really made Mrs. Xu find a business opportunity that is not so laborious and can make a lot of money.

That's wine.

The wine here is a small green sweet water, and the rice wine from the previous year that I bought was also green.

Xu Tianxin thought to himself: Green ant new brew wine, red clay small stove.

When you open a jar of new wine, you can see that the mouth of the jar is densely packed with wine residue, and then it is accompanied by green water, just like the ants floating in it, and people can see goosebumps coming out, and they can finally understand these two sentences.

There is also a word called bright lights, which should be how it came about.

At this time, Mrs. Xu took her son and granddaughter to sit in the restaurant to rest, bought four bowls of different kinds of wine, and she was tasting them one by one.

When you taste it carefully, the taste is a little thick, and the cheaper the wine, the more cloudy it becomes.

"A glass of turbid wine for the family." Mrs. Xu suddenly picked up the wine bowl and said with a smile.

Xu Youcang was slightly stunned, he and his niece sat on the same side, thinking that the old lady was talking to him and his niece, so he hurriedly picked up a bowl of wine that the old lady had tasted and touched it.

He doesn't work hard, his mother works hard.

Mrs. Xu smiled, got up, and blocked the camera.

As for the degree, Mrs. Xu tasted four prices in a row, and roughly guessed that it could not catch up with the degree of modern beer. No wonder the fighting poems and bullfights are what they do, and the ancients didn't get drunk after drinking a few big bowls.

However, she made a special inquiry with the store and it was not all turbid wine, the sake was drunk by nobles, and it was a special offer, which was equivalent to the status of modern Moutai, and 90% of people could not afford to drink it.

So the shopkeeper looked at her with a patch, and didn't even let her open the wine jar to take a look. She didn't have the courage to say a bowl. It's too expensive, in the words of her granddaughter, the gold bottle of sake is ten thousand, and one bucket is one or two silver, although this word is exaggerated, but it is almost the same.

The business opportunity is that not only is there little sake here, but also the sake is not a high degree of sake, and it just so happens that her eldest granddaughter can distill it.

As soon as you drink that high wine, the wine can burn your throat and there is a cracking sound, and only one sip can make you feel in place, which is especially suitable for the north. The Songhua River ripples, who doesn't drink is the son, this wine is only strong when drunk in the ice and snow.

Mrs. Xu seems to see the scene of the Xu family producing special high-grade liquor in the future, and it is too late to make wine by herself at the moment, so it should be no problem to process and distill, and when the time comes, she can sell it herself, and she can also sell it everywhere.

But wine processing needs to be considered in the long run, at least let the granddaughter draw the utensils tonight, and take advantage of the fact that there are many skilled craftsmen in Fucheng, and make some tools to take back first.

It just so happened that there was a shortage of small grinding discs for their women, as well as a baking bed and a sugar cane stool.

It is convenient to press noodles with a baking bed, which is equivalent to a modern handmade noodle machine.

The sugarcane stool is the equivalent of a handmade juicer, and she saw it in the stove room of the restaurant where she had just sold jade rings.

It's money to buy these things.

Mrs. Xu thought to herself: When the sowing is about to be sown, the family will have to buy some improved tools for farming, and iron is inseparable everywhere, and iron is still very expensive here, so the current thing is to earn cash as soon as possible.

After Mrs. Xu studied the wine here, she didn't dare to delay any longer, and she rested enough, so she hurriedly took her son and granddaughter to buy ingredients that could be exchanged for money now.

To make sakima, you need honey, starch, white flour, eggs, cornstarch, oil, sesame seeds, and the green and red silk in mooncakes.

But after looking around, she didn't see the green and red silk, so Mrs. Xu bought some preserved fruit and candied fruit instead.

She bought a little more for each of her ingredients. Considering that there is no baking powder here, she needs to go to the inn to buy a piece of old noodles (old fat) instead, and she is also the first time to use old noodles to ferment Saqima, I don't know if she can succeed at one time. There is the third child watching from the side, once it is successful, I am afraid that it will be too good to think that the old lady is too powerful, and if you can't do it, you can leave it for your granddaughter to eat.

When buying ingredients, Mrs. Xu heard that there were citrus sellers who picked up goods, and couldn't help but stop and ask the price.

Her granddaughter loves oranges.

can hear that twenty-five wen is a pound, and she can't help but smack her tongue even if she is used to spending money in modern times.

The dealer can speak well and persuade the old lady: "Auntie, it's appropriate to catch up, and you won't be able to eat in the cold weather in the future." Twenty-five is really not expensive, what should you think of it? This was a tribute in the previous dynasty. ”

Mrs. Xu looked at her granddaughter: "Give me ten catties." "Just as if the nunnery didn't get a reward that night, I got two hundred and fifty wen that night.

And you can't eat all ten catties of oranges.

When Mrs. Xu saw the oranges, she remembered to give her granddaughter the mochi made with orange juice and glutinous rice flour, the orange yellow color is bright, and the steaming is not baked in the oven, I am not afraid of no utensils, and it tastes sweet and sour, and there is no such pastry here.

Shaqima and orange mochi are always exchanged for more cash.

Business is not good on rainy days, and the hawker will say a few more words, but I didn't expect this aunt to be dressed badly, and her face is not rubbed with oil like arid land, so she really bought it.

For a while, those who sold apricots, pears and fruits, and even Anluo (mangoes) all called her: "Auntie, he is a tribute from the previous dynasty, and I am a tribute from the Eight Classics of the previous years." ”

Co-authored in modern times, we click to show off tribute.

Mrs. Xu didn't buy any more, but only inquired about the places where fruit sellers often haunted.

I heard that the reason why there are many kinds of fruits in Fucheng is that there are large families with Zhuangzi orchards, and second, there are many boats docking by the river every morning. Ship goods and sell everything.

Mrs. Xu had already planned in her heart that the day before leaving Fucheng, she would go to the river to buy fruits, not only oranges, but also a few more things for her granddaughter to take back to eat. Buy your granddaughter snacks for the whole winter at once.

If it can be stored for a long time, it will be put in the cellar and eaten slowly, and if it is not good to preserve, it will be made into jam or fruit dan peel.

The child is so bitter that he can't go anywhere in winter, he has to eat or not, he has nothing to eat, and he has to help the family with all kinds of pharmaceuticals, distillation, and work......

Xu Youcang is a little good and has a wide heart.

For the old lady not to sell the set well, but tonight she inexplicably bought a lot of expensive ingredients and brought them back, he couldn't help but ask why.

Xu Youcang has his own philosophy. If you ask everything and care about everything, you are afraid, can the old lady make a jade ring and that velvet.

Let the old lady let go of her hands and feet and move forward boldly, try more, see more, and buy whatever she wants. After all, the food will not be spoiled in the end, the delicious food will enter the mouth of the niece and the old lady, and the bad food will enter his mouth, and he will not throw it anyway. Second, he didn't say anything about it, so what else was there to ask.

Mrs. Xu didn't rush to sell the set, this was not thinking, that pastry would be sold to Qinglou in case. I always feel that selling to Qinglou is more expensive than selling to restaurants and dim sum shops, because there are many kinds of restaurants and dim sum shops, and more of us and less of us will not affect anything. Qinglou is more curious, especially the orange-colored pastries, and she gives the various shapes she cuts to look better.

When she was on the road, Mrs. Xu asked her son and granddaughter to eat two oranges alone, and the orange peel was not willing to throw it away, so she kept it to smell and soak in water.

"The third child, you eat two more, you grow so big, you eat oranges for the first time."

Mrs. Xu persuaded again: "When I go back, my mother won't be able to eat." For Uncle Li Zheng and those boys, one person can only taste two petals, and our mother can't eat a few like that. ”

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