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Chapter 122
It really made Mrs. Xu discover a business opportunity that is relatively less labor-intensive and can make a lot of money.

That is wine.

The wine here is green sweet water, and the rice wine I bought last year is also green.

Xu Tianxin thought to himself: Green Ant New Fermented Wine, Red Clay Small Stove.

When you take a jar of new wine in Kaifeng, you can see that the mouth of the jar is densely packed with wine dross, and it is paired with green water, just like the ants floating in it. Goosebumps come out, and I can finally understand these two sentences.

There is another word called feasting and feasting, which should be how it came about.

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

Sipping carefully, the taste is a bit thick, and the cheaper the wine, the more cloudy it is.

"Toast the family with a glass of dirty wine." Mrs. Xu suddenly picked up the wine bowl and said with a smile.

Xu Youcang was slightly taken aback, he and his niece were sitting on the same side, thinking that his wife was talking to him and his niece, he quickly picked up a bowl of wine that his wife had tasted and touched it.

He doesn't work hard, it's mother who works hard.

The old lady Xu smiled, got up and blocked the camera.

As for the alcohol content, Mrs. Xu tasted wine at four price points, and roughly guessed that it could not keep up with the alcohol content of modern beer.It's no wonder that poetry and bullfighting is something like fighting. The ancients didn't get drunk after drinking a few big bowls.

However, she deliberately asked the store that it wasn’t all dirty wine. Sake is for the nobles and is a special offering. It is equivalent to the status of modern Moutai, and 90.00% of people can’t afford it.

So the shopkeeper didn't even let her open the wine jar to take a look at her because she was wearing patches all over her body.She didn't have the courage to ask for a bowl.It's too expensive. In the words of my granddaughter, a bottle of sake in a gold bottle costs ten thousand dollars, and a bottle is worth one tael of silver. Although this is an exaggeration, it is not far from it.

The business opportunity is that not only is there less sake here, but also the sake is not a high-grade alcohol, and it just so happens that her granddaughter can distill it.

Once you drink that high-grade wine, the wine will burn your throat and make a cracking sound in your throat. Just one sip can make you emotional, which is especially suitable for the north.There are ripples on the Songhua River, whoever doesn't drink is a kid, this wine is only fun to drink in the ice and snow.

Mrs. Xu seems to see the future of the Xu family producing special high-grade wine. Right now, it is too much trouble to make wine by herself. It should be no problem to process and distill it. When the time comes, she can sell it herself and sell it everywhere.

But wine processing needs a long-term plan. At least let the granddaughter draw a picture of the utensils tonight. Taking advantage of the many skilled craftsmen in Fucheng, first make some handy tools and bring them back.

It just so happens that the family still lacks the small millstones used by their women, as well as the ironing bed and sugarcane stool.

It is convenient to press the noodles with a hot pot, which is equivalent to a modern manual noodle machine.

The sugarcane stool is equivalent to a hand-made juicer, which she saw in the kitchen of the restaurant in Yuhuanmen just now.

It's money to buy these again.

Mrs. Xu thought to herself: when the time comes for planting, the family will have to buy some improved tools for farming. Iron is indispensable everywhere. Iron is very expensive here, and the most urgent thing right now is to earn cash as soon as possible.

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

To make Saqima, you need to use honey, caramel, white flour, eggs, cornstarch, oil, sesame seeds, and the green and red silk in mooncakes.

But after searching around, she couldn't find the green silk, so Mrs. Xu bought some candied fruit instead.

She bought more of each ingredient.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. It is also the first time for her to use old noodles to ferment Saqima. I don’t know if she can succeed once.Then there is the third child watching from the side, once it succeeds, I am afraid that it is not good to think that my mother is too good, and if I can't do it well, I can leave it to my granddaughter.

When buying ingredients, Mrs. Xu couldn't help but stop to ask the price when she heard some peddlers selling citrus.

Her granddaughter loves oranges.

But I heard that 25 Wen a catty, even a modern spender like her can't help but click her tongue.

The businessman could speak eloquently, and persuaded Mrs. Xu: "Auntie, it's suitable if you catch up, and you won't be able to eat it when it's cold in the future. 25 Wen is really not expensive, what do you think it is? It was a tribute in the previous dynasty."

Mrs. Xu looked at her granddaughter and said, "Give me ten catties." She didn't get tipping money that night when she was in a nunnery, and she got 250 Wen that night.

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

Seeing the oranges, Mrs. Xu thought of the mochi made with orange juice and glutinous rice flour for her granddaughter. The orange color is bright, and it is not baked in an oven for steaming in a pan. It is not afraid that there are no utensils. It tastes sour, sweet and glutinous. Here There is no such pastry either.

There are two ways to make Shaqima and orange mochi, and you can always exchange more cash.

The business is not good on rainy days, so the hawker will say a few more words. I didn't expect this aunt to dress poorly, and her face looks like arid land without oiling. I really bought it.

For a while, those who picked goods and sold apricots, pears, and even Anluo (mango) in the surrounding area called her: "Auntie, he is a tribute from the previous dynasty, and I am the official tribute from the past few years."

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Mrs. Xu didn't buy any more, she just asked about the places where the fruit sellers frequented.

I heard that the reason why there are so many kinds of fruits in Fucheng is that some big families have their own orchards in Zhuangzi, and the other is that there are many boats docking by the river every morning.Selling everything from ships.

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 for her granddaughter to take home.Buy snacks for the whole winter for the granddaughter at once.

Those that can be preserved for a long time can be eaten slowly in the cellar, and those that are not easy to preserve can be made into jam or fruit skin.

The child is suffering too much, and he can’t go anywhere in winter. He has to eat or not, and has nothing to do, and he has to help the family with various pharmaceuticals, distillation, and work...

Xu Youcang is kind and generous.

As for the old lady who didn't go to sell the condoms properly, but somehow bought a lot of precious ingredients to bring back tonight, he couldn't help asking why.

Xu Youcang has his own philosophy.If you ask everything and care about everything, and you are afraid, can my old lady make Yuhuan noodles and that velvet.

Let the old lady let go of her hands and feet to 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 ones will go into the mouths of the niece and the old lady, and the bad ones will go into his mouths, anyway, they will not be thrown away.Second, the main thing is that he doesn't count, so what's the point of inquiring about it.

Mrs. Xu is not in a hurry to sell the condom. It's not because she is thinking that the pastry will be sold to a brothel in case.I always feel that selling to brothels is more expensive than selling to restaurants and dim sum shops, because there are many types of restaurants and dim sum shops, and it will not affect anything if there are more of them and less of us.The brothel is more curious, especially the orange-colored pastries, and she makes the various shapes cut more beautiful.

On the way, Mrs. Xu let her son and granddaughter eat two oranges, and she didn't want to throw away the orange peels, keeping them for soaking in water after smelling them.

"Third brother, eat two more. It's the first time you've eaten oranges when you grow up so big."

Mrs. Xu persuaded again: "When we go back, our mothers will not be able to eat. For you, Li Zhengshu and those boys, each person can only taste the taste in two pieces, and our mothers can't eat it alone. Eat a few like that."

(End of this chapter)