It really made Mrs. Xu discover a business opportunity that was relatively effortless and could make a lot of money.
That's wine.
The wine here is green sweet water, and the old rice wine I bought specially is also green.
Xu Tianxin thought to himself: Green ants' new fermented wine, red clay stove.
When you open a jar of new wine, you can see that the mouth of the jar is filled with dense wine dregs, and when mixed with green water, it looks like ants are floating in it. It makes people get goosebumps, and I can finally understand these two sentences.
There is also a word called feasting and feasting, which probably comes from this.
At this time, Mrs. Xu was sitting in a restaurant with her son and granddaughter. She bought four bowls of different types of wine, and she was trying them one by one.
After tasting it carefully, the taste is a bit thick, and the cheaper the wine, the more turbid it is.
"A glass of wine to the family." Mrs. Xu suddenly picked up the wine bowl and said with a smile.
Xu Youcang was slightly stunned. He and his niece were sitting on the same side. He thought that my mother was talking to him and his niece, so he quickly picked up a bowl of wine that my mother had tasted and touched it.
He doesn't work hard, it's my mother who works hard.
Mrs. Xu smiled, moved away, and blocked the camera.
As for the alcohol content, Mrs. Xu tasted four different price ranges of wine and guessed that the alcohol content could not keep up with modern beer. No wonder the poems and bullfights are about fighting. The ancients didn't get drunk even after drinking several bowls.
However, she specifically asked the store to find out that it was not all pure liquor. Sake was drunk by nobles and was a special supply. It was equivalent to the status of modern Moutai. Ninety percent of people could not afford it.
So the store owner saw that she was wearing patches and wouldn't even let her open the wine jar to take a look. She didn't have the courage to ask for a bowl. It was too expensive. In the words of my granddaughter, a golden cup of sake cost ten thousand, and one cup was worth one tael of silver. Although this term is exaggerated, it is still close.
The business opportunity is that not only is there little sake here, but the sake is not high-alcohol, and her eldest granddaughter happens to know how to distill it.
When you drink that high alcohol, it can burn your throat and make a crackling sound in your throat. Just one sip can make you feel emotional, which is especially suitable for the north. There are ripples on the Songhua River, and whoever doesn't drink is a loser. This wine is only exciting when you drink it in the ice and snow.
Mrs. Xu seems to have seen the Xu family producing special high-strength wine in the future. It is too troublesome and too late to make wine by yourself at the moment. It should be no problem to process and distill it. When the time comes, you can sell it yourself and promote it everywhere.
But wine processing requires a long-term plan. At least let your granddaughter draw a picture of the utensils tonight. Taking advantage of the fact that there are many skilled craftsmen in Fucheng, she can first make some handy tools and bring them back.
It happened that the family still lacked the small millstone for their women, as well as the ironing bed and sugar cane stool.
It is convenient to press noodles with a laminating machine, which is equivalent to a modern manual noodle machine.
The sugarcane stool is equivalent to a manual juicer. She saw it in the kitchen of the restaurant where Yuhuan noodles were sold just now.
It’s money to buy these things.
Mrs. Xu thought to herself: When the time comes for sowing, the family will need to buy some farming improvement tools. Iron is indispensable everywhere, and iron is very expensive here. The urgent thing now is to earn cash as soon as possible.
After Mrs. Xu studied the wine here, she didn't dare to delay any longer and had enough rest. She quickly took her son and granddaughter to buy ingredients that could be exchanged for money right now.
To make Saqima, you need honey, sugar, white flour, eggs, corn starch, oil, sesame seeds, and the kind of green and red silk in moon cakes.
But after searching around, she couldn't find any green or red silk threads, so Mrs. Xu bought some candied fruit instead.
She bought more of every ingredient. Considering that there is no baking powder here, she needs to go to the inn to buy a piece of old noodles (老fat) instead. This is the first time for her to ferment the saqima with old noodles. She doesn’t know if she can succeed in the first time. And with the third child watching from the side, if I succeed once, I am afraid that I will think too much about my mother being too powerful. If I can't do it well, I can leave it to my granddaughter.
When buying ingredients, Mrs. Xu heard that the picker was selling tangerines, and couldn't help but stop and ask about the price.
Her granddaughter loves to eat oranges.
But when she heard that it was twenty-five cents per pound, even a modern person like her who was accustomed to spending money couldn't help but click her tongue.
The dealer was a good talker and advised Mrs. Xu: "Auntie, it's just a good time to catch up, but we won't be able to eat it in the cold weather. Twenty-five cents is really not expensive, what do you think this is? This was a tribute in the previous dynasty."
Mrs. Xu looked at her granddaughter and said, "Give me ten pounds." Just pretend that the nunnery didn't get any reward money that night and got two hundred and fifty coins that night.
And I can’t eat all ten pounds of oranges.
When Mrs. Xu saw the oranges, she thought of the mochi made with orange juice and glutinous rice flour for her granddaughter. The orange color was bright, and it was steamed in a pot instead of baked in the oven. She didn't have to worry about not having utensils. It also tasted sour, sweet and glutinous. Here it is There is no such pastry either.
Shaqima and tangerine mochi are two ways to make it, and you can always get some extra cash.
On rainy days, business is not good, so the hawker will say a few words. Unexpectedly, this aunt is not well-dressed and does not apply oil on her face, as if she is in a dry land. I really want to buy it.
For a while, the people selling apricots, pears, and even mangoes all called her: "Auntie, he was a tribute from the previous dynasty, and I am a serious tribute from previous years."
Co-authored in modern times, we kaka dazzle tribute.
Mrs. Xu didn't buy any more. She just asked about the places where fruit sellers often hang out.
I heard that the reason why Fucheng has a wide variety of fruits is that firstly, some wealthy families have their own Zhuangzi orchards, and secondly, there are many ships docking on the river every morning. There is everything from shipping goods to selling on the ship.
Mrs. Xu had already made a plan in her mind to go to the riverside to buy fruits the day before leaving Fucheng. Not only oranges, but also a few more for her granddaughter to take home to eat. Buying snacks for the whole winter for my granddaughter at once.
If you can store it for a long time, put it in the cellar and eat it slowly. If you can't store it, make it into jam or fruit peel.
The child is suffering too much. He can't go anywhere in the winter. He has to eat or not, and he has to help with various medicines, distillations, and other work at home...
Xu Youcang is kind and generous.
He couldn't help but not ask why I didn't sell the condoms properly, but instead bought a lot of valuable ingredients tonight for no apparent reason.
Xu Youcang has his own ideas. If you ask questions and care about everything, and are afraid of hands and feet, can I make jade ring noodles and that velvet?
You want me to let go and move forward boldly, try more, see more, and buy whatever I want to buy. After all, the food will not be spoiled in the end. The delicious food will go into the mouths of my niece and my mother, and the unpalatable food will go into his mouth, and he will not throw it away anyway. Secondly, the main thing is that he doesn't mean anything, so why are you just asking around?
Mrs. Xu was not in a hurry to sell the set, but she was just thinking about what if the pastry would be sold to a brothel. I always feel that selling to a brothel requires a higher price than selling to a restaurant or dim sum shop, because there are many types of restaurants and dim sum shops, and having more of them will not affect anything. The brothel is more curious, especially the orange cakes, and she cuts them into various shapes to make them look better.
On the way, Mrs. Xu asked her son and granddaughter to eat two oranges each. She was not willing to throw away the orange peels, keeping the smell and soaking them in water.
"Third brother, you can eat two more. This is the first time you have eaten oranges since you have grown so big."
Old Mrs. Xu advised again: "When we go back, our mothers can't eat it. For you, Uncle Li Zheng and those boys, each of you can only taste the two pieces, but the three of us can't eat it alone." Eat a few of them and make them."
(End of chapter)
