After Picking Up the Lucky Girl, the Whole Village Became Prosperous

Chapter 59 Golden Ears also have exquisite products

 After harvesting the golden ear, the rest needs to be dried in the sun.

Yingbao also planted some flowers at the old house before, not many, just a hundred, and a hundred snow fungus.

These two hundred flowers are all grown from strains of mutated golden fungus and snow fungus, and the nutrient base is also watered with a small amount of Wudingzhi mixed with pond water, so they grow very well.

Yingbao harvested them and dried them in the sun. In total, he got more than four kilograms of dry golden fungus and more than four kilograms of snow fungus.

She did not intend to sell all the dried mushrooms. Instead, she gave half a catty of golden fungus and half a catty of snow fungus to her grandparents for them to stew and eat.

He also gave Sister Wen half a catty of golden ears.

I kept less than a pound of it myself, and gave the rest to my father, telling him that these were fine gold ears, and would not be sold without ten taels of silver per pound. Snow ears were also fine, and would not be sold without one pound of silver.

 Jiang Sanlang nodded in agreement.

 Then the three brothers went to the county town with Jin Er on their backs and came to Furifeng Trading Company to find Zhou Mao to sell.

When Zhou Mao saw the three brothers carrying golden ears again, he immediately ordered someone to take care of the tea and asked the boy to bring the spoons and weigh them.

This time the golden ears totaled twenty-eight pounds.

Fifteen kilograms of them belong to Jiang Sanlang, Jiang Erlang and Jiang Dalang each have ten kilograms, and Old Man Jiang's share is less, only three kilograms.

After weighing the golden ears, Zhou Mao saw that there were still two baskets on the donkey cart that had not been brought over, so he couldn't help but ask: "Sanlang, what are you..."

 He even doubted whether Jiang Sanlang had transactions with other merchants.

Jiang Sanlang said calmly: "These are our family's fine products. We can't sell them if they don't weigh ten liang or one catty."

"What?" Zhou Mao was a little unhappy, "Are you trying to raise the price?"

Jiang Sanlang shook his head: "If I wanted to raise the price, I wouldn't sell those to you. These are really high-quality products."

Zhou Mao looked at Jiang Sanlang suspiciously, "What exquisite product? You should tell me a thing or two and let me hear it."

Although Jiang Sanlang didn't understand why the little girl must regard these golden ears as exquisite products, since the little girl said so, she has her own reason.

So he said: "Of course it can be said to be high-quality, and I can't explain it, but if Manager Zhou thinks it's expensive, forget it, I can take it to another house. Mr. Li also told me that he wants all of them. "

 Actually, Langzhong Li never told him this. He probably didn’t even use up the several kilograms last year.

Even if Jiang Sanlang is finished, he will not go to him again, because Jiang Sanlang has always been worried about old man Wen.

Zhou Mao frowned, clicked his teeth, and slapped the table: "Okay, okay, give these to me first. If I find you pulling some stunt later, Zhou will chase you to your hometown to ask for an explanation."

 Speaking, he asked the boy to take the basket of golden fungus and snow fungus and weigh it.

Three kilograms of fine gold ear fungus and four kilograms of fine snow fungus, a total of thirty-four taels of silver.

 Jiang Dalang and Jiang Erlang looked at each other.

　　When did the third brother come up with a masterpiece?

The money earned from these few kilograms of high-quality goods is actually more than ten kilograms of mine.

Zhou Mao was actually a little annoyed, but he had to eat this so-called exquisite product.

Jiang Sanlang seems to be an honest and loyal guy, but he is actually very cunning.

If you let his golden ears fall into the hands of others, you will lose more than you gain.

Especially Zhao Kun, the chief executive of the commercial bank, that old boy is insidious and has been coveting the purchase channels of golden ears.

 Fortunately, Jiang Sanlang only recognized himself, and the quantity he supplied each time was not large, so it was inconvenient for the old boy to start.

 Hmph, he will cook some for comparison later. If Jiang San dares to fool him, he must make him look good.

 After getting the money, the Jiang brothers walked back happily.

Jiang Dalang said: "Sanlang, why don't we pool money to buy a mule cart? We borrow it from Uncle Chen's house every time. It's really embarrassing."

  Jiang Sanlang is also considering this matter.

 It is really inconvenient not to have a car at home. From now on, they often travel to and from the county town, and it is really inconvenient to always borrow other people's cars.

 “Let’s go to the mule and horse market.”

“Okay, let’s go to the mule and horse market. Anyway, the money we have together is enough to buy a mule cart.”

 So, the three brothers rushed to the mule and horse market.

When I asked about the price, a strong young mule cost more than thirty taels of silver.

Horses are more expensive, costing forty or fifty taels.

Even a donkey costs about twenty taels.

This does not include the frame. Buying a new frame costs more than a dozen taels.

The three brothers sighed, but they still reluctantly bought a mule and were reluctant to buy a frame.

You can go back and ask someone to build a bicycle frame, which can save a lot of money. There are people in their town who can build bicycle frames, and they can produce good wood at home, and the labor cost is only three or four taels.

 Let’s not mention the three brothers returning home happily with their mules, let’s talk about Zhou Mao.

As soon as the three Jiang brothers left, he called the waiter to cook gold fungus, a little of both kinds.

 After cooking, I tasted the fine golden ear soup first and found that it tasted very fragrant and was indeed different from ordinary golden ear soup.

Zhou Mao was thoughtful, took another sip of the ordinary golden ear soup, clicked his tongue, and shook his head, "It seems to be somewhat interesting."

At this time, Zhao Kun, the chief steward, came over and saw two bowls of golden ear soup on his table. He smiled and said, "Why, did you use it first?"

Zhou Mao rolled his eyes secretly and said with a smile: "I'll give it a try. I just collected some fine golden ears. I have to try to see if it's worth it."

Zhao Kun lifted his robe and sat down aside. He stretched out his hand to take a bowl and smelled it, "Aren't these things all the same? There is no difference between high-quality and high-quality."

Zhou Mao saw that the bowl he was serving was the exquisite one. He immediately took it and said with a smile, "I've already eaten this bowl. You can try the other bowl."

Zhao Kun did not doubt that he was there, picked up another bowl, stirred it with a spoon, and started eating by himself.

This thing is so precious that even if I am a business manager, I would not be willing to buy it and eat it. If I don’t eat it if I don’t eat it for free now.

Zhou Mao also picked up a bowl, touched his increasingly sparse forehead, picked up a spoon and drank it by the spoonful.

Not to mention, after drinking the premium Golden Ear Soup, I just felt refreshed and even my hair felt refreshed.

After the big manager left, Zhou Mao told his boy, "Register all these in the book. The fine ones will be purchased at eleven taels per catty, and the ordinary ones will be the same as before, at three and a half taels per catty."

"Yes." The young man is Zhou Mao's nephew. He runs errands with his uncle and is also considered a confidant of Zhou Mao.

While registering, the young man quietly asked: "Uncle, these fine golden ears are so expensive, how much does our business charge per pound for takeout?"

Zhou Mao picked up the tea cup and drew the foam away, and said with a smile: "Then the price will naturally increase. A rising tide lifts all boats. It's not a problem to sell one tael of fine products for five taels of silver. There are so many rich owners in Fucheng, so this little thing doesn't matter."

 The boy was speechless and glanced at the stewpot.

There is still a little bit left over there. When my uncle leaves, I will try what dozens of taels and a kilogram of stuff taste like.

Zhou Mao crossed his legs and drank two sips of tea, then suddenly stood up.

 The boy was very happy and just waited for his uncle to go out.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Mao walked to the small table, picked up the stew pot, looked at it, and carried it out.

Little guy:…

 Uncle, are you not full?

Still want to wash the pot yourself?

 (End of this chapter)