A sweet fragrance came from the kitchen.
"Ouch, my pear paste."
Gu Laoshi threw down his wife's legs and ran quickly to the kitchen.
Jiang was furious: "You won't wash your hands!"
Gu Laoshi quickly scooped water and washed his hands.
Gu Xiang: "...I remember the time."
The pear paste is boiled a little thicker, but the taste is still good. The water and soil of Guzhuang cannot grow crops, and it is unique to grow all kinds of fruits. After all, Dali Village, which is not far away, can produce fruits, and Guzhuang has no reason.
A very special thin-skinned pear is produced in the village. The orange-yellow skin is faintly exposed to a transparent red light under the sun, with rich juice and sufficient sweetness.
Gu Laoshi served Jiang a bowl, and Jiang finished it in one breath and immediately made up his mind: "We have to do this business."
After all, Jiang was still the resolute Jiang family. Soon, Gu Zhuangjia's pear paste business began to operate smoothly.
In order to save money and keep the recipe confidential, Jiang went to the village to collect pears and medicinal materials every day, and Gu Laoshi was responsible for cooking in the kitchen.
When the sale starts on the first day, it shows that the supply is in short supply. Many people are willing to pay a deposit and book a deposit first if they cannot get the goods.
Gu Xiang helped Jiang write the account book and calculated the income. The income in a day can be comparable to the previous two months, and even if you eliminate the cost, you can make a lot of money.
Both Jiang and Gu Laoshi were frightened, always suspected that they had calculated the wrong thing. Jiang got up in the middle of the night and made plans several times.
Gu Xiang didn't think this was strange. After all, pear paste was sold cheaply, and it was something that ordinary people could afford.
These days, people don’t go to the hospital easily, and they will suffer from illness. Unless they are seriously ill, they will find a barefoot doctor, take some folk remedies, or invite a witch or a god or a Buddha. Whether it can be cured depends entirely on luck. If it doesn’t get better, it will be a death.
The Gu family’s pear cream has a first-class reputation and is praised by everyone around you. Of course, the most important thing is that it is cheap enough.
All day long, there were endless villagers coming to the Gu family to pick up the goods. Many people found a buyer in advance, and immediately sent the goods from the Gu family, and then basically got a bunch of orders back.
Both Jiang and Gu Laoshi were exhausted, and Gu Xiang was busy all the time, and they had no time to cook for the family. The whole day, the whole family drank a pot of porridge and ate two pieces of cooked cakes.
Gu Xiang: "My daughter is really underestimating her workload."
What’s important is that Gu Xiang’s lost food spots…
The family looked at each other. Jiang rubbed his stiff waist for a long time, but still felt uncomfortable. Gu Laoshi smiled and said, "It's not that he's tired, it's just that he's too messy."
Now that Afeng and Laogou are still there, Gu Xiang hasn't left, they are so busy that they are out of touch. When Gu Xiang takes Afeng and the others back to Yongyi's army, the family's affairs are even more unrestable.
Jiang pondered for a while: "Then let's hire two more people to carry out goods. Just focus on the kitchen stall. Don't make any quotations when you go to find him. The young man in our village goes out to do short-term work, and there are only two or three eldest sons a day. Don't be generous."
Gu Hushi responded repeatedly.
When the old dog heard this, he thought for a while and said, "My second brother..."
Gu Xiang suddenly realized: "Ermu can withstand the two adults alone."
The old dog smiled embarrassedly: "Let that kid come and help, just take care of the meal, and you don't have to pay him a salary."
"That won't work, the wages must be paid." Gu Xiang sighed quietly, "It's just that this child is too young."
Unexpectedly, one day she would do such a child labor job.
The old dog thanked him solemnly.
His second brother's illness has improved greatly. If the child's food problem is solved, the burden on the family is very light, and other brothers and sisters can go out to find some errands. Even if his salary is temporarily confiscated, the family will not be able to disperse.
In the afternoon of that day, the old dog carried Wang Ermu to the Gu family.
After hiring someone, the family had an extra expense. Jiang was a little hurt, but after careful calculation, the expense was quite cost-effective.
Ermu is a child who is young, but he is very strong and works hard. Not to mention two people, three of them have more than enough.
A few days later, the family belonged to Jiang's family and treated Wang Ermu as the best. They praised this child for being diligent and well-behaved every day, much better than Goro.
In the early morning, the sun rose and a cloud of clouds burned in the sky.
Zhou Dongniang hurried to the Gu family with a basket. Her man and Zhou Dong were in the yamen these days. She was more idle than before. She also went to buy pear paste to sell like the villagers. After saving a few days of money, she could buy two taels of meat for the men and boys at home to improve the food.
As soon as he turned around, he saw a long queue of people again. Zhou Dongniang quickly occupied the position and vaguely heard Gu Xiang standing at the door and spoke softly.
"Aunt, you must remember it when you sell it. The pear paste we sell is just snacks, drinks, and it is not medicine. If you make everyone sick, you should go to the doctor seriously. Don't take pear paste for any disease."
The villagers who were picking up the goods responded repeatedly and smiled awkwardly: "The third lady is too modest. My nephew was a little hot yesterday. I fed him a spoonful and it was going to be fine that night."
Gu Xiang: No, pear cream cannot cure fever.
Someone shouted over there: "The paste in our house is really a good thing. This morning, the boy from my house hugged him and complained that his stomach hurt, which scared my mother. My wife gave him a bowl of pear paste water. When I went out, I ran out to play again."
Gu Xiang: Your son is just greedy.
After blinking, Gu Xiang worked harder and harder to 'belittle' his stuff: "Think about it, if it was really a magic medicine, it wouldn't be sold so cheaply."
"San Niangzi, you are kind-hearted. The food you sell at your snack stall can taste comparable to meat, but the price is the price of radish."
Gu Xiang: "..."
She now feels that maybe what she has come up with is not a particularly good idea.
But now most villagers are involved, and every household is happy because of making money. Even the clan has been looking up and chested up these days, and the clan members are very happy. If you want to say not to sell, it is obviously unlikely that she can do. All she can do is to give her advice, give her all kinds of caution.
Zhou Dongniang listened to Gu Xiang's voice and once again regretted losing her daughter-in-law.
The transaction of pear paste gradually got on track, and the business became bigger and bigger, and its reputation quickly became popular. As Gu Xiang expected, the trend of imitating pear paste was blown for a while, but it soon stopped.
The profit is too small, and what is made is not as good as Guzhuang's products, and its fame cannot keep up with others. There are so many businesses in the world, and there are so many medicines to sell in the medicine shop, no one will argue with the pear paste.
Seeing that there were fewer and fewer imitation businesses in various places, Jiang was relieved and couldn't help but worry that if the pear paste in those medicine shops could not be sold, would he come to cause trouble for our family?
Chapter completed!