Yu Hang saw that Xiaomei's eyes were always rolling on his clothes, his eyes flickered, and he squeezed out a smile: "What's that...... When I was moving wood, I accidentally scraped it on a branch......"

"Shouldn't the branches be triangular shaves? How did it become one by one? Little Stone likes to climb trees, and occasionally gets scratched on his clothes, he asked, a little confused.

Yu Hang pretended to cough and said, "What I said about the branches is the branches that are scraped, don't talk too much, children!" …… Little sister, how is Dad's leg injury now? ”

"Daddy's legs are fine, and he can already walk on crutches. Brother, our family has been separated, and the old house of the family has also been renovated, if you are not happy here, go back with us! Now there is no grandmother's mean scolding at home, and I can't hear the uncle's bitter provocation! ”

Yu Xiaocao looked at the marks on the cotton clothes that seemed to be left by the whip, thinking that every time he came over, his brother would add new wounds, so he decided to take Yu Hang home.

When Yu Hang heard that his family had been separated, he finally had a sincere smile on his face, but thinking of the black heart of the shopkeeper Zhang, he naturally wouldn't let him leave easily. Remembering the last time another apprentice's family came to collect someone and was asked to take out twenty taels of silver before leaving, Yu Hang couldn't help frowning.

Divide the family, his grandmother who picks the door will never give much money to his family. This is another renovation of the house, and another purchase of household belongings, and the family must have borrowed a lot of famine. As the eldest son, he can't just share the worries of the family, but he can't add chaos to the family!

Holding back the desire to leave, Yu Hang slowly shook his head and said, "The master in the shop is very good to me, and he has taught me a lot of carpentry." I want to stay a little longer, and when I learn the craft, it's not too late to go home......"

Yu Xiaocao persuaded a few more words, but Yu Hang was reluctant to leave, so he could only do so temporarily. She stuffed the buns she brought into her brother's hand, counted another fifty yuan and handed it to him, and then left silently.

Looking at the backs of his younger brothers and sisters walking away on the street, Yu Hang's forced tears filled his cheeks. I hope I can make it to the next time I see my younger siblings......

"Sister, shall we go back now?" Xiao Shi's mood was not too high, and he seemed to sense something in his little heart.

Xiaocao thought for a while and said, "It's still early, let's go to Zhenyulou to see if Wednesday Shao is there." ”

When he arrived at the Zhen Yu Lou, the big shopkeeper said that his young master went to the capital to preside over the opening of the Zhen Yu Lou branch, and even the spice workshop at the dock had no time to separate, so he could only hand it over to Steward Zhou to keep an eye on.

Coming out of the Zhenyu Building, Yu Xiaocao thought about it, and took his younger brother to the vegetable market to have a look.

If you grow vegetables at home, you must visit the vegetable market. Tanggu's vegetable market, on the most remote street, is called the North Market. In the vegetable market at noon, there are only three or two kittens, and the radish and cabbage sold are not so good, obviously stored for a winter.

Yu Xiaocao dragged his younger brother into a pickle shop, and found that there were few varieties in it, a black and mildewy sauce, a salted and sun-dried dried radish, and a pickled cabbage that did not pull in water...... Compared with the dazzling array of pickles in the supermarket in the previous life, there are more than ten or twenty kinds of pickles, which is simply nothing to look at.

Xiaocao touched her nose and wondered if she should pickle some pickles and put them here for consignment? However, even if you want to do it, it won't work this year, there are not many cabbage radishes left at home, and it's good to be able to pickle enough to eat yourself.

"Little girl, do you want to buy pickles?" The man in the pickle shop was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, and he did not treat the siblings slowly because of their shabby clothes, and greeted them warmly.

Yu Xiaocao said with a little embarrassment: "I'm here to see if there is a ...... with pickled cucumbers."

"Pickled cucumbers? Is it also a pickle? Can cucumbers be pickled too? The young man asked humbly, with a hint of excitement in his tone.

This small pickle shop was opened when his mother was there, and at that time, his mother made sauce and pickles, and all the villages in ten miles and eight villages came to buy a jar. But after his mother fell ill and died, he only learned a limited number of pickles, and the taste was far from what his mother made, and gradually, the business in the store faded. Seeing that his mother's hard work was about to be destroyed in his own hands, Jiang Yu was so anxious that he went straight to the fire.

"Uh...... When the cucumbers are on the market, I'll make some pickled cucumbers and bring them over for you to taste, if you think it's good, I'm going to put them in your store and sell them on consignment......" Yu Xiaocao smiled and said.

Jiang Yu sighed and said, "I'm afraid that our small shop won't last until then......"

Yu Xiaocao thought for a while and said, "This little brother ......"

"My name is Jiang Yu, you can call me by my name directly!" Jiang Yu smiled a little shyly.

Yu Xiaocao nodded and continued: "Jiang Yu, I have a few recipes for making pickles, and the taste should be good...... Do you know how to write? I said you write it down, and you can try it out. ”

"We're not related, why do you want your pickle recipe? …… It's better to make pickles, if they sell well, I'll give you a share. We have to pay rent and pay taxes, which will account for 70% and give you 30% of the net profit. Do you think so? "Jiang Yu is young, but he is also a good businessman.

Yu Xiaocao shook his head slowly, smiled and comforted Jiang Yu, who was anxious to continue, and said, "You have to pay both costs and labor, I just provide a recipe, and I don't need thirty percent of the profit." In this way, let's divide twenty-eight, you take eight, as long as you give me two achievements. ”

Jiang Yu didn't know how her recipe tasted, and thought that if the business was good in the future, she would increase her share. He said: "When my mother was here, she sent me to private school for a few years, and then ...... Still, it should be nice to write a recipe. ”

In her previous life, she was just a working boy, and her younger siblings had to pay for teaching and living in school, and it was a very difficult time for her family. In order to save money, she learned several pickling methods, and her younger siblings said that the pickles bought outside were not as good as one-tenth of the eldest sister's craftsmanship. Even after graduating from college and working in different cities and starting a family, she was inevitably asked to make pickles and send them over.

She asked Jiang Yu to write down the ones she was best at. These pickles are: "Spicy Dried Radish", "Spicy Radish", "Korean Spicy Cabbage", "Spicy Kelp Shredded", "Wine Beans" and "Sauce Beans".

Originally, she sympathized with the teenager's bad business and didn't want his pickle shop to close down, she just wanted to teach him to do two things to support the façade. Since I also have a share, I will get a few more things. Fortunately, the seasoning used to make pickles can be found in grocery stores and pharmacies, except for MSG teenagers who have never heard of it.

Spices such as star anise, fennel, cinnamon, and peppercorns, which were used as seasonings in later generations, were sold as medicines in ancient times. After Emperor Taizu and the current saint ascended the throne, these spices were gradually used for flavoring. The price is not very expensive, but for people like Xiaocaojia who can't even eat rice, it is a luxury to be able to put some oil in stir-frying, so of course they are reluctant to buy it.

Under Jiang Yu's guidance, Xiaocao found the grocery store where cheap spices could be bought in a relatively remote area of the vegetable market. At noon, the grocery store was full of shopkeepers, with goatee inside, sitting on the Eight Immortal chairs and napping.

There are very few types of daily necessities in this grocery store, and there are two large vats in the store, and the smell of soy sauce and vinegar from the jars is intertwined, and it really doesn't smell good. There is a long table against the wall, and in the wooden boxes on the table, there are the spices that Xiaocao needs to buy.

"Shopkeeper, how do you sell these spices?" Xiaocao touched the old purse containing more than 100 yuan in his arms and asked worriedly.

When the old shopkeeper heard the voice, he raised his head suddenly, blinked his sleepy eyes, and his goatee moved, and said, "Do you buy the spices separately, or do you weigh them together?" ”

"What price to buy?" What is the price when weighed together? He thought about it and asked.

"Buy alone, cinnamon 18 wen one tael, bay leaf 15 wen, star anise 26 wen, pepper 20 wen, fennel 20 wen." The old shopkeeper glanced at the sister and brother and suggested, "If you buy a large amount, it is more cost-effective to weigh it alone." ”

Yu Xiaocao bit her lip, smiled embarrassedly, and said, "That...... I'm still worthy to be weighed together, right? I'd like to weigh one or two first......"

"Okay!" The shopkeeper took a square piece of straw paper, folded a cone-shaped tube, and was about to grab the spices into it.

Xiaocao hesitated and spoke again: "Shopkeeper Grandpa, can I make my own spices?" "In her previous life, she was in the business of marinated vegetables, and she was already familiar with the proportion of marinades. Now that she is strapped for money, she is reluctant to waste a little spice.

The old shopkeeper hesitated for a moment, then glanced at the patched clothes of the siblings, and finally nodded in agreement.

Xiaocao carefully grasped the spices in the wooden box according to the proportions she needed. The old shopkeeper saw that she was not greedy for cheapness, so he picked the expensive one, stroked his beard, and nodded secretly in his heart.

Feeling that the weight was almost over, Xiaocao wrapped the notes and handed them to the old shopkeeper for him to weigh them. The old shopkeeper's scale is the kind of very small and accurate scale in the pharmacy, and the weight weighed is one or two or three dollars, and the old shopkeeper received twenty-five yuan from her.

Xiaocao looked at the two vats again, and said hesitantly: "Shopkeeper grandpa, I still want to get some soy sauce and vinegar back, but I don't bring utensils......"

The old shopkeeper chose two small bamboo tubes from the groceries, and said with a smile: "It's okay, just call you 'shopkeeper grandpa', I'll lend you the utensils." Next time I come to buy spices, just send them to me. Say, how much soy sauce and vinegar do you want? ”

It can be seen that these two bamboo tubes should be sold in the store. Soy sauce and vinegar, after being put in, will definitely stain and leave a taste, and after use, it will definitely not be able to sell. Xiaocao's heart is hot.

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Happy New Year, Happy New Year, and I wish you all a good New Year......

It's still a regular release......