Dr. An took advantage of the time to discuss re-prescribing with several other doctors.
Liang Manshan ran back to the city, found the home of a pottery shop owner, and asked about the prices of vats, jars, and pottery pots, as well as the quantity of his inventory.
I hurriedly came back and quoted Yan Laoer.
"Manshan, you are too neat. If you do this, we will all have his big tank."
Let’s order 30 jars and 30 pots each. He has his own craftsmanship, right?
Is there any smaller one? It's about this big." Yan Laoer gestured.
"We don't have the finished product. We should be able to make it. I'll ask again later. If you order so much, can our village buy it?" Liang Manshan was a little worried. It would be a lot of trouble just to transport the dozens of large tanks back. Don't bother to go back.
No one wants it.
"Hey! Man Shan, you really don't live a good life. This big tank is a good thing.
Do you think that light can hold water, make sauce and pickle vegetables? Every household in Guanzhou must prepare it, pickle autumn vegetables and seal it, so that it can be eaten all winter long."
Yan Laoer disliked him for not understanding life and taught him earnestly: "If you listen to me, prepare a few more.
When we harvest the vegetables from the fields, I will teach you how to pickle them. Let’s store more than a dozen jars. What else does Maodong have to worry about? He keeps the fire at home burning every day, eating the vegetables, and then stores some fish and meat. What do you want?
Think about it, what a beautiful day this must be.”
"Oops, I almost forgot. Look where you can find salt in the city. Both coarse and fine salts are available. If it's cheap, I'll buy more. I'll bring you back this time.
Well, there are mountains all over the place. This is quite urgent. I happen to be out of salt at home. Please help me run a trip now. I’ll wait here.”
Yan Laoer simply sat on the ground, planning to wait for his Manshan brothers to run back and forth again.
Liang Manshan was thinking about pickles. He thought it was quite reliable. Compared with Brother Huai'an, he was indeed not very good at living in Guanzhou. Well, he was not very good at living in Guanzhou.
Look at how well Brother Huai'an has adapted.
"What do you want so much salt for?" Yan Huaiwen asked.
Yan Laoer: "Haha! The children in the village went to the reed beach by the river to catch wild ducks, but the ducks were not caught. They picked up a lot of wild duck eggs. Our family got back a lot of them and wanted to pickle the duck eggs.
There are also fish netted in the river. I forgot, you don’t know about this. I didn’t know until I came back that the fishing nets I bought in Yongning City have come in handy. There are people in the village who know how to use them. They provide manpower and our family provides fishing nets.
The catch was shared equally. As soon as I entered the house, my dear fellow, the sun was everywhere.
There are two different tastes between drying the fish and drying it with salt.
And the pickles I just mentioned, you need to use salt everywhere. If you don’t use the ones you use at home, you can bring some to the villagers, but you don’t have to buy more.”
Yan Huaiwen nodded.
He also heard that the winter in Guanzhou was difficult and that a large amount of food needed to be stored during the autumn harvest to survive the winter.
Liang Manshan sighed in his heart, Brother Huai'an really has a plan.
"Brother Huai'an, what you are saying is that you need to buy a few more of these tanks. We have agreed to teach me how to pickle vegetables in autumn."
Liang Manshan looked very serious, he was not just talking, he really wanted to learn.
"Don't worry, I'll teach you and I'll teach you," Yan Laoer promised.
"My family dug a cellar, and I told your old man that I will dig one for your family to store grain and vegetables."
Liang Manshan happily returned to the city to buy salt.
Yan Huaiwen whispered: "Just buy less. Changping and Linhai Mansion will be cheaper."
Yan Laoer nodded to express his understanding.
The closer you are to the sea, the cheaper the salt will naturally be. Of course, it is definitely not official salt.
Official salt is priced uniformly.
In places like theirs, where the emperor is far away, they are basically half-official and half-private, mixed together and sold.
The government officials also turned a blind eye and paid little attention to it.
So the price of salt can also be negotiated.
Several doctors finalized the prescription and sent it over.
Yan Laoer looked through them and found that they were all familiar medicines, so he felt relieved.
He has bought all these medicines, at least he won't be fooled by the price.
When Liang Manshan came back, he brought back a stone of coarse salt and twenty kilograms of refined salt.
One stone is one hundred kilograms, and the two kinds of salt add up to one hundred and twenty kilograms.
In addition to salt, there is also a large vat that Yan Laoer wants.
Liang Manshan smiled and said: "You can take a few back and use them first, and then we can calculate the money together later."
Yan Laoer thought to himself: Is there such a good thing?
Use now, pay later?
But I also know that this is for Liang Manshan's sake, and they are not worried that they will not pay back the debt.
He wanted to say no, because they wanted so much, so they should pay a deposit in advance, but then he thought about it and held it back.
Manshan also has good intentions.
There were four large jars tied up on the oxcart. Yan Lao'er and Qi Si were each holding a jar. The other four jars were wrapped with straw and stuffed at the mouth of the jar, blocking them tightly.
The one hundred and twenty kilograms of salt were placed in the middle of four large vats and covered with several layers of bags.
One thing to say here is that Yan Laoer did not forget the words of his daughter Qian Dingzhuwan and brought back all the bags containing the medicine.
It's right between the tanks.
When they arrived at the village, Yan Laoer was not in a hurry to let Sanbao enter the yard.
Directly at the big stone, place the large vat on the ground, with the jars and jars all arranged.
Come on, show it.
The vat is the largest, followed by the jar, and the clay pot is the smallest.
Put them together to compare the sizes intuitively.
Let me tell you how many copper coins are there and place an order as needed.
Yan Laoer was regretting that his daughter was not here, nor was his eldest nephew or eldest niece, so he had no choice but to go into battle and record it himself, not wanting to catch a glimpse of Liang Fengnian.
"Feng Nian, come quickly. Whoever wants which one and how many want it, please help my uncle remember it."
Liang Fengnian did not doubt that he was there, so he responded and took out the notebook and pen he had brought with him.
Several old men who are resident in Big Rock first commented on it.
"This tank is not as well made as the one in our town."
"You are too old-sighted. Take a closer look. It has nothing to do with craftsmanship. It's a matter of earthliness. It's not detailed. If you don't believe me, just touch it."
"It's true, you have good eyesight."
"It's a few cents cheaper than our place. It just depends on how good it looks and how useful it is."
“The materials used are quite solid.”
"My family has to buy two. One is too few and not enough."
"I also need to buy a jar. Let me see if the bottom is sticky..." Uncle Hu picked up the jar and looked down at it. He stared at it for a while and said, "It's quite thick. It shouldn't burn out."
He planned to use it to stew meat, which was more fragrant than an iron pot.
Brothers Hu Da and Hu Er carry slingshots when they go into the mountains. They can shoot some wild animals almost every day, and their food is one of the best in the village.
Uncle Hu was very wealthy and ordered three large vats, four jars, and four jars.
Village Chief Luo aimed at the big vats and ordered three, plus three jars.
The old men took action one after another.
Those who passed by did not miss it.
Li Xuemei heard the noise outside in the yard and walked out to take a look. Feng Nian seemed to be counting down the numbers.
He is probably familiar with this job.
You don’t even have to raise your eyes to say your name, just pick up the pen and write.
