The supplies are very poor now, and even if some people have money, they may not be able to buy the items they want.

Sun Xingfu followed the policy and returned home to open a pickle shop. These days, fresh dishes in the city are not easy to buy, and every family is indispensable to pickles. Pickles are very popular. This thing is delicious and even salt is saved. The family is poor. Steam some steamed buns and a small plate of pickles, which is a meal.

Mu Xiu took off the basket, put all the prepared pickles in, then carried them up and walked into the pickles shop.

"Uncle Sun, morning." Mu Xiu greeted.

Sun Xingfu turned around and was surprised to see Mu Xiu, "Mu Xiu? Why are you here?"

"Happiness, who is this?" asked the middle-aged woman standing at the counter.

"This is the little girl who rented our father's house. I told you last time." Sun Xingfu introduced the middle-aged woman and then said, "Mu Xiu, this is your Aunt Sun."

"Hello Aunt Sun." Mu Xiu immediately screamed sweetly.

Sun Xingfu's wife nodded and stopped talking.

"Uncle Sun, last time I heard from the village party secretary that you opened a pickle shop, so I made several pickles to try and see how I crafted it." Mu Xiu looked at Sun Xingfu with bright eyes.

Sun Xingfu's pickle restaurant has been open for a while, and the sales volume is quite good, but after tossing and turning, it is just pickle, salted radish, salted mustard greens, etc.

There are many people in the county town, and there are indeed many people coming to buy it every day, but some old customers hope to eat more varieties of pickles during chatting. After all, there are fewer vegetables and it is difficult to buy them now. Pickles are served and they are cheaper than fresh vegetables.

Maybe Mu Xiu’s self-recommendation can really bring a different taste.

"Okay, take it out and try it." Sun Xingfu pointed to the table in the shop and sat down next to him.

Mu Xiu placed the jar in his arms on the table, freed up his hand to take off the basket, put it aside, and then opened the jar, and a sour smell came to his nose.

"Uncle Sun, borrow chopsticks and use them." Mu Xiu said.

Sun Xingfu pulled out a spoon from the side, took out a small bowl, and handed it to Mu Xiu. On weekdays, he wanted to scoop pickles and prepared a lot of spoons and small bowls.

Mu Xiu scooped a spoonful of sour bamboo shoots from the jar, poured them into a bowl, and handed them to Sun Xingfu.

"Although this smell is sour, it doesn't seem to be the sour taste of vinegar, it seems to be a little more fragrant than acetic acid." Sun Xingfu smelled it first with a small bowl, then raised his chopsticks, picked up a bamboo shoot strip, and looked around.

"The color is white and tender, and the roots are tender, and the appearance is also good." After saying that, put it in your mouth and chew it carefully. "The taste is very crisp, the sour taste is very special, the sour feel is just right, and this looks like a bamboo shoot?" After Sun Xingfu swallowed the pickles, he looked at Mu Xiu with a little question.

"Uncle Sun, you are so knowledgeable. These are indeed bamboo shoots. I pickled them into sour bamboo shoots." Mu Xiu replied with a smile.

"What vinegar did you use for this sour taste? Vinegar is not cheap now. If you use it to make pickles, the cost will be much higher. Pickles are originally bought by people because they take advantage of it. What if the price is too high and you can't sell it?" Sun Xingfu asked with a tentative look.

Mu Xiu smiled and said in a brisk tone: "But I said, aren't these sour bamboo shoots used to be vinegar?"

"No vinegar? Then where did this sour smell come from?" Sun Xingfu asked curiously.

Zhenping County was in the northwest of China. At that time, the traffic information was not developed. No one had seen such kimchi pickles that were fermented by themselves. Although Sun Xingfu had seen more knowledge, he was only more than ordinary people. It was the first time that Sun Xingfu had eaten such kimchi.

"This is the sour taste of the bamboo shoots fermented by themselves. This fermented pickle is called kimchi, which tastes much better than the ones marinated with salt. Moreover, the moisture can be maintained and tastes more refreshing. The most important thing is that no seasoning is used, and the cost is cheaper." Mu Xiu said with a smile.

"You are right. Just in terms of taste, this kimchi tastes much better than other pickles." Sun Xingfu nodded repeatedly when he heard this.

Mu Xiu continued: "The customer base that ordinary pickles face is ordinary people, and it is difficult to enter the elegant place."

"Yes, these pickles are at best just a table dish for ordinary people like us. They eat a good quality and low price. It is impossible to make a lot of money by selling pickles, and they can only take care of food and clothing." Sun Xingfu sighed.

"I have no choice, Uncle Sun, you can try it. Old duck sour bamboo shoot soup, sour bamboo shoots, and fried sour bamboo shoots. These dishes taste very good when they are made. They can be sold in canteens or restaurants to make dishes and soups. If the restaurant is well cooked, they have to buy them from you. This is a long-term transaction." Mu Xiu said, and Sun Xingfu beside him was so straightened.

During this period, the policy has been much looser. His friend opened a hotel in the provincial capital. He heard that the business was very popular, and Sun Xingfu also wanted to try opening a hotel. If there were a few special fresh dishes, it would definitely attract a lot of customers.

"Okay, I'll try it first and see how it tastes. However, even if these sour bamboo shoots are not cooked, they will be refreshing and delicious with porridge in the morning." Sun Xingfu said this and smiled, "You little girl, you will definitely not run so far for no reason. Try this for me, tell me, how are you going to sell these sour bamboo shoots?"

"Uncle Sun, I knew that I could not hide anything from you." Mu Xiu liked to deal with people like Sun Xingfu.

"Let's do it, one cent per pound. After all, it's a rare thing. Not many people can make it. Moreover, peeling bamboo shoots is very hard." Mu Xiu has already inquired all the way. Nowadays, pickles are 5 cents per pound. Her things are a little rare, and a penny is not expensive.

"This sour bamboo shoot requires twenty kilograms first. Let me see how it sells it." Sun Xingfu nodded. The price Mu Xiu said was reasonable.

"I have other pickles here, Uncle Sun, please take a look, too." Mu Xiu asked.

"Okay." Sun Xingfu wanted to see how many pickles Mu Xiu could take out that he had never seen before.

As a result, Sun Xingfu was really eye-opening...

Before Mu Xiu came, he packed the pickles in the space and unpacked them. According to the type, he packed them into more than a dozen small jars. Each one looked like a pound, such as soaked cabbage, dried spicy radish, edamame, edamame, minced spicy diced mushroom sauce, and all of them were taken out. He put them on the table and put them on a full table. Sun Xingfu's eyes widened, looking unbelievable.
Chapter completed!