I just heard my father (uncle) say that the persimmons were ripe, so Lin Yuanfeng and Lin Yuansong put down their axes and came over.
Seeing her two grandsons coming over, Wu took a red persimmon from the kang and handed it to Lin Yuanfeng, "Here, you two should try it too, it's really sweet."
Compared with the previous one, this persimmon was slightly harder to the touch, but after breaking it open, Wu saw that the flesh inside was already ripe.
Sure enough, it tasted so sweet in his mouth that Lin Yuanfeng licked the corners of his mouth and didn't feel it was bitter at all.
Lin Yuansong, who had tasted the sweet persimmons, turned around and left the room. He had to close the courtyard door first, lest someone suddenly come to the door and they saw him eating persimmons, which would be troublesome.
After a while, Zhou family, Liu family, Feng family, and sister-in-law also came over with embroidery work in their hands. It was Lin Yuanfeng who called them.
Since their family started making a living doing embroidery work, Lao Lintou and Wu have become accustomed to discussing important matters at home with their son and wife.
Old Lintou felt that if there were more people discussing, there must be more people coming up with ideas and ideas.
Furthermore, since we are all members of the family, we naturally have to shoulder responsibilities.
"Dad, let's pick all the yellowed persimmons tomorrow. When they are ripe, my second brother and I will pick them up and sell them in the town. This is a unique business, and we are sure to get a good price."
Lin Dazhu was a little excited. With this good method of covering persimmons, his own persimmons could be sold at least twenty days earlier than others.
Don't underestimate the more than twenty days' advance. If the sale is successful, you can definitely earn five or six taels of silver.
Obviously Lin Sanzhu didn't think so. He still remembered the sweet and glutinous persimmons.
Then I thought about it, I have a total of six or seven persimmon trees in my house. If I ripen the fruits and sell them, there will be no fruits for making persimmon cakes.
Furthermore, only the family knows how to cover the persimmons, and when the eldest brother and the second brother carry the persimmons to town, someone in the clan must have seen them.
When people ask you why you were able to sell your persimmons before they had so many, you will tell them or not.
We are all members of the Lin clan. If we don't tell them, we will definitely offend people. If we tell them, they will be busy in vain.
According to Lin Sanzhu's idea, it would be better to make all the persimmons into persimmon cakes and sell them.
A persimmon cake is definitely more rare than a persimmon, and the price it sells for per kilogram will naturally be decided by the family.
Furthermore, persimmons are easier to store than fresh persimmons.
The most important thing is that it is not easy for people to notice. This thing is like dried fruit. It can be packed in a cloth bag weighing more than ten or twenty kilograms. There is no need to worry about it being crushed or anything.
The advantage of this is that you don’t have to worry about being seen by others. Even if you carry the bag directly to the town in an oxcart, people in the same car will only think that the bag contains peanuts or beans.
Lin Sanzhu told everyone his thoughts.
When he heard his third uncle say that there were only six or seven persimmon trees at home, Lin Yuansong immediately remembered that there were many wild persimmon trees on the back hill.
Thinking of this, he hurriedly said, "Uncle Third, there are many wild persimmon trees in the mountains behind our village. Tomorrow my eldest brother and I will go to the mountains to see if the persimmons have turned yellow."
The reason why no one went to the mountain to pick it before was because the mountain road was difficult to walk, and it was difficult to get the ripe persimmons down. Every time before reaching the foot of the mountain, most of the persimmons in the basket were broken, even with straw mats. It's not much better, so the villagers are too lazy to waste their efforts.
But now, since they have a way to cover the ripe persimmons, they can just pick the hard persimmons, so carrying them down the mountain is not a problem.
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Chapter 32 Grievance
Old Lintou agreed with what his third son said. He had lived to the age where he knew his destiny, so he had naturally experienced many things.
And having experienced a lot, I definitely know a lot, and I also understand that what Lao San said is absolutely correct.
Just like what he said, if the boss and the second child go out carrying persimmons, they will definitely not be able to hide it from the eyes of the villagers.
At that time, everyone came to ask for help. If I didn't tell them, I would definitely offend everyone in the village.
Especially for the clan members, if he doesn't tell them the method, the clan will definitely say something, and they will definitely say that his family is not united and unfriendly to the people of the same clan.
But if the method was revealed, Lao Lintou would definitely be the first to be unwilling.
After so many years of hard life, his family finally found a way to make money. Who would want to tell others?
Don't call him selfish. If he wasn't selfish, who would help him support more than a dozen people in his family.
What's more, he doesn't steal or rob, and he never does anything unconscionable. He just wants to keep his way of making money, so there's nothing wrong with that.
Besides, the reason why the method of making money makes money is not because few people know about it. If everyone knows about it and sells early persimmons, then the selling price of the persimmons will be no different from before.
Therefore, Old Lintou would definitely not tell others how to cover persimmons, and he could be sure that no one in his family, from big to small, would be willing to do this.
This is also the reason why no one knows about my embroidery business even after more than half a year.
It's all because of good covering up.
Just like the third child, he used to ride in a bullock cart to deliver goods to the town. But nowadays, people basically walk there on two feet. At most, they take a bullock cart for the return trip after delivering the goods. The reason for doing this is not because they are worried that the embroidery in the bag will be looked at by interested people.
There is also the third daughter-in-law, a person who likes to go around and chat with people. She has never left home since she started doing embroidery.
What surprised Lao Lintou the most was that the children in the family made their own arrangements clearly without the need for repeated instructions from their parents, or the need for constant reminders.
No, when the little guys went out to play, they never mentioned anything at home to anyone, and they always remembered to close the door when entering the courtyard, for fear that others would see their mother's embroidery work.
The reasons for all these are not all because they are really afraid of poverty and really don’t want to continue to live a miserable life, so they try to find ways to make money.
By the way, when you are poor, even your own brothers will look down on you, not to mention others. Lin Dagui had experienced this feeling more than ten years ago.
Everyone in the clan thought that he had alienated his eldest brother because of the unfair family division.
In fact, only Lao Lintou himself knew that this was not the case at all.
In Lao Lintou's mind, it was his parents' decision to decide how to divide the family, and it had nothing to do with his eldest brother.
So although he felt uncomfortable at the time, he never complained about his elder brother.
What really chilled him was when the third eldest son fell ill more than ten years ago. At that time, Yuanyang's fever never recovered, so he wanted to take him to the town for a visit, but his family couldn't find the money to see him. The doctor had money, so Lao Lintou, who really had no other choice, went to find his elder brother, thinking that he was a biological brother after all, so he should be able to borrow money.
When he came to ask, his eldest brother not only didn't give him a penny, but also said a lot of hurtful things.
Why don't you save money for your parents who haven't had to support them all these years? He also said that when several of his children got sick, they all went to the mountains to dig herbs for them to eat. How could you not be like your grandson? He is so expensive, but he still wants to go to the town to find a doctor.
Anyway, what he said was that he should not go to his grandson to collect money under the pretext that he was sick.
In the end, Lao Lintou, who had borrowed nothing, returned home feeling angry.
Within two days, Yuan Yang from the third family still couldn't get over it.
Old Lintou told no one about the money borrowing, especially his third son. If he knew what his uncle said, the third son would definitely cause an uproar based on his temperament.
Since then, Lao Lintou has become very clear-headed and understood that it is better to seek help from others than from yourself at any time.
They all say, "Rely on your own food to fill the warehouse, rely on others to empty the rice vat."
Over the years, their family has come through step by step relying on their own hands.
Therefore, he doesn't want to take advantage of others. Likewise, no one will tell anyone about his family's good ways of making money.
After thinking about it, Lao Lintou followed his third son's suggestion that instead of selling fresh persimmons, all the fruits on the tree would be made into persimmon cakes.
Lin Dazhu and Lin Erzhu also felt that what the third brother said made sense. Just like what the third brother said, there was no reason why no one would see the persimmons when they were picked out. In order to avoid trouble, they had better make persimmons more safely.
Now that you have made up your mind, the next step is to prepare the persimmons.
Before that, I naturally have to try making some persimmons to try.
Old Lintou remembered that his grandson had said that the persimmons had to be peeled first and then dried in the sun. After a while, they would become persimmons.
It sounds pretty simple.
The group of people went to the backyard, while Lin Yuanfeng and Lin Yuansong quickly went to the woodshed to find thin bamboo poles.
When the family was separated, Lao Lintou was given the old house where his grandma lived. Although the house was a bit dilapidated, the backyard was quite large, with half an acre of land. These persimmon trees were from the time of the separation. , Lao Lintou planted wild saplings dug from the back mountain. Not only him, the persimmon trees in the village were basically dug from the mountain. Farmers depended on digging in the ground to eat, and there was no spare money to buy saplings.
A dozen hens who were looking for food under the tree hurried to the straw pile in the corner after seeing many people coming.
The persimmon trees are already full of fruits. It seems that there are more persimmons this year than last year. Some branches and leaves are heavy under the weight of the fruits.
Looking at the persimmons growing on the sunny side, many have begun to turn yellow.
Lin Yuanfeng and Lin Yuansong quickly brought the bamboo poles and picked the persimmons that were already yellow in the morning sun. The two cousins cooperated tacitly, picking one after another, and soon picked more than twenty persimmons.
Lin Sanzhu tried to peel off the persimmon skin with his hands, but found it a bit difficult. After thinking about it, he went to the kitchen to get a plane for peeling the loofah skin. It turned out that peeling the skin was quick and easy.
Seeing this, Lao Lintou immediately had the idea of buying a few more planes tomorrow. There were so many persimmons at home, and he couldn't point to one person to peel them.
If you use the right method, it will naturally be faster. In a short time, more than 20 persimmons were peeled.
Lin Sanzhu put all the peeled persimmons into the basket to dry, and then he waited.
On the first day, the dried persimmons no longer stick to your hands. On the second day, the persimmons begin to soften. On the third day, when you touch them again, they are much softer and begin to become darker in color. On the fourth day, everyone removes the soft persimmons. Flatten slightly before continuing to dry.
On the fifth day, the color of the persimmons became darker. I picked one up and tasted it. Well, it didn’t taste astringent at all. It tasted sweet. I thought it would be sweeter tomorrow.
On the sixth day, several people tried the taste again. Yes, it was indeed sweeter than yesterday.
On the seventh day, the persimmon becomes crystal clear, and when you hold it up to the sun, it emits an orange-red light. When you take a bite, it is sweet and soft.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and the delicious and beautiful persimmons were finally made.
Mrs. Wu touched the remaining persimmons in the basket, thinking that they would be put into clay pots after one more day of drying.
The eighth day, no, because there are no more persimmons from the eighth day.
When Mrs. Wu went to the chicken coop in the backyard to pick up eggs and came back, she found that the basket was empty and there was nothing left.
Oops, these two greedy cats actually took away all the persimmons in one pot.
Wu was so angry that she looked around for a broom, ready to give Pi Wa'er a good meal.
Hearing their mother getting angry, Lin Dazhu and Lin Erzhu, who were talking to their father, hurriedly walked out of the main room. When they saw the empty bamboo basket, they couldn't help but hold their foreheads. It seemed that their children would have to suffer again today. Beaten.
Then, Lin Yuanbai and Lin Yuanhuai, who each had their butts slapped, howled more sadly than ever before, with unconvinced looks on their faces.
Lin Dazhu wondered, if you two did something wrong, you would be beaten. What else is there to be dissatisfied with?
Lin Yuanhuai wiped his nose and lowered his head without speaking.
Lin Yuanbai couldn't hold it back, his face was filled with tears, "There were actually twenty-six of them."
What twenty-six?
Lao Lintou, Wu, and Lin Dazhu didn't understand.
"It turned out that there were twenty-six persimmons in the basket, wuwuwu..." Lin Yuanbai became more and more aggrieved as he thought about it.
