Hell is in the human world, life is training. The older you live, the more you can appreciate the warmth, warmth and sadness of the world. The same rice can feed all kinds of people. Some people regard an elder in the family as a treasure. Some people hate old age and do not die because they are thieves. The stories of filial sons and virtuous grandchildren can be used as legends and monuments, and evil wives are evil. His wife's scandal will also be remembered.
Zhaodi never hated his father. His mother had died long ago, and his father forced his two brothers to work in the fields and urinate. I thought that finding a wife for my two children would be the end of the trouble and that I could enjoy my old age in peace, but who knew that the hardest days had just begun.
The weak Boss Zheng had to decide between his father who was about to enter the grave and his wife, and he chose the latter without any hesitation. In his view, you raised me as a matter of course, and you will become a burden when you get old, and my wife will have to work with me for the rest of her life. This family was never popular in the village, and it was obvious why.
The method of making jelly is simple and easy to learn, and anyone who is willing can learn it in no time. The ingredients are simple and cheap. They are all over the mountains and plains, and no one picks them. The main reason is that everyone doesn't know how to make them. A few pennies can buy several kilograms of licorice and honeysuckle in the drugstore.
The most expensive thing is probably the foot of gauze. With Liang Chuan's permission, Zhaodi set up a stall in front of the Wanda store at the intersection of the market. Dad cleared the utility room behind Wanda's house and lived in it from now on. The kitchen and stove are all available and you can cook in it. Jelly. The most important thing when feeding others is cleanliness and hygiene. He asked his brother to buy bowls, but Father Zheng cleaned every bowl brightly, just for fear that others would think he was unclean.
Ye Xiaochai used to think every day that it was best to have someone watch the store after it was closed. If it caught on fire, it was all made of bamboo, and a fire could turn the store upside down. It's fine now. I can go home peacefully after closing the door. Father Zheng is guarding me. Isn't Xinghua so brave as a thieves to set fire to the house?
Father Zheng had never eaten this kind of jelly. After it was made, the two fathers and sons tasted it themselves. The cool and moist jelly hit the heart and spleen. On a hot day, a bowl of it makes people feel energetic. All drought and thirst are gone!
"How much should we sell this bowl for?" Father Zheng has been pretending to be confused all his life, but he is not stupid in his heart. He can still distinguish who is right and who is wrong. He knew in his heart what his son was like. Now that he had work to do, money to earn, and good food and drink, he was a hundred times better off than in his own miserable home. Did he work hard on his own? No, it was the Sanlang in the village who promoted him, and he was able to turn around today.
You have to ask Saburo about this.
Liang Chuan didn't talk much to Father Zheng, but there was one thing he kept in mind. When he bought land, he bought more land from their family, and this land was where his father planned to build a Feng Shui mansion a hundred years from now. His fat daughter-in-law didn't intend to fulfill her filial piety when she was alive. How could she give him a grand burial after her death?
After all, he had taken advantage of others, so Liang Chuan's attitude on this matter was that he was very happy for Father Zheng to learn how to make jelly, make it himself, and earn a little money for his own expenses.
"People who pass by will eat more of this, so the price can't be too high. We can adjust the quantity. The prices that are close to the people are more acceptable to past customers. Now that we are just starting out, we can't start too high. Let's do it this way. I think we are now Just sell a bowl of Bawen!" Liang Chuan analyzed the current market positioning of this kind of jelly and gave his father a direction.
"How much?" Father Zheng's shriveled lips trembled a little, "A bowl of this powder can be sold for eight cents?" He was so shocked that when did money become so easy to make, just give him a recipe and make it? So valuable? How much does this powder cost? A few roots of licorice and honeysuckle can make a bucket of cold and sweet soup. Licorice and fruits are all grown in the mountains and wild fields. They don't cost a penny. A bowl full of rice noodles costs a penny, right? Definitely not. How about selling it for eight cents? Would that be too greedy?
"Eight cents is very cheap, ten cents is too expensive, and five cents is too cheap, so let's do it this way."
Liang Chuan's words are golden words of wisdom. People have a lot of knowledge and can do whatever they say.
After the Dragon Boat Festival, Father Zheng went out to the stall with a feeling of trepidation. Being an honest man, he felt that it was a great sin to sell a bowl of jelly for eight cents. He felt sad and swung around a large bucket of crystal. How many bowls of jade jelly can be filled? If a big bowl is filled, there should be at least twenty bowls. How much does that cost? He didn't know much about arithmetic and had never used an abacus. He counted on his fingers and saw how many eight cents he got!
Outside the stall, the younger brother took bamboo poles and bamboo strips, built a pergola for his father, and hung a piece of paper with three big characters written on it, Jiaduobao. Blowing in the wind, travelers returning from the north to the south can see this stall at first sight. They don't understand the meaning of the three words "Jiaduobao", and it attracts more attention!
I can sell three bowls a day, and this old man would laugh and cry in his dreams!
People who do business usually work in groups. There used to be at least four or five people in a group. One person stopped to watch the fresh food sold by the old man. It was transparent and crystal clear, and the appearance was very pleasing. After eating it, it was even more delicious. It is nourishing and nourishing! In the caravan, one person was so satisfied after finishing the meal that he called his companions to taste it together. The first bowl would definitely be shared by the other three or four people! Looking at the Song Dynasty, there was only this one, and the red sun was scorching. Spend a small amount of money to buy it, but the mosquito coils in the pavilion cost forty yuan a plate! Besides, this powder is refreshing and delicious!
Father Zheng made a bucket and it was sold out before long in the afternoon. Afraid of being displeased by the guests, when I order noodles, I just get a bowl filled with Hai Hai, not much sweet soup, but full of jelly. The guest shouted, old man, please add more soup to relieve the heat! As the sun set, Father Zheng held the one hundred and sixty coins in his hands and counted them over and over again. His dry old eyes were slightly moist with disappointment. Saburo's words were his way of survival! No wonder the people in the village respect and love him. When he moves, every household treats it as a happy event for their own family. He has the heart of a Buddha and the methods of a fairy!
Brother Zhao saw his father selling the uneaten jelly in a good way and making more than a hundred yuan in one day. He was also happy for his father. The old man did not care about wealth, but only wanted a stable life. Just have a place!
As for himself, he now has a lot of fish clams. He only needs to buy some bait every day, or dig up some earthworms in the ground, and put them in the fish clams as materials to attract fish. Fifteen fish clams a day is enough for him. I was so busy that I didn't catch the fresh fish in Xinghua, it was all my own. What should I do if there are too many fish and I can’t finish them all? Why should I ask? Liang Chuan asked Zhaodi to sell fish!
Two father and son, one sells jelly and the other sells fresh fish. The father and son are at the intersection of the street and the son is in the middle of the street. Fresh fish is rare. After all, there are not many fishermen in these seven miles and eight villages. The villagers asked the fishmonger how much it cost. It was not expensive. It was only one-third of the price of meat. Pork could not be afforded. Buying two fat fishes would help. It’s not wrong to make soup and eat meat too! After displaying it for a day, I still had a few tails left at home for my family to eat, and they actually sold for 300 cents! Tsk tsk. . If you sell this for a few days, what kind of wife can't get it for yourself? .
Zhaodi and Dad are getting enough money and living comfortably, so who would want to suffer in that little dirty house in Fengshan that is full of strange smells!
On the edge of Fengshan Mountain, the waterwheel in the Nanxi River whirred and rotated slowly. The men worked at sunrise and rested at sunset. The three villages next door are just like what Liang Chuan thought. They have evil intentions. The waterwheel has not been built yet. The villagers have to endure the scorching sun and struggle to get water from the stream. The women's eyes and hands are still intact. Now they basically work for Liangchuan, making bamboo weaving. He Lu has become a bamboo manufacturing base. Every day, the children at home wait at the school gate early before the teacher strikes the gong. The sound of the gong tells the villagers that the school will be open normally today. If the gong does not sound, the villagers will feel uneasy.
Baozheng sells mosquito coils, Zhaodi sells fish, Zhao Xiaopin goes out to cook, and Uncle He goes up the mountain to watch tea. Li Erhua taught the villagers new styles, Liang Chuan advised Yang Xiu to pickle the kimchi more, and Ye Xiaochai watched the shop's business flow every day. The beehive swarm on the mountain was growing day by day, and Liang Chuan ran faster and faster in the forest. Li Chuyi took Hei Bi to travel around the mountains and rivers. The situation was like a peaceful year, where he was well-supported and had few books to read. He was peaceful and healthy, and he competed with others every year.
Plant sycamores and attract phoenixes.
In the quiet Fengshan Mountain, travelers and tour groups come and go quietly, and few people make a big fuss. One day after the Dragon Boat Festival, at the intersection of Fengshan Market, a maroon horse suddenly sprang out. The man on the horse pulled back the reins in his hands, the horse raised its front hooves and stamped wildly in the air, making a long neigh, and the lightning movement suddenly stopped.
What a horse! This horse has a plump and graceful body, a thin head, a high neck, slender limbs, thin skin and fine hair, and a slender and graceful body. This is complemented by a curved and high neck, which outlines its perfect body curve. At first glance, it is not a southern breed. Horses are mostly used for carrying animals. They are small in size, short and powerful, and have a compact structure. They are most suitable for carrying animals on rugged mountain roads. The difference is so obvious that even a blind person can spot it.
The dandy boy from the north who comes to fight the autumn wind?
"Old man, what are you selling? You can't quench your thirst!" The young man on the horse pulled the jacket attached to his chest, trying to release some of the irritation in his body, looking at the tea bowls sold by Father Zheng, He asked, raising his riding crop.
Father Zheng had only dealt with crops and mud legs all his life. He couldn't afford to offend such immortal figures in bright clothes and angry horses. He was so frightened that his hands were trembling and he couldn't even speak. He was afraid of this. Waiting for the dandy to become displeased, he will destroy his livelihood!
"What do you want to ask me? Mute?" The young man got off his horse and strode to the herbal tea stall. Without making any noise, he picked up a bowl of jelly and put it in his mouth. It was refreshing as soon as he entered it! It turns out that I still had some sense of style and sipped it in small sips. Once I got addicted to the drink, I raised my head and drank it all in one gulp!
"It's so cool! It's so damn enjoyable! I thought I'd die of thirst in this den of thieves if I couldn't find any more water, but I didn't expect there are such delicious snacks here! Old man, have another bowl!" The young man wiped the corners of his mouth and hands. He shook some cold soup off his mouth and laughed.
This scene is about the honest old man Zheng. If he meets Liang Chuan, he will go out without a fight. Why are you showing off in front of me?
Father Zheng hurriedly scooped out another bowl of noodles. The soup was thick and noodles were thin, because all the guests said that if you don’t eat noodles, the soup will relieve the heat! He handed it to the young man. The young man held the coarse porcelain sea bowl in his hands and raised his head to give it away. It would take others half a day to eat it, but he ate it all in three mouthfuls!
"What a fan!" The young man said, enjoying his meal with an unruly look on his face. "Old man, please prepare more snacks for me. I will repay you and let him have a taste!"
After saying this, the young man got on his horse, the horse neighed again, the whip snapped twice, raising a cloud of smoke and disappearing on the way it came.
