The reason why Su Qingluan quoted the asking price of the jam so high was to be able to ensure that even if the total amount of jam production was small, it could generate enough profits.

After all, if it's a "luxury", it can't be a commodity that can be seen everywhere on the bad street, right?

However, Su Qingluan did not plan to use precious jade porcelain as a container for jam, nor did he plan to use famous calligraphy and paintings to decorate and beautify the goods.

Of course, this is not only to reduce manufacturing costs, but because Mu Xingzhi has made it clear that he wants to take over the design of the outer packaging of jam.

Su Qingluan guessed that it was probably some mystery contained in the design.

However, Mu Xingzhi didn't say it, and she didn't ask. Not everything is clear. For Su Qingluan, only her family and at most those lovely villagers can make her worry a little, and other things, as long as they don't affect her family, she has no intention of asking.

Thinking so, Su Qingluan lifted the curtain on the side of the carriage window and looked at the bustling town outside the door—the people in the town were still coming and going, bustling.

However, unlike the summer when everyone wore light clothes and sweated profusely, it was already September, and the clothes and pants on the pedestrians were thicker and warmer to the naked eye. And if it weren't for the warm sun at noon, everyone could breathe out white water vapor when they spoke.

The weather is getting colder.

Su Qingluan looked at the pedestrians who were in a hurry and lost his mind: in this era without any heating and air conditioning, human life is like a mustard. How many lives will be left forever this winter?

It seems that her movements are going to speed up.

A gust of autumn wind poured into the carriage along the window of the carriage, making Su Qingluan shiver. The moment she lowered the curtain of the car, she saw a shop selling spices just outside the door.

Su Qingluan had an idea, and thought of what she was going to eat tonight.

"Little brother who is driving the car!" Su Qingluan patted the carriage of the carriage, "Please stop here for a while, okay?" ”

The driver of Xie Mansion is a real person: "But Mother Zhang asked the little one to send you to the door of the house." ”

Su Qingluan smiled: "I just want to get out of the car to buy some things, little brother, please wait for a while." ”

The little guy who was driving the car nodded when he heard this, jumped out of the carriage first, and took out a stool from the side and put it in the place where he got off the car: "Lady, be careful, step on this stool and get off." ”

Su Qingluan smiled and thanked him, and then went into the shop that sold spices.

Because Su Qingluan often has to make some food with novel taste or his own preferences, he often has to use these various spices that few people will buy in the eyes of Fan Shang.

And only this little girl who doesn't seem to be very old has to buy many kinds every time - there are even a few that only Su Qingluan himself will buy.

For example, today's hemp pepper.

Because all kinds of spices can paralyze the tongue and even the whole mouth when eaten, many times it is not sold as spices, but as anesthetics.

And if you really want to buy medicinal materials, you will go to a special pharmacy to grab medicine, so as a store that sells edible spices, the peppers here are basically unwanted.

Su Qingluan not only bought sesame peppers, but also Sichuan peppercorns and rattan peppers, and bought some of them back - considering the number of people in the family and the two small ones that have been eating more and more recently, Su Qingluan sold a lot of every seasoning.

She is also a frequent customer in the store, so the merchants have gradually become familiar with her. Not only will he spare her a little bit every time, but also tell her how to choose spices.

Su Qingluan listened with a smile all the time, leading to different topics without a trace.

Although the level of this business is two knives, it is very enthusiastic and talkative. Even if the article is not accurate, it is very enthusiastic to work on Amway with different spices.

This kind of enthusiastic and outgoing personality is undoubtedly very easy to get closer to others, and because of this, this businessman is very talkative, and his communication is also broad, and he is also familiar with the small gossip circulated by the vendors.

So Su Qingluan was naturally able to ask some of the things he wanted to know.

For example, the price of coarse salt and refined salt, such as the different prices paid for different types of work by hiring long-term and short-term laborers, such as the cost of transportation from here to different transportation routes across the country.

These small things are not secret information, but they are so mundane that unless they are engaged in related work, not too many people will ask about them very carefully.

Su Qingluan interspersed these questions between the seemingly ordinary gossip chats, and carefully sorted out the information he needed in his mind.

When the spices were almost selected, Su Qingluan also had some preliminary ideas about what he wanted to inquire about.

She nodded to the merchant and got into the carriage again with her big bag and small wraps.

It's still early to come back today, just after noon. During this time period, Su Guangfu and the Yang family naturally couldn't come back with their stalls, but Sun Guixiang, who was already pregnant next door, was holding her waist and listening to Su Xueyan playing crazy in the yard with a smile on the corner of her mouth.

Su Qingluan put down the spices she bought, and went next door to pick up the little girl who was already playing crazy.

Although it was already autumn, Su Xueyan was not particularly thickly dressed, but because of the children's firepower, she had been running crazy in the yard, and at this time, a little face was red and fluttering.

"Aunt Guixiang, it's hard for you to bring this little skin monkey!" Su Qingluan touched her little sister's flushed face and quipped.

The little girl listened to her sister's joke, but she was not happy: "I'm not a leather monkey!" ”

Sun Guixiang was also busy and smiled: "No, no, our three girls are the most well-behaved." ”

When Su Qingluan came back, Sun Guixiang saw that she got off from a very magnificent carriage. Those who can use carriages are certainly not ordinary people.

However, Sun Guixiang is a measured person, and he knows that he shouldn't ask more things, so he pressed the curiosity in his heart and asked, "What is the best food to eat tonight?" Do you have your aunt or mine? ”

In fact, Sun Guixiang's words are also mostly jokes, after all, she is now very obvious, if she easily goes to another house to eat, if everything is as usual, it is fine, if it is launched in advance or something, not to mention that she regrets it, even the neighbors who are pulled in are also a troublesome thing!

Su Qingluan also knew that Sun Guixiang was just jokingly mentioning it, but she still explained seriously: "What I'm going to do today is shabu-shabu, but it's not that kind of clear soup pot, I'm going to make rattan pepper pot today." ”

"Rattan pepper?" Sun Guixiang said curiously, "Is it a spice from Fanbang?" ”

Su Qingluan nodded: "And I will also add some peppercorns and a little dogwood, and I want to fry them in soybean oil to make them fragrant, such a spicy and somewhat greasy ingredient, I'm afraid it's not suitable for you to eat." But ......" Su Qingluan was afraid that Sun Guixiang would be disappointed, so he hurriedly added, "When you give birth to a baby and your body is well, I will make you this rattan pepper pot again!" ”

Sun Guixiang sneered when she heard this: "I just said it casually, is it really like that greedy child who can't forget to eat a little food?" ”

Su Qingluan raised his head and said with some smugness: "The food I cooked with my hands is not an ordinary sight!" ”

Sun Guixiang was stunned for a moment, and then nodded at the tip of Su Qingluan's nose with a smile.

Returning home from next door, Su Qingluan assigned her sister a big character to write today.

Now Su Xueyan has mastered the eight basic strokes of horizontal and vertical skimming, hook and point, although when moving the pen, there will still be some fluttering due to the occasional lack of strength, but after all, it is limited by the lack of wrist strength due to being too young, and as Su Xueyan grows older, this problem will gradually improve.

So, Su Qingluan began to teach her the most basic characters - different from Su Xueyan's own name who was taught first, but really taught from the most basic and most difficult to grasp the single characters.

For example, "wood" is being written right now.

It is precisely because this kind of single-body character has few strokes and simple structure that it is more suitable for laying a foundation. If you master the basic font structure, you will be able to write more complex characters in the future.

And Su Qingluan is not simply teaching how to write, but through the structure of the font, he simply sketches pictures that children can associate faster, helping her sister to read faster.

"Learn those two words today." Su Qingluan put down the brush and let her sister start practicing by herself, "Sister is going to the stove room to make food, if you have something, remember to call me." ”

As usual, Su Qingluan turned around and went to the stove room.

Since there are no chili peppers at the moment, and the various condiments are not so complete, Su Qingluan does not expect to be able to completely make a rattan pepper hot pot comparable to modern ones. But the downgraded alternative version she is making now shouldn't taste bad.

Su Qingluan first poured the soybean oil that had absorbed the smell of beany from various citrus fruits into a large basin, sat the iron pot on the stove, and began to carefully light the hearth.

She knew before that lighting the stove was a technical job, although Yang and Su Guangfu had always done this, but just in case, Su Qingluan still learned this skill with difficulty.

However, after all, it was due to lack of proficiency that it took Su Qingluan half an hour to light one of the stoves, and she herself seemed to have gone down to the coal mine, except for the whites of her eyes and teeth, the whole little face was pitch black.

After washing her face briefly, Su Qingluan didn't care too much about whether her face was completely clean or not—anyway, she was alone in the stove room now—Su Qingluan turned around and began to prepare all the raw materials in turn, and started the most important step, frying the bottom oil.

Because the texture of the ingredients is different, the order in which the flavor can be fried is different, so it is absolutely impossible to put all the spices and side dishes in one go.

For example, the relatively large spices such as ginger cubes and grass fruits can naturally be put into the oil first, while bay leaves, which will be fried in oil casually, should be put later.

With the addition of various onions, ginger and garlic, various Sichuan peppers, peppers, dogwoods, onions and other spices one by one, the pot of hot oil in front of Su Qingluan gradually showed a unique fresh flavor.