"What are you talking about? I only sold it for six cents per catty!"
Mrs. Qian didn't know it earlier than others in the village.
After hearing her son's words, she immediately lost her balance and threatened to faint.
Mrs. Li hurriedly stepped forward to help her, and even provoked her to scold her.
"Why did you sell it at this price? Didn't you go to the shop?"
"Why didn't I run away? I just listened to you and went to the store as soon as we entered the city." Zhuang San became angry when he thought of this. There was no respect in his words, but some complaints instead, "This store was closed last time.
It’s our product! But the other party said the sale was not good and wanted us to refund the money. If my second brother and I hadn’t run away quickly, we might have been caught!”
"What? How can you treat it like this!"
Mrs. Qian is an ordinary village woman who has never been to the town a few times in her life. She has no idea how these shops do business. She couldn't help but feel a little guilty after hearing this.
"Later we went to other stores and asked, but no one was willing to accept it." Zhuang San frowned, feeling unhappy.
"Huh? I remember that Wufuji was willing to accept it, but the price was lower. Third brother, you didn't agree."
Zhuang Er didn't mean to undermine Zhuang San, but he kept talking out of his mind and only thought about what he wanted to say. This time he didn't realize that he had offended his third brother.
"How do you sell Qi Wen?" Zhuang San didn't want to mention this at first, but his second brother insisted on mentioning it. This made him think of his niece's playful eyes under his humble appearance. The blood vessels in his forehead were about to burst.
"Qi Wen doesn't even have enough money for firewood, and you still make a lot of money!" He didn't care about being heard, so he just yelled out.
Qi Wen was indeed missing. Mrs. Qian also felt that San'er was right.
Zhuang Er didn't know why the third brother suddenly got angry, but he still explained: "There are no shops in the back willing to take it, so we can only set up a stall and sell it in pieces."
"But no one came to ask for eight cents per catty. When it was seven cents per catty, we barely sold a few catties. Later, there were fewer people on the street. We were afraid that you would be worried, so we wanted to sell it as soon as possible, so we reduced it to six cents.
One pound."
"What?! Six cents per pound?"
Mrs. Qian's vision went dark. Seeing something was wrong, Mrs. Li immediately went to pinch the old lady. Fortunately, she was strong and did not faint. Otherwise, hiring a doctor would be another expense.
When Mrs. Qian regained her composure, she kept mumbling, "Prodigal son, prodigal son..."
Zhuang San was already angry, but now that his mother was still scolding him, he didn't bother to serve her anymore, so he turned around and left.
Zhuang Er had no choice but to surround Old Mrs. Qian in a humble manner, coaxing her not to let the old lady get angry again.
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After sending away the salesman who had taken the goods, Qin Manzhi saw that the filter pulp was almost done, so he gathered all the potato residues together, lit a fire in the stove, and steamed them in a steamer when the steam was running.
She didn't know why she had to steam the potato residue and why she didn't just dry it and store it like last time. It's just that her daughter said so and she did it. No matter whether it was raw or cooked, she could put it in her mouth.
Don't waste it.
On the other side, Zhuang Keqing and Shen Ling had already pulled the mule cart out and headed to the mason's house in the next village.
I went to buy a jar.
There are many earthen jars for holding water at home, but there are no jars suitable for making wine. There are only two that can be used. They also contain pickles and brine, so it is difficult to use them outside.
I'm going to use this from now on, so why not buy more? You really won't use that much, and it won't go bad if you put it outside in a cool place. It will always be useful.
"Aling, haven't I told you what to do yet?"
Zhuang Keqing has been very busy recently, and only now did he remember that he had not revealed any of his thoughts to Shen Ling, and he didn't know if he would be angry.
"It doesn't matter." Shen Ling frowned, but didn't mind, "You just need to do what you want, I believe you."
He turned to look at the girl who was thinking with her head down, paused, and added: "It doesn't matter if you fail, you can try again."
Zhuang Keqing was not worried about whether this thing would work out just now, she was just estimating the number of jars needed, but she didn't expect to hear this from Shen Ling.
The girl tilted her head slightly, and a cheerful smile appeared at the corner of her mouth: "I know A Ling cares about me and forgives me."
"It's great to have you."
The sudden confession made the young man's hand holding the reins tighten instantly. Although his face was still as calm as before, the white fingertips to the gradually pink ear tips revealed the excitement in his heart. reality.
Shortly after noon, the two arrived at the place.
The mason's surname is Lin. He lives in Daxing Village, not far from Mason Lu's house. His craftsmanship is the best in several villages near and far. Anyone who builds a house, lays tiles or burns items in the house likes to come to him.
When I arrived at the bricklayer's house, I saw that the courtyard door was open, and there were several areas inside. Neatly arranged bricks and tiles were laid out in the sun, and some molds and mud balls were placed aside. It seemed that the people were still working just now, and there was no room for the time being. Something left me for a while.
There was no one in the yard, so Zhuang Keqing couldn't just go in, so he just waited outside.
Not long after, a young man came out of the backyard. He looked like he was in his early twenties, and his hands were a little dirty. He saw the mule cart parked outside and the two young men and women beside him. He knew that he was probably here to buy something, so he took the initiative to ask. Said: "What do you want to buy?"
"Do you have a wide-mouth jar?" Zhuang Keqing nodded slightly and asked with a smile.
"Yes, there are three sizes, large and small. How many do you want?" The young man bent down and pulled a wet towel from where the tools were placed to wipe his hands.
"Can you show me something first?"
"Follow me." Throwing the hand towel on the small stool, the young man pointed at Dahei, who was being held by Shen Ling, "The mule cart is coming in, and just tie it to the pillar."
After saying that, he made a sign to follow me and turned into the backyard.
Zhuang Keqing nodded to Shen Ling and followed, leaving the young man alone to bolt the car.
The bricklayer's backyard is very large. There is a large semi-circular kiln on the left. It seems to be burning inside. Before you get close, a wave of heat rushes towards you.
The young man took Zhuang Keqing to the simple shed on the other side. There were many large and small jars, pots, dishes and the like stacked inside. They all looked rustic and without any fancy.
Most of the villages use this kind. Although it is not as exquisite as the ones used by the nobles, it is cheaper and stronger.
Zhuang Keqing walked in, selected five medium-sized jars, and ordered a few smaller earthen jars, saying she wanted all of them.
The big jar makes wine, and the small jar makes fermented bean curd.
Then it’s time to pick up the goods and collect the money.
The young man helped Shen Ling load the jar onto the cart. Then he found hemp rope and fixed it on the mule cart along the mouth of the jar. He worked very carefully.
"Thank you very much. If you need more jars later, I will place an order with you."
Zhuang Keqing said so firmly that the young man was stunned for a moment. After the two young men and women pulled the mule cart and walked away, he muttered: "How many more jars do you want to order? How many pickles do you have to pickle at home?"
Of course, this matter was quickly forgotten by him, and it was not until a large number of jar orders came in that he was reminded of today's events.
We protected the jar all the way back to the village, and it was still light when we got home.
The potato residue has been steamed a long time ago, and the Qinman branches are covered with damp linen cloth to let them cool, lest the surface will dry out.
Zhuang Keqing didn't care about eating anymore. He and Shen Ling washed the jar, boiled hot water and ran it through it. After the jar was a little dry, he went back to the house to get the hard-won distiller's yeast, crushed it and set aside.
There is a layer of potato dregs and a layer of distiller's yeast. One jar should not be filled too full. After all the jars are filled, four jars will be enough.
After putting all the jars into the warehouse, after finishing all the work, I started a small meal for Dahei and thanked him for his hard work today. After that, a few people brought the meal that had been hot to the house.
It was already dark, candles were lit in the center of the dining table, and the family happily enjoyed a simple dinner in the warm yellow light.
"Ke'er, were you making wine just now?"
Qin Manzhi recognized Zhuang Keqing when he took out the wine yeast.
"Yes, mother. Did you know?" Zhuang Keqing didn't expect that mother actually knew how to make wine.
"This wine is made from grain. If we make it, will the government take care of it?"
It turned out that she was not doubting whether her daughter could make wine, but she was worried that if her daughter really made wine, the government would come to investigate.
I have never thought of this!
Zhuang Keqing was a little stupid.
No, this wine is 190% guaranteed to be made, but if it can't be sold, wouldn't all her efforts be in vain?
His chest was pounding, and Zhuang Keqing felt a rare sense of uneasiness and anxiety.
