What's wrong? ”

"If you don't pick it, it will grow red."

Qian Peiying threw down the soil that fell on her body, and there was a small clay pot in the pepper room.

scooped out a scoop of water from the clay pot, handed it to Song Fusheng, and said with concern: "It's not good to sell, it's not sold?" ”

Song Fusheng took a sip of hot water and swallowed it before saying: "Only dozens of catties were sold in four places, and it was useless to rely on garlic yellow in the early stage, and those bosses didn't dare to stay." Unlike in modern times, if you put it out and sell it, everyone will know what it is, and you don't have to talk nonsense. I don't know anyone here. ”

"You can't teach them how to eat?"

Song Fusheng didn't explain much.

Put down the water scoop, sat on the small bench, rubbed his face with his hands and said:

"It's okay, it's good to be popular.

Raise red, make spicy noodles, spicy hotpot, boiled fish, grilled lamb skewers sprinkled with chili noodles, and then I will kill them.

They don't know each other, and when I get to the light and I personally popularize it to them, they won't believe it, and I have to let them come to me to buy it. ”

After saying that, he went out.

I feel sorry for the fresh peppers he has already picked.

Command the mother-in-law who is in charge of cooking in the stove room, make all those chili peppers into chili sauce, make a jar of cold and store them.

Give Song Fugui money and let Song Fugui go into the village to buy some sauce.

It stands to reason that the miso should be made by yourself, so you don't need to spend money, and you can eat it with confidence.

But when they came, it was already the beginning of November, and they could pickle sauerkraut and store radish pickles, but they couldn't make sauce.

Because after that time, there was no way to eat, there was no sauce block, the sauce had to be harvested beans, fried and cooked and crushed into pieces, put it in the house to dry daily for a few months, and then it could be made in April of the following year, and it would be made for a whole year.

In other words, if they want to eat their own sauce, they won't succeed this year, and they may not succeed next year, because there are no sauce cubes at home, so they can't buy sauce cubes directly, so it's better to buy ready-made sauce directly and go with that effort.

Therefore, this is also the reason why Song Fusheng and Grandpa Song always feel that how much money they earn is not enough.

In life, in all aspects, there are too many places to spend money.

Breaking the family is worth 10,000 yuan, and that's how 10,000 yuan came about.

uprooted from home, you have to buy sauce to eat.

If this is in the hometown, no matter how broken the home is, at least these things are available at home.

Song Fugui took the silver money and dragged the plow, planning to go to the fourth sister-in-law's house to buy sauce.

Song Fugui has planned it, if there is any good thing for their group in the future, if they can make money for others, he will come to the fourth sister-in-law's house first.

"Jinbao, go for a walk with Uncle Fugui?"

"I still have to stand guard."

"Don't stand, who dares to come? How dare the people in the village provoke us now? ”

Grandpa scolded Song Fugui in the back, "You didn't slip away, don't crutch the baby, go by yourself." ”

Song Fusheng stood in front of the room and listened to this, and when he looked back, he happened to see Song Poria holding a pile of white rabbit paper, which was about to be sent to the oven room.

"Haven't you sold it?"

"Ah, the White Rabbit is selling. Dad, what are you standing here looking at? ”

"Nothing, go ahead."

Song Fusheng looked at his daughter's back and thought:

Before, he didn't think it was so great for the old lady and her daughter to open a cake shop.

Now that I think about it, it is not easy to promote a new food that others have never seen little by little.

First, it was sold in a cart, and after a long time, it blossomed everywhere, and the counties received orders.

Later, this opened again.

It doesn't matter if you borrow the light of Lu Pan's third sister, first of all, you have to be able to stand up by yourself. In a very short period of time, it is necessary to support the sales of four stores at the same time.

From only the ancient and birthday cakes, to now, there are dozens of varieties in the oven room of her daughter and her mother, among which only the biscuits are sold slowly, and the rest of the day is in trouble, and the oven does not stop burning day by day.

From white rabbit rolls, doughnuts, towel rings, reunion milk bread, to the current juicer, and chiffon apple cake. The old lady went around collecting apples in various counties, putting apple puree in chiffon cakes, and making apple pies.

He couldn't remember the rest of the snacks, what chives and beef were crispy, what to drink, and he heard that his daughter would go into the city in a few days.

Before the official start of the storytelling broadcast, the staff in the store should be taught to make hamburgers, pizza, sandwiches, and fried chicken.

"Ugh."

Song Fuling didn't go far before she heard a sigh, and looked back at her father as she walked.

Wondering what's going on?

She could have guessed that her father was feeling that she was very powerful.

If she knew, she would have told her father: It's luck, luck, father.

Sometimes, you can't give in to luck, just like her and her at the beginning, all the way is confused.

Never like her father knew how to pave the way for chili peppers when he was selling garlic, and would calculate some things later, their grandparents didn't have it, and they didn't think about anything.

If there is a shortage of people, find someone first, and if there is a shortage of delivery, before they can worry, the old ladies threw off the rags, saying that they would not make a big pot of rice and wanted to do it with them.

Even the bricks that were missing the stove at the beginning were accidentally encountered by picking up the walls of other people's houses.

Until today, three small and one large stores have been opened, and it is as if someone is pushing them behind, step by step, they have been set up there, and they have stumbled all the way to today.

If someone really interviewed Song Fuling and Mrs. Ma one day, did you guess that the ancient nobles would buy your dim sum? The answer is: I don't know. Then who can guess whether people like it or not.

The hawthorn pot helmet and pear blossom cake in the traditional dim sum shop are delicious, but they are delicious to theirs, let's try them too, just in case, all the way to today.

Therefore, compared to her father, Song Lingling still has little experience in trading.

If she knew her father's distress, the only experience she could have to help her father was: "Otherwise, Dad, you can take me or Mi Shou and go out to sell a circle of chili peppers?" If you have us with you, you'll be able to sell it." ”

Life, luck, who can tell.

In the evening, Grandpa Song deliberately came to Song Fusheng's house in advance.

When he entered the house, he asked Song Fusheng: "What's the matter, is it on fire?" Don't get angry, it's a big deal. We don't have more than three hundred taels of silver, don't listen to those boys outside, they don't know, don't you know? ”

Song Fusheng: Those boys outside are what he told.

Grandpa Song emphasized: "It's three hundred and nineteen taels." Three hundred and nineteen wow, Fusheng, even if we keep all the chili peppers in the house and don't sell them, we can have a good winter this winter. They don't recognize chili peppers, they have to recognize garlic, right? There's still some garlic in the nest. ”

"Grandpa, I didn't get angry, I just lay down and thought about things."

"Didn't get on?"

"It's really not hot."

"Fat girl, when is the lecture going tonight?" Grandpa Song held the cigarette pouch and pot in his mouth, threw down Song Fusheng with a smile on his face, and went straight to the fat girl in the inner house.