Yu Hang saw that the younger sister's eyes were always on his clothes, his eyes flickered, and he forced a smile: "Well... When I was moving the wood, I accidentally scratched it on the branch..."
"Shouldn't the branches be scraped into triangular cuts? How could they become strips?" Little Stone likes to climb trees, and his clothes are occasionally scratched, he asked with some doubts.
Yu Hang pretended to cough, and said: "I said that the branches are scraped by the branches. Don't talk too much, kid!... Little sister, how is Daddy's leg injury now?"
"Daddy's leg is fine, and he can already walk with crutches. Brother, our family has been separated and the old house has been renovated. If you are not happy staying here, come back with us! Now there is no harsh yelling from grandma at home, and no bitter provocations from my uncle!"
Yu Xiaocao looked at the marks on the cotton-padded clothes that seemed to be left by whips, and thought that every time he came over, his brother would get new wounds, so she decided to take Yu Hang home.
When Yu Hang heard that his family was separated, he finally had a sincere smile on his face, but remembering Zhang Zhang's black heart, naturally he would not let him leave easily. Remembering that the last time another apprentice's family came to lead someone and was required to spend twenty taels of silver before leaving, Yu Hang couldn't help frowning.
Separating the family, his stingy grandma would never give his family much money. This is renovating the house and buying household items. The family must have borrowed a lot from the famine. As the eldest son, it's fine if he can't share the family's worries, but he can't add chaos to the family either!
Resisting the desire to leave, Yu Hang shook his head slowly, and said: "The master in the shop is very nice to me, he has already taught me a lot of carpentry. I want to stay a little longer and learn it With this skill, it’s never too late to go home…”
Yu Xiaocao tried a few more words of persuasion, but Yu Hang bit him to death and refused to leave, so he could only do so temporarily. She stuffed the steamed stuffed bun into her elder brother's hand, counted another fifty Wen and handed it to him, then left silently.
Looking at the backs of his younger siblings as they drifted away on the street, Yu Hang held back tears that filled his cheeks. I hope I can last until the next time I meet my younger siblings...
"Sister, shall we go back now?" Xiao Shitou's mood was not too high, and he seemed to sense something in his little heart.
Xiaocao thought for a while and said, "It's still early, let's go to Zhenxiu Restaurant to see if Master Zhou is here."
When we arrived at Zhenxiulou, the shopkeeper said that his young master went to the capital to preside over the opening of Zhenxiulou's branch, and he didn't even have time for the condiment workshop at the wharf, so he could only leave it to Manager Zhou to keep an eye on.
After coming out of Zhenxiu Building, Yu Xiaocao thought about it, and took her younger brother to the vegetable market to have a look.
If you grow vegetables at home, you must visit the vegetable market. Tanggu's vegetable market, on the most remote street, is called Beishi. In the vegetable market at noon, there were only three or two kittens, and the radishes and cabbages for sale were not that good, obviously they had been stored for the winter.
Yu Xiaocao took her younger brother into a pickle shop, and found that there were very few varieties in it, one kind of black miso sauce that gave off a faint musty smell, one kind of dried radish pickled with salt, and one kind of dried radish without water. La Ha's pickled cabbage...compared to the dozens or twenty kinds of pickled vegetables in the supermarket in the previous life, it was nothing to look at.
Xiaocao rubbed her nose, wondering if she should pickle some pickles and put them here for consignment? However, even if it is to be done, it will not work this year. There are not many cabbage and radishes left at home, and it is not bad to pickle enough for myself.
"Little girl, do you want to buy pickles?" The guy in the pickle shop is a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old. He didn't treat the siblings poorly because of their shabby clothes, and greeted them warmly.
Yu Xiaocao said with a little embarrassment: "I'm here to see if there are pickled cucumbers..."
"Pickled cucumber? Is it also a kind of pickle? Can cucumbers be pickled?" the boy asked modestly, with a hint of excitement in his tone.
This small pickle shop was opened when his mother was around. At that time, mother's skill in making miso and pickles made people from ten miles and eight villages come to buy a pot. But after his mother fell ill and passed away, he only learned how to make a limited number of pickles, and the taste was far inferior to that made by his mother. Gradually, the business in the store declined. Seeing that his mother's hard work was about to be ruined in his own hands, Jiang Yu became very anxious.
"Uh... when the cucumbers are on the market, I'll make some pickled cucumbers and bring them here for you to taste. If you think it's good, I plan to send them to your store for consignment..." Yu Xiaocao smiled and said.
Jiang Yu sighed, and said, "I'm afraid our small shop won't last until then..."
Yu Xiaocao thought for a while and said, "This little brother..."
"My name is Jiang Yu, just call me by my name!" Jiang Yu smiled shyly.
Yu Xiaocao nodded, and continued: "Jiang Yu, I have a few recipes for making pickles, which should taste good... Can you write? I said you write it down, and you can try to make it."
"We are not close relatives, how can we ask for your pickle recipe?... How about this, if the pickles you make sell well, I will give you a share. We have to pay rent and taxes, which is 70% of it. Cheng, I will give you 30% of the net profit. Do you think it is?" Jiang Yu is still a good businessman at a young age.
Yu Xiaocao shook her head slowly, smiled to appease Jiang Yu who was anxious to continue, and said: "You pay for the cost and labor, I just provide a prescription, and I don't need 30% of the profit. In this way Well, let's split it into 20 and 80, and you get eight, just give me two achievements."
Jiang Yu didn't know how her recipe tasted, so he thought in his heart that if the business gets better in the future, let's increase her share. He said: "When my mother was here, she sent me to a private school for a few years. Later... However, it should be good to write a prescription."
In her previous life, she was just a wage earner, and her younger siblings had to pay for teaching and living in school. It was a difficult time for her family. In order to save money, she learned several methods of pickling pickles. The younger siblings all said that the pickles bought outside were not as good as one-tenth of the older sister's skills. Even after graduating from university, working in different cities and getting married, it is inevitable for her to make pickles and send them over.
She asked Jiang Yu to memorize the few she was best at. These pickles are: "spicy dried radish", "spicy radish", "Korean spicy cabbage", "spicy kelp shreds", "wine beans" and "soy beans".
Originally, she was sympathetic to the young man's poor business, and she didn't want his pickle shop to close down. She just wanted to teach him how to do two things to support his facade. Since I also have a share, I made a few more. Fortunately, the seasonings used for making pickles can be found in grocery stores or pharmacies, except for the MSG teenagers who have never heard of them.
Spices such as star anise, fennel, cinnamon, and peppercorns used as seasonings in later generations were sold as medicines in ancient times. After Emperor Taizu and the current emperor ascended the throne, these spices were gradually used for seasoning. The price is not very expensive, but for a family like Xiaocao's who is almost unable to eat, it is considered a luxury to put some oil in the stir-fry, so of course they are not willing to buy it.
Under Jiang Yu's guidance, Xiaocao found a grocery store where she could buy cheap seasonings in a relatively remote area of the vegetable market. At noon, the grocery store was empty, and the shopkeeper with a goatee was sitting on the Eight Immortals chair and dozing.
This grocery store has very few types of daily necessities. There are two large vats in the store. The smells of soy sauce and vinegar emanating from the vats are intertwined, which is really not very pleasant. Against the wall, there is a long table, and on the table are the seasonings that Xiaocao needs to buy in wooden boxes.
"Shopkeeper, how do you sell these spices?" Xiaocao asked anxiously as she touched the old purse in her bosom, which contained more than a hundred coins.
Hearing the voice, the old shopkeeper suddenly raised his head, blinked his sleepy eyes, the goatee moved, and said, "Do you buy the spices individually, or weigh them together?"
"What's the price for buying alone? What's the price for weighing together?" After thinking about it, he asked.
"Single purchase, cinnamon bark 18c a tael, bay leaf 15c, star anise 26c, pepper 20c, fennel 20c." The old shopkeeper glanced at the siblings and suggested, "If you buy a lot, buy a single It is more cost-effective."
Yu Xiaocao bit her lips, smiled embarrassedly, and said, "Then... I should weigh them together, right? I want to weigh one or two first..."
"Okay!" The shopkeeper took a square straw paper, folded a cone-shaped tube, and was about to grab spices in it.
Xiaocao hesitated again and said, "Grandpa the shopkeeper, can I mix the spices myself?" In her previous life, she was in the stewed vegetables business, and she was already familiar with the ratio of the stewed ingredients. Now that her hands are tight, she is reluctant to waste even a little bit of seasoning.
The old shopkeeper hesitated for a moment, glanced at the patched clothes of the siblings, and finally nodded in agreement.
Xiaocao carefully grasps the spices in the wooden box according to the proportion she needs. Seeing that she was not greedy for petty gain, the old shopkeeper only picked out the expensive ones, stroked his beard, and nodded secretly in his heart.
Feeling that the weight was about the same, Xiaocao wrapped the incense and handed it to the old shopkeeper, asking him to weigh it. The old shopkeeper's scale was the kind of small and precise scale in a pharmacy, and the weight that came out was one or two or three renminbi, and the old shopkeeper charged her twenty-five cents.
Xiaocao looked at the two big vats again, and said hesitantly: "Grandpa the shopkeeper, I want to bring some soy sauce and vinegar back, but I don't bring any utensils..."
The old shopkeeper chose two small bamboo tubes from the groceries, and said with a smile: "It's okay, just say 'Grandpa Shopkeeper' to you, I will lend you the utensils. When you come to buy spices next time, just bring them to me. Tell me, How much soy sauce and vinegar do you want?"
It can be seen that these two bamboo tubes should be sold in the store. Soy sauce and vinegar, after being put in, will definitely stain and leave a smell, and they will definitely not be able to sell after use. Xiaocao's heart felt hot.
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Happy New Year, Happy New Year, Happy New Year to everyone...
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