"The name of this thing is Jade Cream," Xu Ling said the name he had thought of for a long time. If he said Qiuli Cream, many people would be able to guess how it is made, and they might even think that pears are cheap. Not willing to spend money to buy it, he came up with an ingenious idea, "It's a recipe passed down from my ancestors."
After the Qiuli cream is successfully boiled, its color is as bright as yellow milk jade, so there is nothing wrong with naming it jade cream.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, Liu Niang's little face turned bright red, her loving eyes became moist, and she glared at Xu Ling like a knife.
He put his hands on his hips and cursed: "I thought you were a good person, but I didn't expect you to be a bastard! I'm a womanizer, how could you tease me like this?"
"Ah???" Xu Ling's head was full of questions. He looked at the angry Liu Niang and then at the Qiuli ointment in the pottery vat. He suddenly realized what the problem was.
Xu Ling couldn't laugh or cry. He was thinking so hard by himself that he completely forgot that the name had another meaning.
He quickly explained the origin of the name of Jade Cream.
As he spoke, he scooped a little Qiuli ointment from the pottery urn into the bowl and handed it to Liu Niang.
"Please forgive me, Mrs. Liu, I really have no other intentions."
Liu Niang snorted softly and leaned forward to look at the Qiuli ointment in the bowl. It smelled sweet and had a faint cool breath.
She couldn't resist the temptation of sweetness, and said: "I have a good temper, so I won't argue with you about this. If you go out to hawk with this name, I don't know how many people will scold you!"
At the same time, I scooped a little Qiuli paste with a small spoon and brought it to my mouth.
Qiuli paste has a thick texture, a topaz-like color, and a very sweet taste.
Xu Ling was very satisfied because the Qiuli paste was very successful.
He smiled sheepishly and watched Liu Niang's reaction expectantly.
As soon as Qiuli Paste entered her mouth, Liu Niang's eyes suddenly lit up and she exclaimed in a low voice: "It's delicious!"
"Is it sweet?"
"Yeah!" Liu Niang nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and suddenly smiled, "It's as sweet as honey, why not just call it honey?"
Xu Ling shook his head, "That's not possible. This is a recipe passed down from my family. It has the effect of curing diseases. It is not comparable to ordinary honey."
Liu Niang finished the Qiuli paste in the bowl, licked her lips, and her eyes were still greedy for the sweetness in the pottery jar. She said with envy: "This is a good craft, but I don't know how you plan to sell these honeys? "
Before Xu Ling thought about making Qiuli paste, he had already visited the candy market in Lingbao Town.
Hence the reference.
In this era, sugar is rarer than salt, and its price is also more expensive than salt.
A bucket of rice weighs about 70 to 80 kilograms, and the price fluctuates between 650 and 700 wen. The price of a kilogram of sugar is 1.5 times that of a bucket of rice. In other words, a kilogram of sugar can be sold for just over one tael of silver.
There are very few sweets nowadays. Most of the sweets that ordinary people want to eat are maltose and caramel. Honey and white sugar are things that only wealthy people can afford.
Although the autumn pear paste made by Xu Ling is not real sugar, the sugar content of pears is not low. In addition, he carefully brewed it, the sweetness is no worse than honey, and it has the effect of treating coughs.
Thinking of this, Xu Ling picked up a small pottery jar next to him, which could hold more than a kilogram of stuff. He went to the kiln factory to find it yesterday. He also made a soft stopper out of wood, which was just right to seal it.
"For a jar like this, I can sell it for 480 cents per jar, and 900 cents for two jars."
Having said that, Xu Ling felt a little uneasy, not knowing whether the price was high or low.
A gleam of surprise flashed in Liu Niang's eyes, and then quickly disappeared.
She smiled brightly, but only said: "Then I would like to congratulate Brother Xu in advance, you will definitely make a lot of money."
Xu Ling accepted her compliment and asked: "Since we are neighbors and I am somewhat unfamiliar with the place here, we will inevitably help each other in the future. Let me give you a can to try."
Liu Niang said happily: "Brother Xu, you are such a good person, so I won't be polite."
Xu Ling filled her with a jar of Qiuli ointment. Liu Niang held the jar and left happily.
After a while, I heard the voices of men talking from the tea shop outside.
Xu Ling was busy canning the cooked Qiuli ointment and did not listen carefully.
Besides, Liu Niang went to the front with a jar of Qiuli ointment. When the tea guests saw her, they shouted: "Liu Niang, why did you go so long? My brothers were afraid that you had been raped, and they were about to save you. And you!"
"Go, go!" Liu Niang waved her arms and pretended to drive them away, and said angrily: "Is it true that people like you are so generous? I am a good person!"
"A good person? How come you knew he was a good person just after being there for a while? Could it be that it's written on his face?"
"Humph, what do you know? I'm better at judging people than you are!" Liu Niang choked at them, and then said with a happy smile: "He is a craftsman and can make sugar. Look, give me one What kind of jade cream is there in the jar? Share it with you all and try it!"
"Jade cream?" The men looked at Liu Niang and laughed inexplicably.
Liu Niang's face turned red with anger, and when she was about to say something, a horse dealer stood up. He walked up to Liu Niang with a bowl in hand and asked her for a bowl of tea, which was considered a relief for her.
Liu Niang poured the tea leaves in his bowl at the feet of a man who was teasing her. She snorted and found a spoon to scoop out a spoonful of Qiuli paste from the jar. Thinking of Xu Ling's reminder, she rinsed it with warm water. .
The liquid-gold-like paste spread out in the water, and was dense with honey color. The sweet smell suddenly spread out, and it felt refreshing and cool in the nose.
"Drink!"
The horse dealer picked up the bowl, thanked her in a low voice, and comforted Liu Niang: "Don't worry about them, just concentrate on your business."
Ma Shang covered Liu Niang's body tightly so that no one could see her expression. She showed an moved smile and rubbed her eyes. When she put down her hands, the ends of her upper eyes were bright red.
"Brother, thank you, you are different from them."
With one sentence, the horse dealer's legs and feet immediately became light and buoyant, and he walked back to the table with a silly smile.
When he drank the bowl of Qiuli paste, he couldn't tell whether it was sweet to the water or sweet to his heart.
Others also asked for some Qiuli paste to try, and it tasted really good. But when they asked for it again, Liu Niang put away the jar and wouldn't give it to them again.
"Liu Niang, you are so stingy!"
"That's right, isn't it worth your while for brothers to drink this tea?"
At this moment, a tower-like man wearing a shirtless shorts came from the end of the alley. He snorted: "Love, what kind of love do you have with this slutty bitch!"
This man appeared so quickly that all the men were startled.
When Liu Niang saw him coming, she was so frightened that she lost consciousness. Her face was pale and her eyes were filled with fear.
