"Dad, how much did that dendrobium sell for?" As soon as she got home, Xia Cao couldn't help but ask her father in a loud voice. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Xia Muhan took out a few ingots of silver from the placket of his chest. Said slowly: "The white boy of Dendrobium gave out ten taels of silver, and he said that if the roots were not broken, he could add a few more taels of silver." (This ancient caftan is a treasure bag, which can hold anything)

When Xia Cao heard that it was only ten taels of silver, she thought that she could get a hundred taels of silver. However, she didn't understand the medicinal herb market of the Great Qi Dynasty, and she didn't dare to comment nonsense. I just heard that the roots were damaged, otherwise I could have taken a few more taels, and I couldn't help but feel a heartache.

knew that the second brother was so rude and unreliable, so she dug the soil herself. For the few taels of silver that flew away, that little hard work was nothing. That's equivalent to dozens of pounds of pork!

Xia Muhan didn't expect that a small plant was worth as much as the big wild boar he hunted, he just spent the wild boar money yesterday, and now he has earned it again. Even if their steamed bun business is not good, they still have money saved, and their hearts are more stable after all.

Xia Maihe, who was blamed by Xia Cao, was still walking around outside the yard to eat, his kung fu had not been practiced in vain in the past few years, and he was still at ease on the tense food grabbing table, and he still ate with a round stomach.

Xia Cao looked at the bucket of freshly ground soy milk in the house, thinking that she would cook it now for her father and mother to taste, and they might agree to her soy milk business at this time.

Anyway, why does Xia Cao care so much about the soy milk business? In fact, the most important thing has nothing to do with making money, but she is tired of her current five-short body and wants to drink this high-protein soy milk to grow taller.

Although drinking milk can also grow taller, but also be practical, how can this southern Taoli Village be a big cow on the grassland, the village farming milk, she has never drunk it, I don't know how it tastes, I always have a sense of disobedience when I think about it. So she could only hit the idea on this common soy milk.

No one did this soy milk business in the Qi Dynasty, and she could only be a pioneer in soy milk to lead the trend. After all, soy milk has to be drunk fresh every day, only for yourself to drink, and grinding it every day is also troublesome, and it is different to make a business.

I want to do it when I think of it, Xia Cao, a guy with action, instigated his second brother Xia Maihe to come over as a coolie when he went out.

Xia Cao instructed the second brother to first make a small pot of soy milk in the wooden barrel, and then filter it to filter out some of the bean dregs. Then wash the pot and put the filtered soy milk into the pot, because when grinding the soy milk, the summer grass is put in water according to the proportion of making tofu, so now you have to add some more water. Natsukusa prefers sticky, so she puts less water in it.

Then it was the time for the second brother to burn, but Xia Cao was worried that he would turn on the fire and make the soy milk paste, so he stayed aside and urged him to use a simmer, and after the soybean milk boiled, Xia Cao brushed off the slag on it, and asked the second brother to burn it for another five minutes before taking the soy milk off the stove.

The rich thick aroma of soy milk came to his nose, and Xia Cao took a few sips, "Second brother, how is it?" The taste doesn't count! ”

Xia Cao and Xia Maihe worked together to move the pot of soy milk to the main hall, and as soon as the fire went out, the pot was still very hot, so they walked cautiously, for fear that something would go wrong.

In the house, Xia Muhan and Xia Qiaomu were still talking about some details of the steamed bun business, such as where to set up the stall, what time to start, and how much to do in a day? They have to discuss small issues like that. Su Shi listened from the sidelines and did not express an opinion.

"Daddy! Eldest brother! Get out of the way! Carrying the hot soy milk, Xia Cao just stepped into the door and shouted at the people gathered around the table.

As far as the current economic situation of the Xia family is concerned, they have to gather around this lame table when they eat and entertain guests.

"Big brother, where is the caramel you bought yesterday? Where did you put it, I can't find it in the kitchen, this soy milk needs sugar to taste good. As soon as the soy milk was put on the table, Xia Cao came up with the idea of sugar. This plain soy milk is also delicious, but Xia Cao still likes to put some sugar, and the sweet taste is refreshing when it overflows the whole throat.

When he was tidying up things yesterday, Xia Qiaomu was afraid that the little caramel was not enough for the two foodies, so he put it away early, and it was impossible to put it in such an obvious place in the kitchen.

When the eldest brother went back to the room to get the candy, Xia Cao went to the kitchen to bring five bowls, and when she came back again, the eldest brother Xia Qiaomu also sat on the chair with the bag of caramel candy.

"Dad, mother, if you don't like to eat sweet, don't put sugar, drink a bowl directly, taste the taste, and see if it is suitable for steamed buns?" Xia Cao said as he handed over the bowl.

Xia Cao put a piece of Yi sugar in her bowl, didn't dare to put more, first tried the sweetness of this starch candy, and then took a spoon and stirred it thoroughly, the soy milk was still quite hot, so Yi Tang and soy milk were integrated.

"The color is pure white, the taste is sweet, the taste is rich, the cost is not high, and it is good to sell it with buns." Xia Muhan, who took a sip, commented.

Hearing such a high evaluation from his father, Xia Cao also hurriedly took a sip, the fragrant and sweet taste filled the whole mouth, and a warm current flowed from the throat into the stomach, and the whole person was also warm. The taste of this traditional process is stronger than that of the soymilk machine, and the taste is different.

Warmly remove the cold dishes from the big pot of rice just now, and the stomach is also a lot more comfortable. The big pot of rice in this village is a little bad, and when all the dishes are ready, coupled with the nagging of the master and the elders, the first cooked dishes will blow in the cold wind for half an hour, and they will have already cooled down.

"Dad, if the guest packs buns, our soybean milk is not easy to pack." Xia Qiaomu said.

In the face of the eldest brother's attack, Xia Cao said confidently: "We can use a bamboo tube to fill the soy milk, first come to our shop to buy soy milk, we can send a bamboo tube first, and he will come to our shop with the bamboo tube to make soy milk in the future." We can also charge a penny for this bamboo tube in the future. ”

"Sister, that's so troublesome, just how many bamboo tubes we have to make! And it doesn't make money. Xia Maihe was troublesome at first.

"Dad, we can ask the children from the village to come to our house to make bamboo tubes. You cut the bamboo back, cut the segments, and the children who come to help, we can pay them for making five bamboo tubes and one bun. It is also possible to test which of our buns is the most popular. "Xia Cao had already hit this group of people with the idea when she was catching shrimp in the field.

It's spring planting season, and maybe the children are being kicked out of the fields to help. But my bun hasn't opened yet, and many things are not ready. After a few days, it will be ready, and the spring planting will be over. The children in the village also have nothing to do, and they will definitely not be able to resist the temptation of buns when the time comes, and children as big as the second brother are not a problem to make a bamboo tube with ingenuity, and of course Xia Cao does not have the shame of employing child labor.

"Don't be in such a hurry, we can try dozens of them ourselves, let's see how the soy milk business is going first, after all, this soy milk was brought out by Bai Gongzi from the city, and we don't know if we can accept it here?" Xia Muhan still said cautiously.

Her child labor plan was put on hold by her father again, but looking at the speed at which the pot of soy milk bottomed out, Xia Cao felt that her child labor plan would be useful one day.

ps: If there are ten people in the comment area today, they will leave a message tomorrow. Folks, let me know I'm not on a single machine. The feeling of being alone is so painful. It's time to sell all kinds of cuteness and ask for recommendations and collections.