Cheng Wanwan took in everything.
She didn't say anything and let Chunhua and Donghua each carry two bowls and leave. The four people in the third room all had a bowl of ice powder in their hands.
She picked up two bowls, handed one bowl to the old lady, and handed the other bowl to the old man.
With the last two bowls left, Zhao's second daughter-in-law, Wen Shi, said: "Dawang and Erwang, you two will get one bowl, and you two will have one bowl of Xia Hua Qiu Hua."
Cheng Wanwan smiled. In just a few minutes, she could figure out who was easy to get along with and who was more considerate.
She said, "Dawang, run fast and take a few more bowls to the aunt's house to bring over as many bowls of ice powder as you want."
Zhao Erwang quickly raised his hand: "I'll go too, I'll go too!"
The two boys ran away quickly.
Old Man Zhao stared at the greasy stuff in the bowl and hesitated: "Da Shan Niang, do you think this is ice or ice powder?"
Mrs. Zhao felt a little scared: "Old lady, I have never seen this thing in my sixty years of life. Why doesn't it look like something edible?"
Zhao Er said carelessly: "Sister-in-law will definitely not bring anything that is inedible. You will know after one bite."
He picked up the bowl and drank half of it in one breath. He was stunned: "No wonder it's called ice powder. It makes your whole body feel cold after eating it. Sister-in-law, is this really made of lantern grass? How is it made?"
Zhao San also quickly took a sip and swallowed it whole: "Why does it still taste like hawthorn? This thing is too sour. I have never touched it before, but it is quite delicious when put in this ice powder..."
The youngest Donghua drank it in one gulp and wiped her mouth: "Auntie, it tastes good, especially sweet. I didn't drink enough. Is there any more?"
Mrs. Zhao glared at her coldly: "You are going to eat when you open your mouth. Who taught you the rules? This is what your aunt sells for money. A bowl must cost at least a penny. If you want to eat again, just give me the money!" "
Cheng Wanwan felt that this old lady was so cute, and he helped her solve a big trouble invisibly.
She smiled and said, "I plan to sell this ice powder for two cents a bowl. Mom, do you think it's feasible?"
Mrs. Sun took a breath. This thing costs two cents a bowl. It's crazy. Wouldn't it be nice to spend two cents to buy a meat bun? Now the price of meat buns has increased, it costs about four cents, two cents. Money can buy a steamed bun, why buy this unfilling snack?
But she won't remind her kindly. She will let her sister-in-law be shut out and she won't make a penny. Let's see how the old lady can still be partial!
She smiled and said: "I think two cents is a bargain. This thing is unique in Dahe Village and Ping'an Town. It's not too much to sell it for three cents."
Cheng Wanwan originally priced it at three cents, but due to natural disasters, many people had little money to save at home. Three cents was a bit expensive, and she was worried that no one would take it.
Two cents a bowl was not too cheap and acceptable, and she could make a fortune.
She observed that the ice powder with brown sugar water seems to be more popular, but those who like sour taste can also accept hawthorn. Both flavors are acceptable.
After everyone finished eating, she said: "Let's try selling it for two pennies. I'm going to town tomorrow morning, so I'll go back to work first."
When she returned with the basket, Zhao Dawang and Zhao Erwang had already eaten two bowls of ice powder. They touched their bellies and sighed. They felt so comfortable.
It was very hot this summer, and even fanning them hard could not take away the heat. But in this moment, they were cooled from the soles of their feet to Tianling Gai.
Cheng Wanwan couldn't help but laugh: "You two carry this big basin of ice powder back so that everyone in the old Zhao family can eat it."
This pot is solidified with white flour starch. It takes a long time to solidify and is not smooth enough. It doesn’t look very good. In order not to waste it, just digest it yourself.
Zhao Dawang and Zhao Erwang jumped up like a carp, picked up the basin and walked out, for fear that the uncle would regret it.
The two of them went back with a large bowl of ice powder. Mrs. Zhao was shocked: "You two brats, why don't you move my aunt's house back? This is your aunt's money-making business. Please return it to me immediately." !”
Zhao Dawang said quickly: "The aunt asked us to bring it back. She said that we can eat whatever we want today, but there will be no more in the future."
Before the old lady said anything, Donghua rushed over and her saliva almost flowed into the basin.
"Okay, let's have one bowl per person." The old lady said helplessly, "Keep the rest in the ice and eat it tomorrow, there is no limit to it day by day..."
The old lady entered the house and said to Mr. Zhao, "My wife is becoming more and more open and generous in her actions. She is really different from before."
Old Man Zhao smoked dry cigarettes and said: "In the past, she was worried about the promotion of the eldest nephew of the Cheng family and had a falling out with the Cheng family. Now she needs to be sensible. I don't know if this ice powder can be sold at a high price."
Mrs. Zhao shook her head: "We are all honest farmers. We have never done business, so we can't teach her anything. Let her slowly explore on her own..."
Cheng Wanwan has been counting.
Half a kilogram of stone flower seeds can produce a large pot of ice powder, which weighs twenty kilograms. Cut into small pieces, twenty kilograms of ice powder can hold at least eighty bowls.
A bowl of ice powder costs two pennies. In other words, with the four kilograms of multi-stone flower seeds left here, she can earn a total of about 1,200 pennies, which translates to one or two cents of silver. After deducting the meager costs, she will at least make a net profit. One tael of silver.
You know, in this era, the income of farmers in this era is only two taels of silver a year, and this is under good weather conditions.
And if she successfully sells all these ice powders, she will almost earn what others earn in half a year, which is equivalent to a huge sum of money.
But the premise is that the ice powder can be sold.
Cheng Wanwan asked Wu Huiniang and Zhao Dashan to take out half a kilogram of stone flower seeds to make ice powder. Together with the unfinished finished product just tried to make, a total of about 130 bowls can be produced. They will use these to test the market tomorrow. Reaction.
That night, Cheng Wanwan and the children were busy until late.
The people in Osmanthus Village next door also stayed up all night with torches on.
This afternoon, many people from Guihua Village secretly went to Dahe Village and saw with their own eyes a ditch flowing down the mountain into the dry rice fields. Many people were jealous.
After careful consideration, Li Zheng decided to follow the example of Dahe Village and summon the whole village to dig ditches.
This decision was unanimously approved by everyone in Guihua Village.
However, there was quite a dispute when it came to deciding who would dig the ditch.
"Li Zheng, my family's field is closest to Dadong Mountain. Logically speaking, should my family have one less labor force?"
"Li Zheng, everyone knows that the men in my family are very strong. One of them can be as strong as two in other families. Let him be the only one in our family!"
"Shut up!" Li Zheng's beard curled up, "Dadong Mountain is the top of Dahe Village, which is further away from our Guihua Village. They provide more than 400 laborers, and we have to get at least 600 to be able to do it in three days. We are digging the ditch inside, and you all don’t want to contribute, but you only think about being lazy..."
"But our fields are close together, so we really don't need to put in more effort."
"My homes are far apart, but we are all from the same village, so we can't care about each other like that."
"If we are far apart, we need to have more people. If there are no adults, we have children. Anyway, our family cannot suffer a loss!"
"You are so damn ready to beat me!!"
The people in Osmanthus Village were in a state of chaos, and even after one night, no rules had been drawn up.
