There is a special phenomenon in the area of Sanchuan Town, Jinping County, Nanzhou City, Henan Province, that is, there are temples in villages, but the level of temples in each village is different.

The big temple is almost dedicated to one of the three Qings, Taishang Laojun, the great mercy and compassion of Guanyin Bodhisattva, and the Zhenwu Emperor who suppresses demons and demons. The medium temples are almost dedicated to the Dragon King, Guan Gong, Chenghuang, Hades and other gods who are close to people, and the small temples are dedicated to the land, the god of ceres, the snake god and other small gods and immortals that are closely related to life.

Every year in February, the second dragon rises to the beginning, there are large and medium-sized temples in the village, and the temple fair is held, each village lasts for three days, the continuous temple fair, and the continuous relay to the small man in the twenty-four solar terms, because the time of the whole temple fair is in the spring, so the local people call it the spring fair.

The Spring Festival is also an indispensable part of the daily life of the locals, because in the spring, the villagers who have skills will make farming tools, such as shovels, sickles, hoes, bamboo weaving (utensils larger than baskets), baskets, baskets, dustpans, willow dustpans, thin baskets, straw hats, and robes.

A large number of agricultural household utensils gathered in the village where the temple fair was held, and the villagers went to choose all kinds of production tools they needed.

Villages that hold temple fairs usually invite a big opera to sing for three days.

Therefore, during the Spring Festival, there are also various entertainment and diets such as selling snacks, selling gadgets, fortune tellers, monkey tricks, etc.

As long as you are idle, the nearby villages will go to the temple fair, buy things, and watch the excitement.

The village that Song Qingtian and the three of them went to today was Chenghuangmiao Village, which is 7 miles away from Songhe Village.

The temple fair of the City God Temple is a high-scale temple fair in the local area, so it attracts more villagers to trade and watch the excitement.

The three of them walked all the way, chatting on the way, and unconsciously Song Qingtian talked about why Jiang Xiaoyan wanted to be admitted to an art school.

Jiang Xiaoyan said that she likes to sing, and under the encouragement of Song Qingtian, Jiang Xiaoyan hummed a folk tune in Shuzhong, with beautiful tunes and catchy lyrics, which made people very comfortable to listen to.

Unconsciously, Song Qingtian, who likes to sing, hummed along with her.

Jiang Xiaoyan looked at Song Qingtian with a little surprise: "Qingtian, your voice is so good, it has more flavor than what I sing." ”

Song Qingtian smiled and said, "Hum nonsense." ”

When I arrived at the City God Temple, it was crowded with people, and it was less than two and a half months, and many people were already sweating and wearing single clothes.

The three of them squeezed in the crowd for a long time, and they didn't see anything, but they were sweating.

In response to that sentence, it is better to listen to the scenery than to see the scenery.

Who said that where the scenery is beautiful and lively, just listen to it, but don't go, you just go to see people, people are crowded for a day, and you don't see anything.

The children happily chased after each other, fine beads of sweat appeared on their heads, and when they sat down, their eyes kept staring at the old popsicle seller, and their fingers were in their mouths and kept sucking.

The old popsicle seller bought the goods from Jinping County, put the popsicles into foam boxes, and then put them into wooden boxes, which were wrapped in thick cotton insulation sleeves and covered with thick quilts at the openings.

Scarcity is expensive, and popsicles at that time cost 5 cents each, which was the price of an egg.

Song Qingtian was actually not thirsty, maybe it was nostalgia for childhood memories, he paid for three popsicles, and the onlookers stared at Song Qingtian one by one, drooling greedily, and fantasized that the cold and sweet taste seemed to be eaten in his mouth, which made Song Qingtian embarrassed.

Nibbling on popsicles, Song Qingtian looked at the entire venue, in this era of scarcity of materials, there are very few things to eat, spiced melon seeds, small sugar people, baked cakes, glue cut cakes, are all traditional snacks, and adults also buy some for their children to eat.

Occasionally, there are sugarcane sellers, which are rare in southern Henan Province, and they are all surrounded by children, crying and shouting for adults to buy them for them to eat.

She couldn't help but calculate the rest of the family's money, she had earned 25 yuan by collecting loaches for so long, and she had lost a lot of money in addition to some expenses and the money she had lent.

Now, there is another Jiang Xiaoyan in the family, and it seems that she will not leave anytime soon, the family's expenses will become larger and larger, and the liquor business has not yet started.

If you don't want to make money, I'm afraid you won't be able to repay the 500 yuan that Lu Xin lent to you in a year.

Collecting loaches and selling liquor are both long-term businesses, and if they can be stabilized, they will make money once and for all, but there will be no rapid income.

Song Qingtian needs a quick way to make money, at least pay back Lu Xin's money as soon as possible, and don't pay back other people's money, which is not steady.

The temple fair in Sanchuan Town, which lasted for more than two months, may be an opportunity to make money quickly.

But what do you sell?

There is an old saying in the countryside that it is better to sell rice than to do business all over the place.

This business is not worthy of making money, it is hard work, Song Qingtian thinks about it and thinks it is unrealistic, he can't always open a restaurant and follow the transfer of the temple fair's address, and keep moving, so there is no time and no energy.

Therefore, it is necessary to sell food, but it also needs to save trouble, do not spend a lot of manpower and material resources, and do not toss back and forth.

Song Qingtian began to recall the events of her own childhood in her previous life, to search for the delicious food in her memory, just like the memory of popsicles in these children now.

Suddenly, a cold, sour and slippery taste memory came to mind.

That's the taste of jelly, slippery jelly, poured with vinegar, chili oil, garlic puree, delicious, very suitable for the hot day is suitable for eating, this season to start selling just right.

Make up your mind and get started.

In the afternoon, Song Qingtian and Jiang Xiaoyan went to the town to buy good sweet potato flour, chili pepper, Sichuan pepper, aged vinegar, and two large enamel pots and more than a dozen small black tile bowls.

Back at home, Yang Xiulian began to make cold noodles and tried two bowls first.

Weigh the best sweet potato flour and water in a ratio of 1:7, boil the water in the pot, add water to the good sweet potato flour and stir it evenly in the paste, pour it into the pot of boiling water, in order to prevent bubbles in the pot from affecting the quality of the cold powder, stop the fire, and start stirring constantly, until the white and tender gel in the pot is no longer foaming, then put it out and put it in the container, and then put it in the water and ice.

Jiang Xiaoyan is a native of Sichuan, and she is especially good at preparing chili oil, slowly frying chili peppers and Sichuan peppercorns in slightly hot oil until the spicy taste chokes her nose and the oil color turns an attractive red.

Song Qingtian peeled a bunch of garlic, and then made garlic paste, and added Sanchuan Town's specialty five-spice leaves, the tender green five-spice leaves exude a fragrance, mixed with the white garlic paste, beautiful and smelly.

After it was done, Song Qingtian asked Yang Xiulian: "Mom, do you have sesame seeds at home?" ”

Yang Xiulian was puzzled: "What do you want sesame seeds to do to make cold powder?" ”

"Mom, if you have it at home, you can bring me some, I'll be useful." In the memory of his previous life, every time Song Qingtian went to eat, he found that some dishes were fried and the crushed sesame particles increased the taste, so he thought about adding some to the cold powder.

According to Song Qingtian's statement, Yang Xiulian fried the sesame seeds in the pot until they turned slightly yellow, shoveled them out when they were fragrant, put them on the board, and crushed them with wine bottles, all the way to minced pieces.

Now to start making the cold powder, take out the cool cold powder, wash it with water, cut it into thin strips, put the mashed garlic five-spice leaves, a small amount of salt, aged vinegar, and spicy chili oil together, mix well, and finally sprinkle a thin layer of crushed fried sesame seeds.

The white jelly turns an alluring bright red, the green five-spice leaf fragments are dotted like stars in the red clouds, and the sesame seeds shimmer with an alluring oil.

Jiang Xiaoyan saw the cold powder for the first time, just looking at it and smelling the taste, she felt that her saliva was flowing, and when she took a bite, her mouth was numb, spicy, sour, fresh, fragrant, tender, slippery, and soft, and her taste buds were wrapped in it, and before she had time to chew it carefully, she slid down her throat and into her stomach, and a sense of taste satisfaction immediately rose.

"It's delicious! It smells so good! ”

Song Qingtian also tasted it, it was indeed very delicious, but he felt that the spicy taste was a little heavy, which was different from the popular taste in southern Henan Province, so he reduced the amount of chili oil and made a new bowl.

The taste of the second bowl is just right, which not only conforms to the public taste of Henan Province, but also adds the spicy taste of Sichuan, which is traditional and fresh, and has a unique flavor in it.

Not long after the test was successful, Song Xifeng came, looked at the cold powder made by Song Qingtian and the three of them, tasted it, and couldn't stop praising it.

"Qingtian, are you planning to sell jelly?"

"Yes, when you go to the Spring Festival to sell it, what do you think?"

"It's delicious, and it's definitely going to sell."

It's not good to sell, it's hard to make money, Song Qingtian calculated the cost and set a price.

The best sweet potato flour is 1 piece of 2 pounds, one pound can make 7 pounds of cold powder, the weight of each bowl of cold powder is calculated according to 3 taels and 5, and one pound of cold powder can be basically divided into three bowls.

One pound of sweet potato flour can make 21 bowls of cold noodles.

The cost price of a pound of sweet potato flour is 1 yuan 2, and it is less than 1 cent with various seasonings.

The cost of seasoning is calculated according to 1 cent, the total cost of 21 bowls of cold noodles is 2 yuan 2, and the price of a bowl of cold noodles is about 1 cent and 1 cent.

A bowl of cold noodles sells for 2 cents, which is 1 cent cheaper than a bowl of spicy soup, except for the cost, it is not considered labor, because they are all their own people, and they are idle, and a bowl can almost earn about 9 cents.

Suppose selling 100 bowls a day is 9 yuan, and there are so many people in the Spring Festival, which is a conservative amount.

After selling for three days and 27, it was about to top a worker's salary for a month, and the salary of ordinary workers in that era was more than 30 or 40 yuan.

After this calculation, Song Qingtian felt that this was a good way to accumulate a sum of money quickly.

Immediately, Song Qingtian asked Song Xifeng to find someone to make three simple long tables and seven or eight small stools overnight.

Song Xifeng said: "Do you still need to find someone for this? I remember when my eldest brother was there, he once said that he wanted to make a set of furniture, and the planks were ready and not done, so let my sister-in-law find out, I sawed the planks according to the size, and fixed the wooden strips as stool legs, and pulled two Yangtze River Delta wooden strips on the stool legs, which was trouble-free and stable. ”

Yang Xiulian found planks, sticks and nails from home, Song Xifeng borrowed saws and hammers, and after being busy for two hours, she made them according to Song Qingtian's request.

Although it looks rough, it is very strong, Song Qingtian found some plastic paper and wrapped the tabletop, which looked much cleaner and easier to wipe.

After the three of them were busy, Jiang Xiaoyan didn't know when she had quietly cooked the meal, Song Qingtian thought to herself, she is really a good person, she is not a person waiting to eat and drink, she really didn't take her in vain, and she didn't save her in vain.