The peasant girl in the apocalypse of natural disaster has space

Chapter 44 Acid Gas
"Tsk tsk, let me try it too!"

"Hey, it's spicy, it's really delicious!"

"Bring me a bowl too!"

"I also want!"

Immediately, two people dressed as scholars paid again. Song Jinyue did not dare to delay and quickly arranged for them.

"It's really delicious!"

After trying it, many people thought it was delicious. Except for some people who can't tolerate spicy food or don't like meaty food, most of them silently praised it.

However, this bowl of noodles is too expensive. For some workers, they really can't bear to spend money. Even if it is reduced by another five cents, they will not be so hesitant.

Song Jinyue had previously observed that although Long'an County is a small county, it is the only way to the royal city and has a large flow of people.
In addition, this place also has fertile land and sufficient water. Although there are not many rich people living in Long'an County, there are still many people who can afford a bowl of noodles, such as the squires and landlords in various towns and cities. Business people and some rich farmers.

Therefore, she was not worried about the problem of not being able to sell the noodles. She only concentrated on cooking the noodles. When the test noodle bowl was empty, she immediately asked Song Haitao to wash it and fill it up again.

Song Hailong and Song Haitao had a lot of work fetching water, lighting fires and washing dishes, but while they were busy, they felt more joy in their hearts. They sold dozens of bowls of noodles this morning, and they all made money!

The three people who were worried about not being able to sell it now looked at the coins in the money basket and were all happy. Among them was a rich businessman with a big belly, and they were rewarded with a coin of broken silver. A coin of broken silver was worth a hundred coins. Make money!

After selling the last two bowls of Malatang, several people counted today's harvest. The brothers were so busy that they were sweating profusely and had no idea how much they had sold.

Song Jinyue, however, had a clear conscience. Excluding the noodles she tasted, she sold a total of 73 bowls. After converting the piece of broken silver into 180 copper plates, she added 370 and a half cents for flour, material costs, rent, taxes, and three people. I made a net profit of more than 600 yuan today.

Of course, they dig the food themselves. If they pay for it themselves, they can earn about [-] cash.

Even though it was only five hundred cash, it was still enough for a few people to be happy for a day. Like them, who worked as part-time workers, they could only get up to one hundred cash a day, but the three of them earned so much after working all morning. It was the first day, and the days had gone by. Once you get a good reputation, you will definitely earn more money.

Several people returned home and couldn't wait to show the money they earned to their families.

“Oh, it’s really sold, and so much has been sold!”

Mrs. Song looked at the three of them in surprise, "Girl Jinyue, you are really good!"

"Grandma, it's okay, it's not all my fault!"

Song Jinyue replied humbly. Seeing the excitement of the whole family, she didn't know whether to cry or laugh. Her family was too easily satisfied!
Three people earned [-] coins a day, which was really a little less. Song Jinyue began to think about how to make a fuss about this.

One bowl of noodles can make five bowls of noodles. No matter how little it is, it won’t work. So it’s better to...

"Jinyue, why is there so much gluten in this side today?"

Song Hailong looked at several pots of cooked noodles and felt something was wrong.

"Second brother, are you stupid? We added more noodles today. The noodles that were 25 kilograms yesterday are [-] kilograms today."

Song Haitao followed Mrs. Song's example and rolled his eyes.

“I know it’s added noodles!”

What Song Hailong was thinking was, even if he added noodles, it wouldn't make so much sense?

"Maybe it has something to do with the texture of the flour!" Song Jinyue said nonchalantly, "It may be a problem with the grinding. Coarse flour will wash out more gluten."

"That's it!"

Song Hailong didn't know anything about washing gluten. He had never heard of this thing before, and he had never seen anyone selling it on the streets. Song Jinyue just took whatever he said.

Seeing that Song Hailong stopped asking, Song Jinyue breathed a sigh of relief. She just wanted to make more money, so she only added one-tenth of the flour. She didn't expect that Song Hailong could see it. Fortunately, she only added three kilograms. It's too much to say.

When she makes Malatang, the noodles are still made from gluten and the dough left over from washing the gluten. The vegetables include wild mushrooms, potato slices and various wild vegetables, all of which are picked in the wild.

Because of the good reputation yesterday, Song Jinyue and the others immediately attracted a large number of people as soon as the soup was cooked today.

"Wait a minute, we're going to make noodles for you right now!"

Still the same as yesterday, Song Jinyue first made a few samples for tasting, and then began to receive money to make things for everyone.

Song Hailong originally thought that he had prepared five more kilograms of noodles today and would have to sell them for a while. Unexpectedly, one hundred bowls of noodles were sold out before noon today, and they had to pack up and return to the village.

In the village, word has spread that the Song family went out to do business. Many people working in the county saw the Song family setting up a stall to sell noodles. As soon as they returned to the village, they loudly shouted about it, making everyone aware of it.

For a time, there was a sour smell everywhere in the village.

Song Jinyue and the other three would attract a lot of attention every day when they went out.

Some people even went to the Yamen to report the Song family's money-making, so that they would not be able to receive relief food.

In fact, after the success of the business the first day, Song Jinyue and others did not go to collect the food.

Because they have earned money, and considering that many people cannot afford to eat, they don’t dig all the wild vegetables now. Sometimes they will buy some, or even take some from people they know.

After the imperial court issued a series of measures, food prices in various places were adjusted again. The price of rice and noodles in Long'an County, where Song Jinyue was located, had dropped to about ten cents.

She secretly checked those noodle restaurants and found that the prices had been adjusted. After discussing with Song Hailong, they finally dropped it to ten cents a bowl. At this rate, many people were willing to pay for it, and they could sell at least two hundred bowls a day. Face, make more money.

“I almost want to rent a place!”

When Song Haitao said this, he secretly observed Song Jinyue's reaction. He had already inquired about several houses yesterday, and the rent was five taels of silver a month.

They earned five taels of silver in two days. In addition, with the establishment of the store, some people who dislike the wind outside and dirty food can also go in and eat. They can also stay in the hotel, so they don't have to be so busy sooner or later.

Song Jinyue didn't answer. The rented stores in the county had a minimum rent of one year. They were afraid that they wouldn't be able to sell them for a long time. Not to mention the issue of winter vegetables, it was just a question of whether to leave or stay when the time comes.

"Hey, Aunt Song, what are you talking about? Since your Jinyue knows how to cook, what's the point of making us a few bowls!"

"We'll provide you with the noodles and vegetables, just help with the cooking!"

"Don't be so petty, they are all from the same village!"

When the few people were far away, they heard the noise in the courtyard, and their colors suddenly changed and they quickened their pace.

(End of this chapter)