Chapter 312: Three catties of pickles

"I want a pound of mustard, a pound of cucumber skin, and a pound of capers, how much is a pound of these?"

"Yo." Hearing Yun Jinshu say this, Mrs. Zhou was shocked.

"Yun Niangzi, why did you buy so much, these are all pickles, how much can you eat for a family of four? Even if it's sauerkraut, you've fried it and eaten it for a short time, what are you doing when you buy so much?

If you really want to eat, you can buy a few taels first, or one of them and go back. Anyway, we are all from the same village, and it is very convenient for you to come and buy after eating, so you don't have to buy so many to go back. ”

"Poof......" Yun Jinshu laughed when he heard Mrs. Zhou's words.

No wonder Mrs. Zhou has been selling sauerkraut for so many years, and her reputation has always been so good, she has always had a conscience in business, and she will never ignore others in order to make money for herself.

"Granny Zhou, you misunderstood, I didn't buy it back to eat it myself. I'm in business, I'm going to sell food at the post station, and I came to you to buy pickles to buy them back to make food. ”

"Ah, I see. That will do, that will do. Then I'll weigh you now. As she spoke, Mrs. Zhou went back to the house, and after a while came out with a scale with a jar.

"Three pounds in total, isn't it? Do you need so much for this little dish? It doesn't matter if you buy less, we are all from the same village, and I won't say that if you buy less, you won't be happy to sell it to you. ”

"Granny Zhou, we went to sell rice today, and we used olive horn to make side dishes. My mother only made 30 bowls of rice, and it was sold out in a short time, so my mother wanted to buy more sauerkraut and go back. Xiaobao said.

"That's right, we went to the post station to sell it, and sold it to those who were in a hurry, and sold it with side dishes, hehe." Niu Niu continued.

Mrs. Zhou was relieved.

"I see. That's fine, just sell it, I'm afraid you'll buy too much sauerkraut and go back. Yun Niangzi, come over and see which mustard you want. Mrs. Zhou opened an altar placed under the eaves, and the fragrance of mustard suddenly wafted out.

"Just find one that weighs about a pound. You can also help me pick cucumber peels and capers, everyone likes to buy them with you, and the sauerkraut you have here must be delicious, so I won't pick them. ”

"Oh, that's okay, I'll pick it out for you." As she spoke, Mrs. Zhou took out a piece of mustard from the jar with chopsticks and put it in the jar hanging on the scale.

"This jar weighs one pound, I'll weigh you two pounds, that's a pound of pickles. Ouch, look, the mustard I picked is just over a pound, and it's a pound for you. ”

"Thank you, Mrs. Zhou."

"You're welcome." After Mrs. Zhou finished speaking, she pierced a hole in the mustard from another jar next to her, strung a hemp rope into it and tied it, and let Yun Jinshu carry it.

Then she went to weigh the pickled cucumber rind and capers. After weighing, he also tied it with hemp rope and handed it to Yun Jinshu.

Before Yun Jinshu took it, the pickled cucumber skin and capers were taken by Xiaobao and Niuniu respectively.

A pound of things, the children can also carry them, and the two children came over to help carry things, so Yun Jinshu didn't want to come back.

"Granny Zhou, how do you calculate this money?"

"Capers are five cents a catty, pickled cucumber skins cost six cents a catty, and mustard uses more salt, which is more expensive, eight cents a catty, a total of nineteen cents."

"Okay, give it." Yun Jinshu counted nineteen yuan from his pocket and gave it to Mrs. Zhou, who happily accepted it.

"Then I wish you a prosperous food business. But I don't know if I should say a few things here. ”