Early the next morning, Song Qiu left the processing of peppers to Old Yuan and Old Deng and Miao, while he and Zhang Lihua continued to collect red peppers.
We first went to Dazao Village where we were yesterday to collect the confiscated goods, then we went to Dayao Village, and then we turned around and went to Daji to buy rapeseed oil, soy sauce and wine.
There was not much rapeseed oil in the grain and oil shop in Daji, and it only cost about a hundred kilograms after buying it all. Song Qiu thought that he would have to go to town tomorrow.
As soon as I walked down the street, the entire morning passed.
In the afternoon, Mr. Yuan and his colleagues began to chop about two hundred kilograms of dried peppers.
Song Qiu and Zhang Lihua continued to collect red peppers.
In the past two days, as soon as the news spread, several surrounding villages knew that the Song family was harvesting red peppers, which cost a penny a pound.
Anyway, it will be rotten if left alone. If it can be sold for a penny per catty, who wouldn't be happy?
So before Song Qiu left, many people started picking their own home-grown peppers and waited.
So quickly, in one afternoon, Song Qiu visited several villages, such as Shitou Village and Yanghuai Village, and collected a mule cart full of red peppers, and also bought a lot of beans.
There was nothing left to pack at the back, so some enthusiastic people specially gave Song Qiu's many bamboo baskets to pack.
There was no room for people to sit on either side. Song Qiu returned home with a full load, and he and Zhang Lihua walked back to the village by car.
There were so many peppers, Song Qiu planned to stop for now and deal with them first.
But there were so many people, and there was not enough manpower. Song Qiu went to Zhou's house at night and invited Man Ju, mother and daughter, to come and help.
When I went there, I happened to meet Golden Chrysanthemum, and she was so enthusiastic that she even wanted to help.
Song Qiu thought that every household in the village now had a man building an inn for her on the bank of the long river. After thinking about it, she might as well join one from each family. If there are more people, move faster and make Doubanjiang safely.
Otherwise, the pepper will not be added.
So I went door to door and found out that the price was twenty cents a day, and lunch was not included. However, I had to bring my kitchen knives and wooden basins, and they had to be washed clean and free of oil.
Anyway, most of the women in the village were fine. After going through this process, Song Qiu recruited a lot of people, all of whom were willing to help, and those who were paid but not paid were the second best.
But everyone knows that Song Qiu is good at handling things and won't ask them to help in vain.
As a result, there were twenty-four households in the village, and no one came to the village chief's house, because the women in his family couldn't win the embroidery work.
For example, there are only three people in Meifu's family, and they are also Meifu. The chickens and ducks at home are temporarily looked after by Hongzao.
There is also Mrs. Zhang, who is not short of money at all, but is just here to join in the fun.
Everything in Songshan Village is like this. It would be bad if you just don't call someone.
Song Qiu made the matter clear. Everyone should be fine. Just bring the clean kitchen knives and wooden basins at home tomorrow.
Back home, Song Qiu took Lao Yuan and Zhang Lihua to make two hundred kilograms of chili peppers that Lao Yuan and the others had chopped today.
I didn't buy a large pottery jar. Fortunately, I had two spare ones at home, a slightly smaller one. I even borrowed one from Zhang's house for use. Song Qiu washed it out and dried it during lunch.
Two hundred kilograms of chopped chili peppers wrapped in moldy watercress were made, and three pottery jars were filled. Song Qiu sealed them and put them away.
Then I fried all the peas I bought today and soaked them in the paste, waiting for more people to help me peel them out tomorrow.
After doing this, Song Qiu took Zhang Lihua to rest. She had to go to town early tomorrow morning, so it was convenient for Lihua to sleep with her.
Before going to bed, Song Qiu thought about how hard Lihua and she were working every day. Others only had 20 cents, but Lihua did more, and they became the core figures of Doubanjiang together. He couldn't treat her badly, so he whispered to her quietly.
"Lihua, at Grandma Deng's place, I will still give you twenty cents a day, but privately, I will give you an extra ten cents a day. I will keep accounts for you and save them for you until you get married next year.
I’ll give it to you together.”
Zhang Lihua was dozing off and couldn't open her eyes. When Leng Buding heard this, he opened his eyes and looked over. It was so dark that he couldn't see anything clearly. "Why are you giving me an extra ten cents? You have spent a lot these days."
I have money, just to make this doubanjiang, and I haven’t even started to make money yet.”
She often follows Ah Qiu, so how could she not be clear about it? These days, just preparing to make this Doubanjiang has already cost a lot of money.
Not to mention anything else, she estimated that the amount of chili pepper and rapeseed oil would cost ten taels, and she would have to buy rapeseed oil tomorrow, which would be quite a lot!
"It's not short of these ten essays." Song Qiu smiled and had his own plan.
While the red peppers are in season, where are you going?
The doubanjiang will not go bad when she makes it. Even if her inn's daily business is not good and the doubanjiang is used less, she can still sell it.
Such a good thing, as long as you know the goods, you don't have to worry about not being able to sell it.
And this is the only exclusive secret recipe. It’s the only one, so why doesn’t she let her set the price?
She will never make a loss-making transaction.
Zhang Lihua heard that Song Qiu had his own plan, so she didn't say anything. She was too sleepy, and she was thinking vaguely that she had to work harder and help Aqiu to share more. She was not afraid of being tired, so don't be tired.
I caught Aqiu, look at her skinny arms and legs.
Song Qiu was thinking about something and soon fell asleep.
It was still dark, so I got up on time, told Old Yuan, then got on the mule cart and headed to town with Zhang Lihua.
There was nothing else to do in the town today. The main thing was to buy rapeseed oil, soy sauce, wine, and a large ceramic vat.
The pottery kiln is a little further away. You have to enter the town and then go south to the town, which is right next to the town entrance.
Song Qiu had been there once before, and this time he went straight to the pottery kiln by familiar routes.
When they arrived at the pottery kiln, the plumber still remembered her. Hearing that she wanted a big pottery jar like last time, he shook his head and said: "That kind of thing is no longer available. It means that the kiln workers who practiced it have made it useless, otherwise it wouldn't be like that."
I’ll sell it to you cheaply, even if it’s such a big one, if it’s good-looking, our pottery kilns will sell it for eighty yuan each.”
"If you want it, there are still a few of these good-looking ones. The liquor store in town ordered some more for this batch. They took away the remaining ones, and these are the only ones. Do you want them?"
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Song Qiu listened and went to take a look with the plumber. These pottery jars of the same size did look better than the ones she bought last time. They looked more durable. She thought about the eighty yuan.
One, I gritted my teeth and decided to buy it.
Otherwise, so many bean pastes would be packed in smaller clay pots, which would take up less space and be troublesome.
So he spent some money and bought all six large pottery jars.
It is estimated that these six can be used for three thousand kilograms of peppers. She has not received so many peppers yet, so she will buy these first.
After paying the money, the people from the pottery kiln helped carry the pottery jar onto the mule cart and tied it up to prevent it from falling. Now there was no place to sit, so Song Qiu and Zhang Lihua had to walk again.
But before they returned to town, not long after leaving the pottery kiln, about a mile or so away, Song Qiu realized something was wrong.
She circled the mule cart twice, and Zhang Lihua looked puzzled, "Aqiu, what's wrong?"
Song Qiu shook his head and gestured to her to be silent. Finally, his eyes locked on one of the pottery jars.