"Yes, if I could give me more ingredients, I could make a lot of variety." The pickles that Mu Xiu took out were also selected after consideration.

The raw materials for these pickles are all cabbage, radish, mushrooms, mustard greens, chili peppers, edamames, and other raw materials that farmers can take out.

Sun Xingfu opened the jar one by one, picked up a chopstick for each, and started to taste it. From the first bite, his eyes lit up and he tasted it until the end. It was that incredible expression.

"Mu Xiu, you made these pickles?" Sun Xingfu asked again.

"Yes." Mu Xiu replied simply that Mu Xiu's husband was particularly particular about a healthy diet. Mu Xiu's pickles and seasonings at Mu Xiu's home were basically made by Mu Xiu himself. These things are not complicated to make, and Mu Xiu was not guilty at all.

"It's so delicious. I've eaten a lot of spicy cabbage and shredded radish, but the taste of the one you made is particularly special. This is also the mushroom sauce. It's the first time I have tasted it. It's delicious, the mushrooms are full, and the mouth is full of fresh and fragrant." Sun Xingfu smacked his mouth and smeared it, with a long aftertaste.

"It took time to make these pickles. If you are a little careless, you will be bad, or if you don't master the time, the taste will be different." Mu Xiu deliberately seemed to be difficult to make these.

"You are right, who taught you how to do this?" Sun Xingfu asked tentatively.

"I figured it out myself." Mu Xiu paused deliberately and said hesitantly.

"It's amazing, it's done very well." Sun Xingfu was a little aware of Mu Xiu's appearance. This kind of craft must be inherited from the ancestors. The little girl didn't want to say more, so he stopped asking, just said, "You make 20 kilograms of each of you and send them together."

"Uncle Sun, these are more expensive..." Mu Xiu calculated the inventory of the space. Fortunately, when she bought these pickles, they were all sold for hundreds of pieces, and they could be taken out for twenty kilograms. Anyway, she is short of money now, so she can just exchange them for money.

"It should be, after trying it, you will know that there are a lot of seasonings in it." Sun Xingfu is in this business, so of course he understands.

"Mushroom sauce is more expensive, 20 cents per pound, and the rest are five cents per pound." Mu Xiu sighed in his heart. These pickles were bought for dozens of dollars, and now they can only be sold for a few cents.

"This mushroom sauce is sold more expensive than eggs, and I don't know if there are more people eating it." Sun Xingfu hesitated when he heard the price.

"Buy at most two eggs for 80 cents, and you can finish it in one meal. This pound of mushroom sauce can cost several days of food. Besides, now, there are more people in your hands, so anyone can afford to try this 80 cents." Mu Xiu's words make sense.

"Then I'll book it like this, how much will I calculate." Sun Xingfu is also a decisive and bold person.

"Sour bamboo shoots are 20 pounds, 2 yuan, mushroom sauce is 4 yuan, and the rest are ten, that is, 10 yuan, which is 16 yuan in total, and the ones you took out here, counting 1 yuan, and you will get 17 yuan in total." Sun Xingfu moved the abacus and soon finished it, shouting at the counter: "Huang Cui, get me ten yuan."

Sun Xingfu's wife Huang Cui turned around and went to the inner room when she heard her husband's words. After a while, she came out and handed the money to Sun Xingfu. At the same time, she looked at Mu Xiu curiously.

Huang Cui has always supported her husband's decision. After so many years of marriage, she knew that her husband would not do things that he was unsure.

"Come on, count, pay you half first, as a deposit, and the remaining balance will be given to you when you send all the pickles." Sun Xingfu turned around and gave the money to Mu Xiu.

Mu Xiu counted, then took out 1 yuan from it, handed it to Sun Xingfu and said with a smile: "Uncle Sun, what I took out is for you. You have helped me so much, which is also my intention. Don't dislike it, it's just something worthless."

"Hey, you girl, are so bright, so I will accept it. If you have any problems in the future, please ask me for help. Those who can help you." Sun Xingfu did not refuse when he heard Mu Xiu say this, and accepted Mu Xiu's pickles.

Sun Xingfu was not greedy for Mu Xiu, but because he felt that Mu Xiu's family was in such poor conditions and was willing to help him, so he also counted the pickles that Mu Xiu gave him to try.

Although 1 yuan is not too much for him, it is not a small number for Mu Xiu's family. Mu Xiu gave it to him just by saying this, which really made him look at him with some admiration. This little girl is really a bit like a businessman.

"The money must be collected carefully." Sun Xingfu reminded.

"Don't worry, Uncle Sun, then I'll leave first. In ten days, I'll come over to deliver pickles to you." Mu Xiu carried the basket on his back and was about to leave.

"What are you doing now? You came alone?" Sun Xingfu asked worriedly.

"I came with my father. He helped others do carpenters. I'm going to the streets now and I have to buy some more things and go home with him later."

"Don't run around alone, just go back quickly after finding your father." Sun Xingfu reminded.

"Oh, okay." Mu Xiu waved his hand and left.

"Old Sun, you are not afraid. If you buy so much, you can't sell it?" Huang Cui kept listening to the two of them talking behind the counter. At this time, she couldn't help asking when she saw Mu Xiu leaving.

"It's definitely okay. The most indispensable thing on the table of ordinary people is pickles. Now, you pour out all the pickles on the table just now, cut them into pieces, put them in a small plate, take them out, and put them in a row here." Sun Xingfu said.

Seeing that Sun Xingfu said so surely, Huang Cui stopped saying anything, and according to his instructions, he chopped the pickles and brought them out.

When she was cutting the pickles, she just wanted to taste it, but she didn't expect that after taking a bite, she couldn't help but eat a few bites. Finally, after taking turns to taste the pickles, she murmured to herself: "I really didn't expect that the pickles made by this little girl are really good. Compared with ordinary pickles, they taste much better, and they don't have salty mouths."

Huang Cui finally walked out with a row of small plates and arranged them one by one.

"As long as you come to buy pickles, you can try it for free and make your reputation first." Sun Xingfu knows marketing very well.

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Huang Cui's face showed expectations. She suddenly felt that these pickles would definitely be very popular.
Chapter completed!