At present, the materials are very poor, and even if some people have money, they may not be able to buy the items they want.

Sun Xingfu also complied with the policy, only to return to his hometown to open a pickle shop, this year, fresh vegetables in the city are not easy to buy, every meal is indispensable pickles, pickles are very popular, this thing is delicious, under the meal, even the salt is saved, the family is poor, steamed a little nest, a small plate of pickles, is a meal.

Mu Xiu took off the basket, put all the prepared pickles into it, and then carried it and walked into the pickle shop.

"Uncle Sun is early." Mu Xiu said hello.

Sun Xingfu turned around and was very surprised when he saw Mu Xiu, "Mu Xiu? What are you doing here? ”

"Happiness, who is this?" The middle-aged woman standing at the counter asked.

"This is the little girl who rented our father's house, I told you last time." Sun Xingfu finished introducing the middle-aged woman, and then said, "Mu Xiu, this is your Aunt Sun." ”

"Hello Aunt Sun." Mu Xiu immediately screamed sweetly.

Sun Xingfu's wife nodded and said no more.

"Uncle Sun, last time I heard the village party secretary say that you opened a pickle shop, so I made a few pickles for you to taste and see how good my skills are." Mu Xiu's eyes were shining and he looked at Sun Xingfu.

Sun Xingfu's pickle shop has been open for a while, and the sales are okay, but it is just some mustard, salted radish shreds, salted mustard shreds and the like.

There are many people in the county, and there are indeed many people who come to buy every day, but some old customers hope to eat more varieties of pickles during chatting, after all, there are few dishes now and it is not easy to buy, and pickles are cheaper than fresh dishes.

Maybe Mu Xiu's self-recommendation can really bring a different taste.

"Okay, take it out and taste it." Sun Xingfu pointed to the table in the shop and sat down next to him.

Mu Xiu put the jar in his arms on the table, took off the back basket with his free hand, put it aside, and then opened the jar, and suddenly a sour smell came to his nose.

"Uncle Sun, borrow chopsticks and use them." Mu Xiu said.

Sun Xingfu took out a spoon from the side, took out a small bowl, and handed it to Mu Xiu. On weekdays, he has to scoop pickles, and he has a lot of spoons and small bowls.

Mu Xiu scooped a spoonful of sour bamboo shoots from the jar, poured them into a bowl, and handed them to Sun Xingfu.

"This taste, although it smells sour, but this taste doesn't seem to be the sour taste of vinegar, it seems to have a hint of fragrance more than acetic acid." Sun Xingfu sniffed the small bowl first, then raised his chopsticks, sandwiched a bamboo shoot, and looked left and right.

"The color is white and tender, the roots are tender, and the appearance is also good." After finishing speaking, he put it in his mouth and chewed it carefully, "The texture is very crisp, this sour taste is very special, the sour feeling is long and just right, this looks like a bamboo shoot?" After Sun Xingfu swallowed the pickles, he looked at Mu Xiu with a little question.

"Uncle Sun, you are really well-informed, this is indeed a bamboo shoot, I pickled it into a sour bamboo shoot." Mu Xiu replied with a smile.

"What vinegar did you use for this sour taste? At present, vinegar is not cheap, if it is used to make pickles, the cost will be much higher, pickles are originally taken advantage of the cheap before someone buys, if the price is too high, what if it can't be sold? Sun Xingfu asked tentatively.

Mu Xiu smiled when she heard this, and she said in a brisk tone: "But I said, this sour bamboo shoot doesn't use vinegar?" ”

"Didn't use vinegar? So where does this sourness come from? Sun Xingfu asked curiously.

Zhenping County is in the northwest of Huaxia Kingdom, at that time, the traffic information was not developed, like this kind of self-fermented pickles, basically no one has ever seen it, although Sun Xingfu has seen more, but it is only more than ordinary people, Sun Xingfu is also the first time to eat such pickles.

"This is the sour taste of the bamboo shoots fermented by themselves, this fermented pickle is called kimchi, which tastes much better than just pickled with salt, and ah, the moisture can still be maintained, and it tastes more refreshing, and the most important thing is that there is no need for any seasoning, and the cost is cheaper." Mu Xiu said with a smile.

"You're right, just in terms of taste, this kimchi tastes much better than other pickles." Sun Xingfu nodded again and again.

Mu Xiu continued: "The customers faced by ordinary pickles are ordinary people, and it is difficult to get into the hall of elegance. ”

"Yes, this pickle, at best, is just a table dish for ordinary people like us, and the food is a good quality and low price, and it is impossible to expect to make a lot of money by selling pickles, and it is just enough to take care of food and clothing." Sun Xingfu let out a sigh.

"I don't have any way, Uncle Sun, you can try it, duck sour bamboo shoot soup, sour bamboo shoot fish, fried sour bamboo shoots, these dishes taste very good, you can sell them to the canteen or restaurant, let them make soup for cooking, if the restaurant is good, you have to buy from you, this is a long-term deal." Mu Xiu said eloquently, and Sun Xingfu's eyes beside him straightened.

During these days, the policy has loosened a lot, his friend, opened a restaurant in the provincial capital, I heard that the business is very hot, Sun Xingfu also wants to try to open a restaurant, if there are a few special fresh dishes, it will definitely attract a lot of guests.

"Okay, I'll try it first to see how it tastes, but even if this sour bamboo shoot is not made into a dish, it is refreshing and delicious to eat with porridge in the morning." Sun Xingfu said this and smiled, "You little girl, you will definitely not run so far for no reason, give me a taste of this, say, how are you going to sell this sour bamboo shoots?" ”

"Uncle Sun, I knew that I couldn't hide anything from you." Mu Xiu likes to deal with people like Sun Xingfu.

"That's it, a dime a catty, after all, it's a rare thing, not many people can do it, and besides, it's also very hard to peel bamboo shoots." Mu Xiu has inquired all the way over, and now the pickles are 5 cents a catty, her things are rare, and a dime is not expensive.

"This sour bamboo shoot will cost twenty catties first, and I'll see how it sells." Sun Xingfu nodded, the price Mu Xiu said was reasonable.

"I have other pickles here, Uncle Sun, take a look at them too." Mu Xiu asked.

"Okay." Sun Xingfu wanted to see how many pickles Mu Xiu could take out that he hadn't seen before.

As a result, Sun Xingfu was really eye-opening......

Before Mu Xiu came, he took out the bagged pickles in the space, unpacked the bags, and packed them in more than a dozen small jars according to the type, each of which was a pound, like pickled cabbage, spicy dried radish, edamame, sauce eight treasures, spicy dices, mushroom sauce and other ten different pickles were all taken out and placed on a full table, Sun Xingfu's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe it.

"This ...... It's all you!! ”