Ji Xiaogongzi and the dumb man came back from picking apricot blossoms, and also helped Su Cao and Shen Yue'e clean the vacant house.

There is strength in numbers!

It was supposed to be a day's cleaning of the warehouse, but so many helpers completed it in one morning.

To thank them for their help, Su Cao made a meal of rice balls.

The rice is steamed, salt, sugar, vinegar is added, and some apricot blossom petals are sprinkled, and then kneaded into the shape of various small animals.

The same is rice, the rice balls made of Su grass taste sweet and sour, and the children cheered.

Waiting for the apricot blossom petals they helped to pick to dry, Su Cao moved two jars and plunged into the stove room, and after a while, the fragrance of steamed glutinous rice wafted far away.

Ji Xiaogongzi, who helped to peel the shells of bamboo shoots, looked at the stove room from time to time.

Shen Yue'e couldn't help laughing: "The grass is not making good food, it is making wine." ”

Halfway through, Su Cao came out and picked up a load of water, and the door of the small stove room was kept closed.

Until the sun was setting, the door creaked.

Shen Yue, who was waiting outside, nervously greeted her: "Cao'er, is it done?" ”

"I've used all the things you brought."

Su Cao was tired: "The altar has been sealed, whether it can brew that taste will not be known until ten days later." ”

promised to hand over the two jars of sour bamboo shoots to the grocery store Qian Dong's family, Su Cao and Shen Yue'e were so busy that they had to let Shen Yuning take them with them when they went to Mingzhu Town Academy.

The feedback from the Qian Dongjia was very good, and the next day he sent Shen Yufu to let Uncle Shen, who was rocking the boat, bring one hundred and seventy sour bamboo shoots to Xinghua Village, and let him bring a message, saying that he would send a few more jars of sour bamboo shoots to Mingzhu Town as soon as possible.

asked Shen Cripple to help bring a few jars to sell, but the sour bamboo shoots brewed at the back have not been pickled.

The money shopkeeper was in a hurry, and Su Cao was no longer satisfied with only accepting the fresh bamboo shoots dug up by the children in the village, so Shen Yue'e used his father's name to release words in the village and Lincun, saying that the bamboo shoots dug up were sent to Changqingguan and accepted.

There are many people who send bamboo shoots, from soaking dozens of catties of bamboo shoots every day at the beginning, and gradually increasing to 200 catties a day.

Ten days later, there were not enough jars and jars, and Lincun sent another batch over.

Su Cao estimated that when this batch of sour bamboo shoots was pickled in a few days, no matter how much the grocery store shipped, it would not be able to swallow their current volume.

In order to avoid overstocking, it is necessary to expand the sales channels before the bamboo shoots are soaked.

Before going to Mingzhu Town, Su Cao did not forget what he promised Shen Yufu.

Unveiling the apricot blossom wine brewed more than ten days ago, a rich aroma of wine came to the nose, and the fermented fermented liquor was poured into the brewing equipment that Shen Yue'e secretly took up the mountain to distill, and the apricot blossom wine obtained was clear and translucent.

"It smells more fragrant than my wine."

Shen Yue'e looked at Su Cao's eyes with stars, and she was so excited that she almost spoke incoherently: "Cao'er, pour me a cup and taste it." ”

Su Cao poured a glass of wine and was about to hand it to Shen Yue, when the door of the stove room was knocked open from the outside.

The Taoist snort sharply, smiled and asked, "Where does the smell of wine come from?" The old way will be drooling. ”

What a dog's nose!

Her scumbag father and the chief of Xiaoyao are like-minded because of their wine talents, and when it comes to wine tasting, they are still old Taoists.

Su Cao handed the wine that was about to be handed to Shen Yue'e and handed it to Daoist Xiaoyao: "My newly brewed apricot blossom wine, Daoist will taste it." ”

The chief of the Xiaoyao Dao took a deep sniff of the wine, and after a glass of wine, he opened his eyes wide and did not speak.

Shen Yue'e died in a hurry: "Dao Chief, is this wine okay?" You have something to say! ”