred years ago, someone discovered that lychees can continue to absorb water if they are not separated from the branches, and then stored in ice cubes, they can stay fresh and not rot within ten days. Only then did the aristocratic families gradually start to taste lychees.
It looks like it can be transported in large quantities, but there is a prerequisite: it does not break away from the branches.
The fruit is added to the branches, and then wrapped in ice and cotton wool, occupying a space that cannot be described by basins and barrels.
It was also when Zheng Ruqian was delivering lychees to the Jiang family that he discovered that he had only delivered three pots of fruit from a cart full of fruits, weighing about thirty or forty kilograms.
According to the Liao family’s price, that’s...
Jiang Sheng's heart began to twitch, and the meat in his mouth no longer tasted good.
Zheng Ruqian smiled and comforted her, "As long as the fruit can be sold, eating three pots is nothing. The profit is behind."
To be a businessman, you need to have a long-term vision, and only by giving up can you gain something.
Jiang Sheng nodded with tears in his eyes and swallowed deeply.
Anyway, it has been cooked and cannot be turned into money. It would be a waste not to eat it.
At the end of the meal, Mrs. Jiang took the initiative and packed the untouched vegetables in oil paper and brought them to the young people who entered the small courtyard for the second time.
Zheng Ruqian bowed to express his thanks, carried seven or eight oil paper bags, and left Jiang San, Jiang Si and Wang Xiaosong with bright lips.
Jiang Sheng sent them to the gate with a look of reluctance.
The brother and sister have been dependent on each other for four and a half years and have grown together until now. Xu Mo has never returned to the imperial examination. Zheng Ruqian has also found his own fun of making money. Wen Zhiyun is obsessed with medicine. He heard that Chang Yan began to study wood and tried to Become a skilled craftsman.
In the past, Jiang Sheng could expand his workshop, manage Jiuzhenfang, and have his own happiness and pursuits.
But now, she could only stand at the gate of the Jiang family, watching her brother walk further and further away, leaving herself alone.
Maybe in the future, she should learn the rules and become a noble lady from aristocratic family. She can choose a suitable husband in her prime years and have children while taking care of her mother's family.
Zheng Ruqian on the street was still turning around and waving reluctantly.
Jiang Sheng raised the corners of his mouth, but the luster in his eyes became lighter and fainter until it disappeared altogether.
Behind her, Mrs. Jiang let out a long sigh, closed her eyes and shook her head.
Tan Yue struggled forward, revealing the heavy little bundle in her arms.
What is this doing?
Jiang Sheng turned around, confused and puzzled.
"Silly boy." Madam Jiang chuckled, "Hurry up and catch up, brothers still need your help."
So be it, grandma selfishly keeps you for one more day, but she cannot force you to keep you for the rest of your life.
The Jiang family is not a kind place, and the Liao family will never be fair and just. Instead of letting Jiang Sheng stay here and suffer injustice, it is better to let her fly freely.
The thread between the kite and the kite flyer was broken eleven years ago and cannot be tied back.
"Go quickly, Nannan."
Mrs. Jiang smiled and gestured to Zheng Ruqian, who was about to disappear.
Jiang Sheng didn't dare to hesitate anymore, grabbed the package and started chasing it, as if chasing his own free future.
Her figure moved from near to far, from clear to blurred, from slim to slender and shrunken into a swaddling child.
Mrs. Jiang calmly turned around and signaled to close the door. At the same time, a tear finally slipped from the corner of her eye and disappeared in an instant.
Just like her little granddaughter who was lost and found again, and gained and lost again.
