Girlfriend's Fortune

Chapter 218 Chapter 210 Seventh: Sell the first copy

The steward looked at the lightness of the dried chili, so he didn't want to weigh the scales. He bought some and went back to try it out. If it works, he will be praised by the boss, and he will buy it again. Anyway, he has to walk this road at least once a month. of.

Immediately said: "Then follow what the girl said first, and trouble the girl to pretend to settle accounts for me."

They wanted to buy it without saying a word, and they didn't even ask the price. Of course, Song Qiu had to mention the price first.

Doubanjiang is her exclusive secret recipe, not to mention how much trouble it took to make it, and how much rapeseed oil she spent. No one can make this kind of place except her. Rare things are expensive, so they can't be cheap.

Besides, she already has these in her hand, and if they are sold out cheaply, she will have to wait until the red peppers come out next year, so they can't be sold out easily, can they?

The same is true for dried peppers, only six or seven catties can be dried to one catty.

Although the cost of a catty is only a few pennies, but she sells it first. Look around, who else has it except her?
Now that the word has spread, some people have figured out how the dried red peppers are dried in the sun, and there is no red peppers for him, right?
We have to wait until next year!

Song Qiu considered the appropriate price in his heart, to ensure that he would make a lot of money, and said, "So that Uncle knows, this dried chili is fifty Wen a catty, and the bean paste is four hundred Wen a jar, and a jar is five cents." A catty of bean paste."

Take a closer look, it's really not expensive. In the five catties, almost fifty cents of rapeseed oil have been lost, as well as wine and other seasonings.

Anyway, it is not expensive, Song Qiu quoted the price with a calm face, but the old Yuan Shi behind heard it sweating.

This girl, four hundred pennies per pot, isn't that just eighty pennies per catty of bean paste?
Good guy!
Old Yuan felt that people would definitely not buy it, after all, what condiments are so expensive.

The steward here was taken aback when he heard that, the most expensive condiments he had ever bought were prickly ash and star anise, and they were only fifty cents a catty.

Good guy, this bean paste is [-] liters per pot, which is [-] liters per catty, how many dishes can it cook?
Busy thinking about it in his heart, although it is a bit expensive, it is better than being rare. He paused, clapped his hands and said: "Okay! Please call me, girl, we are still in a hurry!"

Song Qiu sees that he still wants to buy it, one is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer, anyway, the manager will not suffer, her bean paste is a good thing.

Because of the fragrance, the stir-fried vegetables are more delicious. In later generations, residents living near the restaurant often come to sell them. Her father's cooking tastes better. People would rather buy theirs than go to the supermarket to buy it.

Her craftsmanship was passed down by her father.

Song Qiu said to wait a moment, then went back.

Some small jars I bought back a few days ago came in handy. I took two scoops of bean paste and filled them with five catties.

In addition, I weighed another ten catties of dried chili peppers. There is nothing left from the ones brought from the inn right now, and I have to bring them from home again tomorrow.

When they came out again, Song Qiu personally settled the accounts with a notebook, and together with the two lunch tables, reported the accounts to the steward.

"Ten catties of dried peppers cost 180 renminbi, two jars of bean paste cost 480 renminbi, and meals cost [-] [-] renminbi for two tables. All together, the total is [-] [-] renminbi."

The steward listened, seeing that the little girl's abacus was useless and let it go, he guessed in his heart that the price was not bad, so he took the money bag to pay the bill.

He took out one or two ingots of broken silver, then hung copper plates four times, counted 89 copper plates, handed them to Cheng Yun, and said: "If you need to come again next time, girl, remember to sell it to me first! "

If this thing is taken back, the response will be very good. I am afraid that many people will inquire about it openly and secretly!Of course he wanted to sell one first this time, so he didn't talk about the price.

Song Qiu didn't give up the price either, and took the silver and copper plates without counting them, and just nodded in agreement.

The steward ate a meal that he had never eaten before, encountered something strange again, and left with his staff satisfied.

Song Qiu didn't know if he would come again, but she made a lot of money after selling the good stuff. She was very happy and didn't care about it.

Anyway, those who know the goods will always come to the door.

When old Yuan saw that the thing was sold, she was also tsk tsk in her heart, thinking that her granddaughter is capable, she can make such a precious thing, and it can be sold for money.

The granddaughter is promising, but unfortunately, the son and daughter-in-law can't see it.

The old man's eyes turned red when he thought of his son and daughter-in-law who died young, and he hurriedly turned his head back to calm down.

As soon as the pedestrians left, two more people entered the door soon, and the inn became lively. With the tea shed outside, it was really a place full of people's voices.

Du Chuanfu hurriedly greeted to order, and then reported the dishes.

Song Qiu tied back his apron and continued to work.

In addition to boiled fish, there are also steamed pork ribs, braised fat intestines, braised pork, lotus root ribs soup, fried lotus root with pickled peppers and other dishes.

After the tables were busy, there were still no ingredients left.

In the middle of the afternoon, there was no one staying in the shop, so Song Qiu thought it would be closed today.

While resting, while waiting for the tea shed to close the stall, there was no one staying in the shop.

Song Qiu asked Mrs. Wang to eat the dinner and tidy up, and asked Du Chuanfu to go back to the village to fetch bean paste and dried chili.

As soon as I got home, I saw Zhang Hugua with a bruised nose and a swollen face sitting in the courtyard of the Zhang family.

Well, it was really badly beaten.

But seeing him baring his teeth and grinning in pain and not forgetting to order Zaohua to wash sweet potatoes for her to eat, Song Qiu didn't feel that he was miserable for a moment, it was because the beating was too light.

Glancing at Ah Ling, Ah Ling raised his neck immediately, blinking his eyes to express his understanding.

Seeing the eyebrows and eyes of the two, Zhang Lihua hurriedly covered her mouth to stop herself from laughing.

Uncle was really beaten up badly.

Old Yuan didn't know, but when he saw Zhang Hugua in such a state, he couldn't help being taken aback: "What's wrong, is it good to send firewood over yesterday?"

Mrs. Deng, who was sitting in the yard with her stone eggs in her arms so that Mrs. Miao could make dinner empty-handed, frowned, "It's said that someone beat you. You say it's fine. If others don't get beaten, it's just him who gets beaten. It’s not stupid to not even see what the other person looks like.”

Saying that, he glared at Zhang Hugua, "I told you to be lazy and run to the town, you should!"

Zhang Hugua gritted his teeth and complained endlessly, "Mother, you see that I am already like this, let me rest for ten days and a half months, don't ask me to collect firewood."

"Who will you beat if you don't want to beat him? Do you still ask my old lady to beat him?" Ever since he knew that this guy listened to his father to buy rat medicine and came back to make trouble for Zhang Yang, accidentally killed Shidan'er, and even kicked Zaohua with a guilty conscience. Deng's heart has no hope for this son.

You can't kill me, but you still want her to be polite?

You are beautiful.

Zhang Hugua shrank his neck, couldn't help but look into the room, didn't listen to his father's movements, so he silently shut his mouth.

Unlucky, I didn't listen to the joke yesterday, and even got beaten up.

Really.

(End of this chapter)