Tang Xiaoman's business is now fully open in the entire Pandan Town. When she was making the sauce, she thought about how to make this orange jam famous, but she also had to give this orange jam a very loud name. OK.
She remembered the roses on the bottle, so she decided to give their marmalade a nice and easy-to-remember name: rose jam.
No one here expected that Tang Xiaoman’s rose brand marmalade would actually open up the market.
The two of them brought a lot of marmalade into the city today. When they passed the door of Su's house, they saw Xiao Taohua standing at the door.
"Little Peach Blossom, come here!"
Tang Xiaoman happily called Xiao Taohua and took a pack of orange jam and handed it to Xiao Taohua.
While the little peach blossom was eating, it flew around the yard like a bird.
A child's happiness is so simple and is always easier to satisfy. She likes the sweetness of this marmalade, but the marmalade made by Tang Xiaoman is indeed very delicious.
Old Man Su also walked out of the house. The first thing he noticed was the bullock cart that Tang Xiaoman and the others bought.
“This bullock cart is good!”
It seems that Tang Xiaoman has a very vicious vision. After all, Old Man Su is a farmer and can tell at a glance whether the cow is a good cow and whether it has the energy to work in the fields.
At this time, Mrs. Wang walked out of the house and said, "Hey, you are so rich that you even bought a bullock cart!"
As she spoke, she walked out of the house, "You have so much money, why didn't you take some home?"
Tang Xiaoman thought to herself, haven’t we already separated? What kind of money did you bring home?
But with so many people around, she was embarrassed to say it.
Tang Xiaoman ignored Mrs. Wang, but looking at the bottles and jars loaded on the cart, Mrs. Wang asked curiously: "What are these jars used for?"
When Tang Xiaoman heard this, he asked, "What's it for? Do I still need to report it to you?"
She glanced at Su Pingan next to her, and Su Pingan had no choice but to say: "Mom, we are going to sell goods at the market!"
"What are you selling? Or those dried camellias?"
Tang Xiaoman really didn't want to tell the truth at this time, why should I tell you? About the incident with Camellia last time, Tang Xiaoman said to her heart, I haven’t settled the score with you yet.
Su Ping'an made up a reason and said: "It's just some hazelnuts, pine nuts and other mountain products from the mountains!"
When Mrs. Wang heard this, she immediately lost interest.
Tang Xiaoman kicked Su Ping'an from the bottom, so let's leave quickly. Why are you wasting your time and words here?
Tang Xiaoman took Su Pingan to the town. After delivering the goods this time, he saw the boss of Fumanlou coming out with a smile on his face and treated the two of them like distinguished guests.
This time, the boss of Fumanlou increased the order quantity and insisted that Tang Xiaoman hand over 150 bottles of orange jam within three days.
Tang Xiaoman was very embarrassed, but the boss of Fumanlou said: "This is not only provided for our restaurant, but also a senior official from Chang'an City, our superior, came to think that the orange jam you made is very delicious. I just want to order some and give them to my boss to try!"
Tang Xiaoman knew that this was a good opportunity and could not be lost. After all, she wanted to make a name for herself with this orange jam.
When the boss of Fumanlou saw that Tang Xiaoman agreed, he happily signed the contract agreement with her. This time it seemed very formal.
Tang Xiaoman directly received the deposit of one hundred yuan, and she took Su Ping'an and drove the ox cart home.
When I got home, I was about to cook, but I found that Su Ping'an had been helping him make marmalade for the past few days, and he had even forgotten to practice calligraphy.
The pens, inks, papers and inkstones he bought a few days ago were all neatly placed on the desk. Tang Xiaoman said to Su Ping'an: "Ping'an, don't get oranges from me tonight, otherwise they will be wasted. For your studies, you continue to learn to write!”
As she said this, she handed the brush to Su Pingan, and found that when Su Pingan was writing, his pen holding posture needed to be adjusted.
So, Tang Xiaoman demonstrated in person. When he saw that it didn't work, he went over and held Su Pingan's hand. "This is how you hold the pen. Take your time. This finger is placed here!"
As she said that, she helped Su Pingan adjust the posture of holding the pen. As a result, she found that Su Pingan's hand was getting hotter and hotter. When she saw that Su Pingan's whole face was red, she became shy.
The pen in my hand seemed a little hard to hold, and it started to tremble slightly.
"Ping An, what's wrong with you?"
Tang Xiaoman knew that she was indeed too close to Su Pingan just now, which actually made this grown man shy.
Now it's still a little difficult for Su Ping'an to recognize some of the more difficult characters.
Tang Xiaoman saw that Su Pingan was very good at learning now. In fact, his handwriting was pretty good for someone who had just started learning to write. But speaking of it, Tang Xiaoman wanted Su Pingan to have higher demands on himself. , in this way, you can immediately practice your handwriting until it looks like those written by people who have been practicing for more than ten years.
Su Ping'an couldn't help but feel a little discouraged when he saw the ugly handwriting he had written.
"Xiao Man, you'd better go get the marmalade! Don't delay the business!"
Tang Xiaoman said: "That's not a serious matter! Teaching you how to read is a big deal!"
There was no way, Su Pingan could only bite the bullet and continue learning, and Tang Xiaoman also forgot to encourage Su Pingan in time.
"Look at what you've done now! At least now you can write your name. For other words, don't worry, just take your time. In fact, literacy takes time to practice and cannot be learned at once. !”
Su Pingan wanted to say that his hands had been holding either a hoe or a sickle since he was a child. A rough man working in the fields could not do these things well.
But Tang Xiaoman didn't think so, and just wanted Su Pingan to practice more words. Su Pingan also took a few deep breaths to relieve the tension in his heart, and then started to learn stroke by stroke as Tang Xiaoman said. Write.
Su Pingan became addicted as he wrote. He felt that he was encouraged and naturally full of energy. At this time, Tang Xiaoman felt free to get her marmalade.
Su Ping'an was writing in the back room, while Tang Xiaoman was making marmalade in the kitchen of the outer room. The two of them did not delay each other, and they had a clear division of labor.
It was late, and Su Ping'an had filled a blank page with writing. Like a child, he pushed the wheelchair and showed it to Xiaoman.
"Well, great progress!"
Tang Xiaoman said and gently scratched Su Pingan's nose.
