The fragrance of pickled cucumbers slowly emanated, and the fresh taste was like a spiritual snake, drilling into the nose of the shopkeeper of Rongfu Building.

The shopkeeper of Rongfulou took Pan'er into the building, and directly picked a small table in the lobby against the northwest corner, and the jar was placed on the small table, the shopkeeper of Rongfulou asked Xiao Er to take a pair of clean chopsticks, and took a pickled cucumber from the jar and put it on the porcelain white plate, the color of the pickled cucumber is dark green like jade, and the small dish porcelain white without patterns, it has become the best decoration of the pickled cucumber, the sauce is rich black, the three colors are mixed, and then the smell of fresh fragrance, the shopkeeper can't help but take a bite.

The entrance is slightly salty, but the taste of the cucumber is very crisp, with a smell of chicken soup, so that the shopkeeper of Rongfulou can't help but finish eating one, and want to stretch out the chopsticks again.

Pan'er quickly covered the jar, looked at the shopkeeper of Rongfu Building vigilantly, and muttered in a low voice: "Do you want to buy pickles?" ”

The shopkeeper of Rongfulou is a businessman, even if he wants to eat pickles again, he resists the urge to put down the chopsticks, looks at Pan'er with a smile and says: "Although your pickles are good, but Rongfulou does not accept pickles, if you can sell the recipe, we can consider it." ”

Pan'er is still counting on the pickle recipe to live, now when I hear the shopkeeper of Rongfulou say this, I know that the business probably can't be done, a rod business seems to be good, but it cuts off the future life of the two mothers, Pan'er is not a fool, immediately hugged the pickle jar, turned around to leave, although there is only one restaurant in Rongfulou in the town, but there are many shops and restaurants, Pan'er really doesn't believe that pickles can't be sold.

Seeing that Pan'er was leaving, the shopkeeper of Rongfulou twitched his eyelids, but he didn't expect a little girl to be so old, she was so difficult to speak, and her idea was quite right, he hurriedly shouted, wanting to stop Pan'er, and bought the pickle recipe with fifty taels of silver, the abacus of the shopkeeper of Rongfulou played well, this kind of pickled vegetables tasted delicious, I don't know if it can be used to pickle cucumbers, and it can also be replaced with bamboo shoots and mushrooms, which is also a rare good taste.

Pan'er didn't say anything, her footsteps didn't stop, the people sitting in the hall to eat heard the movement, looking at the shopkeeper of Rongfu Building who wanted to buy pickles so much, and estimated that the jar of pickles could be very delicious.

The price of Pan'er's pickles is not low, a jar costs a tael of silver, but the people who let Rongfulou eat are considered to have a rich family property in Nianhe Town, and they will not be able to afford to eat pickles, not to mention, her jar of pickles is not small, there are a hundred cucumbers in it, and a pickled cucumber is only ten yuan, although it is not cheap, but the practice of this pickled vegetables is complicated, and her spring water is added to it, and it tastes delicious when eaten in the stomach, and even nourishes the body, and Pan'er feels cheap when it is sold for one or two silver.

"It's too expensive." The guest muttered.

"You can buy it separately, one ten-wen, you can try it first......" Pan'er is reluctant to give up this pickle jar, her jar is not much, if someone buys a whole jar, she will have to give the jar to others to hold pickled cucumbers, and she will have to buy it again.

The guest obviously didn't seem to be short of money, and took out ten cents to Pan'er, Pan'er took the chopsticks, took out a pickled cucumber, and didn't leave after receiving the money, standing in place with the jar, watching the guest take a bite of the pickles, his face was full of shock, he was not as treacherous as the shopkeeper, this pickle was delicious, and his face showed it, and there was no intention to hide it.

Putting down the chopsticks, the guest took out a tael of silver from his purse, gave it to Pan'er, and said urgently:

"I want it all!"

Hearing this, Pan'er accepted the silver and smiled beautifully, the little girl's eyes were originally big, but now they were narrowed into a thin slit.

"There are ninety-eight in this jar, and it won't be bad within a month, but you have to eat it early, and the weather will be hot next month, and if you don't eat it quickly, I'm afraid it will change its taste......" As she spoke, Pan'er put the silver in her arms, turned around and left.

Looking at Pan'er's back, the shopkeeper of Rongfulou beat his chest and felt deeply aggrieved, he didn't get the recipe, and let people sell pickles in his restaurant, which really lost his wife and soldiers.

There were also a few middle-aged men sitting at the same table with the guests who bought the pickles, they were all rich families in the town, and when they saw that the brothers who had bought a jar of pickles for a tael of silver, they all felt that this person must have poured water into his brain and damaged his brain, otherwise how could he buy such a precious pickle like a wronged man?

They couldn't help but persuade twice, the guest didn't talk nonsense, the flesh hurt from the jar took out a few pickles, put them into the plate in front of the brother, the remaining three people tasted it, not to taste it, I really think it is a rare good taste, Rongfu Building itself has pickles, a plate of pickles is not cheap, a hundred Wen, but the taste is not as good as the pickled cucumber in front of you.

After tasting the taste, a man with a short beard looked at his old friend with a smile: "My old mother has been suffering from bitterness in her mouth recently, and she has no taste in eating, I think this pickle is good, you share some with me, and I will take it to my mother to taste......"

The smile on the face of the person who bought the pickles slowly converged, revealing a painful look, Guan Xiaoer asked for a porcelain bowl, and the guests counted ten pickles, gave them to the short-bearded man, and then protected the pickle jar, no matter what a few old friends said, they no longer divided these pickles.

Seeing this, the people around couldn't help but be a little curious, the people who often come to Rongfulou to eat are regular customers, and they know that the person who bought the pickles has opened a chess club at home, surnamed Liu, and he is also a greedy person on weekdays, and he doesn't know how delicious the pickles can make him so protective of food.

"Boss Liu, is it really that delicious?" One guest was a little unconvinced.

Boss Liu just wanted to nod, but he held back, shook his head with a serious face, and said a few words with a little disgust, for fear that the side dishes he had just gotten with wine would be so ruined. A few old friends at the same table with him already knew what Boss Liu's temperament was, but they would not be fooled, so they took advantage of this gap to snatch out the pickle jar, took out more than a dozen of them, and ate them all.

Boss Liu looked at his half-empty pickle jar, and screamed in distress, as soon as this appearance came out, everyone knew that he was lying just now, and he might still have some ghost idea in his heart.

Pan'er sold a jar of pickled vegetables, her heart was already happy, she held the silver in her hand, and walked forward along the stalls set up on the street, there were many petty thieves in the town, Pan'er was vigilant and didn't say anything, and she was wearing tattered clothes, but she was not robbed for a while.

In front of a stall selling bottles and cans, Pan'er remembered that there was no jar for pickling vegetables at home, so she bought one directly in this place, and then bought a small porcelain bottle, which can be used to hold spring water, which also saves the trouble when you want to use it.

The town is much more lively than Shiqiao Village, Pan'er remembers that Lin's likes to eat sweets, but because of the poor conditions at home, Lin's has not eaten sweets over the years, although there is some sugar at home, but there is no honey fresh and sweet, Pan'er thought of this, so he went to the shop to buy a jar of honey, this honey is not cheap, it is taken out from the honeycomb in the mountains, not the honey in the beehive, this jar is only the size of Pan'er's palm, it costs a hundred Wen.

However, Lin's health is not good, every day with wild honey plus spring water, with warm water to dissolve, drinking the stomach is definitely better than those medicinal materials, the so-called medicine is not as good as food supplement, it is a medicine three points poison, it is this reason.

In addition to honey, Pan'er also bought some brown sugar, the brown sugar in the town smells sweet, much more fragrant than the Shiqiao Village itself, when making pickles before, the Lin family also disliked the poor quality of the brown sugar sold in Shiqiao Village, and now with this bag, it is estimated that it can be used for a while.

Riding a donkey cart back to Shiqiao Village, Pan'er bought a lot of things and came back.

When the villagers saw Pan'er, she had already jumped out of the donkey cart and was about to leave home.

There is a widow surnamed Niu standing on the side of the road, her face is very good, her face is full of protein, especially the pair of breasts on the chest, bulging and swollen, and the clothes are about to be torn, the widow Niu is only twenty-one this year, and many men in the village are entangled on weekdays, and at this moment she asked with her throat: "Pan'er, why is your family so rich, you actually went to the town to buy things and came back?" ”

"My mother made pickles, and she can sell them for some silver when she gets to the town, and now she buys these things, and they are all clean......"

The people in the village know that Lin's craftsmanship is not bad, before Lin just moved over, made a lot of pickles and snacks, and the surrounding neighbors can sometimes eat them, and then Lin's health is not good, so he has never cooked, and now he makes pickles, and it is not unusual to go to the town to exchange some silver.

Pan'er went home directly, closed the door, Lin chopped up the wild vegetables and fed the chickens, after hearing the movement, he raised his head and stepped forward, took the things from Pan'er's hands, and saw Pan'er buy a jar of honey, he couldn't help but open his mouth and counted: "Although we still have a little silver, but we can't afford you to be so ruined, this jar of honey is less than a few dozen words, our mother and daughter can't even afford to eat......

Pan'er put the things on the table, took Lin's hand, held her mouth, and showed a trace of grievance on her face: "Our mother's health is not good, I bought honey and washed it, and drinking it every day is good for my health, and the pickles you made were sold for one or two silver, which is enough for our mother to chew......"

"So much?" Lin was taken aback, although her skills are good, she has never used pickles to sell for silver, and she didn't expect that a jar of pickles would be so valuable.