Reborn Nongmen's little lucky wife

Chapter 112 Price Increase

After leaving the iron shop, Qin Sanlang hesitated for a while, and asked Gu Jinli: "Xiaoyu, what are you doing with these discus? It costs a lot of money. Do Uncle Dashan and Aunt Dashan know about this?"

Gu Jinli looked at Qin Sanlang, the young man's face was only worried, and he didn't mean to blame her for wasting money, so he smiled and said: "Brother Qin, don't worry, my parents know, I told them that I want to order discus Squeeze soybean oil with a hammer."

"Press soybean oil?" Qin Sanlang frowned, not knowing about soybean oil.

"It's the oil squeezed out of soybeans, which can be sold for money." Gu Jinli knew that Qin Sanlang was worried that she would lose everything, so he said, "You don't have to worry that I will lose money. If the soybean oil can't be made, I can still sell the discus iron." The hammer is sold to the iron shop."

Iron can be smelted after melting, so it will not be wasted.And the iron shop is very happy to collect these things. After all, there is no need to go to the Yamen again, which is much more convenient.

Qin Sanlang saw that she had a plan in mind, so he let go of his worries, and the two hurried back to the tofu stand.

Nowadays, in the middle of the day, the business of the tofu stalls is already very good, and they are all people who come to buy tofu with baskets or burdens.

Mrs. Chu and Aunt Tian are frying tofu and bean dregs cakes on an iron plate. Uncle Tian is packing them for guests in yellow paper. Everyone is busy collecting money.

The guest is still urging: "Boss, hurry up, I'm still in a hurry to get to work, remember to add some spicy peppers for me."

People who come to buy tofu include town residents, farmers who come to the town to sell agricultural products, and people who come to the town to work. These workers think that the bean dregs cake is delicious, and those who are willing to buy one or two Come for breakfast.

"Here we come, we'll be here soon." Mrs. Chu responded, turning over the tofu and bean dregs cakes on the iron plate with a small shovel, and after a while put the fried tofu and bean dregs cakes into the basket beside her , Aunt Tian handed it to Uncle Tian to pack.

Gu Jinli hurried to help. They brought an extra iron plate today. She put the washed iron plate on the clay stove borrowed from Xuanhufang, and started to fry tofu and bean dregs cakes.

With a sizzling sound, pour meat oil on the iron plate, wait for white smoke to come out from the iron plate, then put the tofu cut into small pieces and palm-sized bean dregs cakes on the iron plate, and start frying.

After a while, the tofu and bean dregs cake were fried until golden on both sides, and then a handful of seasoning powder was sprinkled on the tofu and bean dregs cake. The hot pepper, this batch of tofu and bean dregs pancakes are ready.

Qin Sanlang came over to help with the packing, and a group of eight people moved quickly. After working for more than half an hour, the number of customers decreased, and they could finally take a breath and not be so busy anymore.

"I'm exhausted." Luo Huiniang was biting the bean cakes and drinking the soy milk she brought from home, almost collapsing on the stool: "I won't come again next time." It's easier to grind the spices at home.

Gu Jinli flipped the tofu and bean dregs cakes with a shovel, intentionally laughing at her: "You said the same thing last time, why don't you just keep doing it."

Luo Huiniang chuckled: "It's interesting to set up a stall after thinking about it."

Although it is tiring to go out of the stall, she can come to the town to play, and she is happy to see people coming and going, so it is impossible not to come.

He asked Gu Jinli again: "Xiaoyu, why did you go there just now?"

"I went to the iron shop and ordered some discus and hammers."

"Discus and hammer?" Luo Huiniang was puzzled, "What do you want those things for?"

"Make oil." Gu Jinli sprinkled seasoning and spices on the tofu and bean dregs cakes, and then fried them for a while, sprinkled with spicy peppers, and then shoveled the tofu and bean dregs cakes into the basket.

Qin Sanlang held a small shovel in one hand, and yellow paper folded into a funnel shape in the other. He shoveled six pieces of tofu into the yellow paper, wrapped them in twos and twos, and handed them to the guests beside him: "Your pan fried Five-spice tofu with spicy peppers."

"Hey, your tofu is getting better and better." The guest took the tofu, sniffed it through the yellow paper, and left satisfied.

"Can discus be used as oil?" Luo Huiniang continued to ask.

"Yes." Gu Jinli took out tofu and raw bean dregs cakes, and continued to fry them on the iron plate.

Luo Huiniang didn't understand these things, but she felt that it was better for a small fish to play discus than to play with snakes, so she didn't ask any more, but finished her food in a hurry and went to get seasoning packets for the guests.

Today is not a market day, but their business is still good. Before noon, the tofu they brought was sold out, and the seasoning and spice packs were sold out half an hour ago.

Many customers who came to buy white tofu did not buy seasoning and spice packs, complained a few words, and could only pick up white tofu and leave angrily.

Aunt Tian flipped through the basket: "The seasoning and spice packets are brought according to the weight of white tofu, why are they sold out?"

The Chu family said: "Don't rummage, it's sold out, and all the food stalls in the town come to us to buy."

The seasonings and spices made by Xiaoyu are so delicious that all the food shops and food stalls in the town rush to buy them. Every time they buy dozens or hundreds of packets at a time.

When Aunt Tian heard this, she hurriedly said, "Then we have to go home and grind the spices quickly, or we won't be able to supply them."

Gu Jinli was helping to clean up the tables and stools, listening to their words.

After a while, they cleaned up the stall and moved their things to Xuanhufang for storage.

Dr. Du was seeing patients. Seeing them coming, he only took the time to say hello to them and started to get busy again.

Eight-year-old Du Xusheng saw Gu Jinli and the others coming, and ran over with his five-year-old sister, shouting crisply: "Grandpa Gu, Uncle Luo, Uncle Tian..."

Shout out to everyone.

The third grandpa smiled and handed them two packs of pan-fried five-spice tofu and bean dregs cakes: "Take it to my sister to eat."

"Thank you, Grandpa Gu." Du Xusheng thanked him, stuffed two packages of things to his sister, and asked her to go back to the backyard to watch the fire of boiling medicine, while he helped move the things. If the big ones couldn't be moved, he helped move the stools , bowls and chopsticks, until all the things are moved.

Xuanhufang was very busy. After they finished moving their things, they didn't want to stay long. They only spoke a few words to the old doctor Wu in the backyard, and then left Xuanhufang to buy soybeans from the grain shop.

"Shopkeeper, bring us three hundred catties of soybeans." Father Luo said to the shopkeeper of the grain shop.

The shopkeeper of the grain store, surnamed Tao, originally looked down on them who fled from the famine, but they have been buying soybeans in the grain shop every day for more than half a month, and each time they bought hundreds of catties, the shopkeeper Tao took them seriously. The first time they came, they were greeted with smiles.

This time was no exception. Hearing Luo's father's words, he hurriedly walked out of the counter with a smile, and said to the clerk, "What are you doing in a daze? Hurry up and get the soybeans for Brother Luo."

"Hey, let's go." The guys hurried to weigh the soybeans.

I thought everything would be as smooth as before, but when paying, shopkeeper Tao said: "Nowadays, food is expensive, and the price of soybeans has risen. From today onwards, it will cost five cents a catty."

Father Luo's face suddenly sank: "Five cents a catty? Why is it so expensive all of a sudden?"

It's nearly double the price.

Shopkeeper Tao said with a smile: "You are fleeing famine, and you know that the Northwest has been drought for more than two years, so there is no harvest. Although these soybeans are unpalatable, they are still food, so the price will naturally rise."

(End of this chapter)