The Daily Life of the Daughter of a Minor Official

Chapter 394 Popsicle 1

It's so hot that just walking around for a few steps can make you extremely hot. The once popular manual fans have become popular again. The carpenter's shop is doing very well, but the air is hot and the wind blown out by the fan is still hot. People try their best to Various ways to relieve heat.

If you ask what is the best way to relieve the heat, of course it is ice. Whether it is placed in the room or in water, it is the best way to relieve the heat.

In the summer, if you want to ask what business is the best in Beijing, of course it is ice, but it is also expensive. Only the rich can afford it. Those who can do this business are either rich or expensive. It is not something ordinary people can do, and it is not The average person can afford it.

Su Ruojin took Ning Ning and others to Xishan to see the vegetable fields. When they were working in the footwear shop on the official road, they saw the walkers and vendors stretching their necks from the heat, and some even fell to the ground from heatstroke while walking.

People passing by quickly helped the person up, pinched the person, pinched the person awake, and advised the person to go home quickly, "I will come out to pick up the work later when it is cooler in the evening."

The middle-aged man shook his head, "Who doesn't want to come out in Wanliang, but there are so many people coming out in Wanliang, so it's not our turn to do the job."

Yes, who doesn’t know that it’s hot, but you don’t have to run hard to survive.

Su Ruojin asked Mao Ya to bring a bottle of iced water to the middle-aged man. The man was too polite to take it, so Mao Ya stuffed it into his hand, "Take it, and hurry up and take a rest in the shade."

"Thank you, noble man...Thank you, noble man." The man happily hugged the cool bamboo tube and left.

Su Ruojin looked up, the heat was suffocating and unstoppable.

Su Xiaomei pouted, "It would be great if I had some popsicles to eat."

The weather was extremely hot, and before the Su family had time to make popsicles, Su Sanlang also wanted to eat them, "Sister, let's make more when we get to Xishan."

Cool stick? Whether it is ice storage or ice making, they have been monopolized by the wealthy families, but not the popsicles! In the 1970s and 1980s, many people put quilts in small wooden boxes and dragged them to the streets on bicycles to sell them for ten cents each. Even the poor could occasionally have the luxury of eating one to relieve the heat.

Suddenly, she stood up with an excited expression, "Aning, don't go to Xishan now, let's go back to Beijing."

Ning Ning: "Ah..."

Fan Yanjia, traveling with his wife:…

Su Ruojin happily took Ning Ning's hand, "How about we open a workshop together?"

Ning Ning looked at the middle-aged man who was hiding under the shade of a tree with a bamboo tube, "Ajin wants to sell ice water in a bamboo tube?"

"Uh..." Su Ruojin pretended to be mysterious and said, "Absolutely."

"Do you really want to do it?" Ning Ning reminded her, "Bianjing City sells iced water."

Because the weather is too hot this year and ice is expensive, there are a lot less vendors selling ice water in the market. Rich people have their own ice water and will not buy ice water from vendors. People without money, ice is expensive this year and ice water is relatively expensive. It’s expensive and they can’t part with it, so the ice water business is not very good.

"Yes." Su Ruojin nodded firmly.

Everyone:…

Su Ruojin has always been the backbone of the group, and since she said she wanted to go back, the others had no choice but to follow her back to Beijing.

After returning home, Zhao Lan was going to take leave tomorrow to go to Xishan to find his wife. Unexpectedly, when he entered the bedroom, he saw his little wife, "It's too hot and you can't bear it and you're back?"

Su Ruojin shook her head, and quickly picked up the recipe for making ice with saltpeter, and then took out the recipe for making popsicles, "I want to open a popsicle workshop." So that was it, Zhao Lan smiled and took the recipe for ice and popsicles. , "With my connections, it's not a problem to get saltpeter. How do I sell popsicles and how much does one cost?"

"A penny apiece."

"One penny?" Zhao Lan didn't expect such a rare thing to be sold so cheaply.

Su Ruojin said: "The workshop mainly produces salt water ice. After making it, vendors will go to the villages and alleys to sell it, so that ordinary people can enjoy ice to relieve the heat."

Zhao Lan understood. The little wife wanted to make money, and she also wanted ordinary people to enjoy ice to relieve the heat. Although the popsicles were only a little bit big, they could at least give them a taste of ice to relieve the heat in the hot summer.

He nodded, "What do you need me to do?"

Look, this is the advantage of having a big boss husband. Su Ruojin happily hugged Zhao Lan's neck, "One penny of popsicles can only be made by quantity. Of course, only by quantity can ordinary people enjoy popsicles to cool off the heat. "

If you have power and money, you can be very efficient in doing things. Five days later, the first batch of popsicles went on the market. Many children over ten and under sixteen years old had wooden boxes hanging around their necks, and thirty or fifty popsicles were placed in them. , walking around the streets, "popsicles, one per stick, some salty and some sweet, take a look and taste the popsicles..."

In the streets and alleys, there were salesmen, laborers carrying goods, and children playing at the door. When they heard the word popsicle, they all gathered around the vendor selling popsicles and asked, "What's a penny for a popsicle?"

The tanned young man opened his mouth and smiled, showing his white teeth, "Yes, one penny per penny. Do you want one?"

Although life is difficult this year, the weather is so hot. If you can really buy ice for one penny, it is not a waste of money. So the middle-aged peddler gritted his teeth and took out his hard-earned penny and said, "Bring me one..." He was thinking about it. Choose sweet or salty.

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The young man suggested: "Brother, you spend a lot of energy walking in the streets and you need salt water to replenish your physical strength. It is suitable to eat salt water ice."

The young man spoke eloquently, and the salesman smiled cheerfully and said, "Then just listen to me and get a bottle of salt water ice."

"Okay!" The young man took the article, quickly opened the lid of the wooden box, took out a bottle of cool salt water ice from the quilt and handed it to the salesman.

"Wow, it's a cool breath." The salesman who took the salt water ice was so surprised that he quickly put it into his mouth and took a sip. The melted water slid from his throat to his heart. It was really cool. "Oh my God, it's like a fairy." Such enjoyment.”

Everyone kept staring at him. Suddenly, someone reacted and said, "Give me one like this." This is a man who makes money through his strength.

"I want it too...I want it too..." The man who was about to faint from the heat suddenly regained his energy and spent a penny from the few pennies he finally earned to enjoy the ice that only noble people are entitled to enjoy.

"God, I'm not lying, it's so cool..."

The adults ate to quench their thirst and relieve the heat, and the children also crowded in. "I have a penny, give it to me."

What the boy brought to the children were slightly sweet ones, as well as luxury versions of red beans and mung beans. However, these beans cost two pennies, and some people from relatively good families could afford them. So after a while, the boy’s box contained All fifty have been sold out.

Looking at the sky, he sighed. It was a pity that each vendor could only sell 50 sticks per person per day, but for a child like him, excluding the rent of 5 cents for the wooden box, he could still earn 45 cents, which was already very good.

The young man ran home happily, waiting for tomorrow's business.

Five days later, not only were popsicles sold for one penny in every corner of Bianjing City, but there were popsicle workshops in all the rural counties in the Gyeonggi area. All the workshops sold the same price, salt water and sweet water ice were sold for one penny, and those with beans were two pence. As for the ice cream Such exquisite popsicles can also be sold, but they are only enjoyed by the rich.

The censor held the bullet core folder and didn't move it for a long time. If it was anything else, he really couldn't be sure. But every day, vendors came to the back door of his house to sell popsicles. All the children and servants in the family had eaten them. Damn, one penny for just salt and sugar, two cents for the one with beans, no matter how small it is, it's just ice, isn't it? A penny a penny, and you have to play nuclear weapons. Besides, those half-grown men are running around in the heat every day. They are not worth a penny?