Over the next few days, the pungent smell of chili peppers came from the kitchen from time to time.
"Cough cough cough..."
The whole family ran out one after another.
Even the little yellow dog was so choked that he ran out of the yard, rubbing himself against Xiaobao's legs and whimpering.
Shen Qingyu announced during dinner: "There's a big market tomorrow, and I'm going to sell glutinous rice tomorrow."
When everyone heard this, they felt relieved.
Finally here!
Dabao was worried: "Mom, if you start making glutinous rice, will you have to fry spicy peppers at home every day?"
Shen Qingyu laughed dryly: "No, frying it once will last a long time."
Feeling a little guilty, but not much.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief again.
The glutinous rice is steamed, and various ingredients are prepared and packed in several jars.
Shen Qingyu put the cart on the cart one by one, and the three little ones also got up after hearing the sound. Seeing their mother busy, they were very worried.
This is a business...can you do it, mother?
What if I can’t sell it?
The family watched Shen Qingyu put everything on the donkey cart. Xiao Yunqi couldn't help but ask: "From now on, if you go to sell glutinous rice, will I deliver it to you in the donkey cart every day?"
We all started with a thousand taels of silver. When did we ever do such a small business?
Shen Qingyu turned around and smiled in his busy schedule: "No need, I will drive the donkey cart myself."
Can she drive a donkey cart?
Everyone couldn't believe it.
Shen Qingyu raised his whip, but did not lower it, and looked at the people in the yard.
Xiao Yunqi pursed his lips and walked towards the donkey cart: It still doesn't work, you still need me to deliver it.
Xiaobao thought that Shen Qingyu was afraid that the donkey would be disobedient, so he educated the thin donkey in a coquettish voice: "Little hungry boy, you have to listen to my mother, do you understand?"
Skinny Donkey: "Ah hungry! Hungry!"
Shen Qingyu didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "There is breakfast in the pot. You listen to my cousin. I will buy you pens, ink, paper and inkstones in a while, so you can learn to read and read from your cousin."
The three little ones nodded obediently.
Erbao: "Mom, be careful."
Xiaobao: "Mom, please come back soon."
Dabao: "It doesn't matter if you can't sell it. We can eat it ourselves. The glutinous rice is delicious."
You are so filial.
Shen Qingyu flicked his whip beautifully: "Let's go..."
The donkey cart clattered away.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
When did she learn to drive a donkey cart?
Is it when you are not at home again?
Xiao Yunqi found that he understood Shen Qingyu less and less.
After walking to a deserted place, Shen Qingyu put various condiments and hot glutinous rice into the space warehouse, leaving only an empty bucket on the cart to hide from others.
Three of the same wooden barrels were placed in the warehouse, and they were full of about two hundred kilograms of glutinous rice.
The town is already bustling with people.
As soon as Shen Qingyu entered the town, the donkey cart could no longer move.
If you can't walk any further, just set up a stall on the same spot.
Shen Qingyu opened the lid of the wooden barrel directly on the cart, first took out various jars of condiments from the wooden barrel (space warehouse), and then put the glutinous rice into the wooden barrel.
The glutinous rice steamed with lard begins to give off an attractive aroma.
People going to the market looked over and swallowed involuntarily.
Shen Qingyu looked at the crowd around him, cleared his throat, and shouted: "What about minced meat, sauerkraut and glutinous rice? It costs ten cents each! It tastes good when it's full..."
Ten cents each?
And minced meat?
A bowl of vegetarian rice noodles costs ten cents!
Many people going to the market had not eaten breakfast and gathered around him one after another.
Shen Qingyu, who was standing on the trolley, had smiling eyes and a chubby face that was rosy and fair, making people feel friendly just looking at him.
"Little lady, do you want to give it a try?" Shen Qingyu looked at a little girl who had already put her hand on her purse.
The little girl looked at Shen Qingyu's hearty smiling face and felt close to her. She couldn't help but lean over and said, "Okay, give me a taste."
Shen Qingyu quickly picked up a small rice bowl, put a piece of oil paper in it, and put glutinous rice into the oil paper bowl. She put two spoons of rice on it and the bowl was full. She then neatly put minced meat on top of the glutinous rice with a spoon.
Pickled cabbage foam, crispy chips...
"Do you like spicy food, little lady?" Shen Qingyu asked with a smile.
"Ah? Eat!" the little lady replied with a blushing face.
Shen Qingyu added two spoons of glutinous rice to it again, and finally added a small spoonful of chili oil.
Seeing the glutinous rice rising to the top, this is a big bowl of rice!
This is as filling as a tube of rice noodles.
In full view of everyone, Shen Qingyu wrapped the glutinous rice in oil paper, squeezed it tightly, and handed it to the young lady: "Here, your glutinous rice."
The little girl took the glutinous rice, opened the wrapping paper and took a bite. The "crunch" of the crispy chips made the eyes of everyone around them brighten up!
The next second, the little lady nodded wildly: "It's delicious! It's really delicious..."
There are minced meat, sauerkraut, crispy chips... and you're still full!
How could the onlookers who had witnessed Shen Qingyu's operations with their own eyes hold back? They handed over coins one after another.
"Mine! I want one!"
"I want two..."
"My...my..."
When Shen Qingyu saw that there were so many people, it was going to be chaotic, so she quickly reminded: "Come one by one, everyone will line up."
Counting money, making sticky rice, asking if I want chili...
Shen Qingyu seemed to have become a money-making machine, constantly repeating simple actions and words.
She put the copper plates into the special satchel around her waist. Seeing that there were more than a hundred copper plates, she put some into the space warehouse.
Seeing that the glutinous rice was about to bottom out, Shen Qingyu took out some glutinous rice from the space and put it into the wooden barrel.
After all the people in line in front of him had finished buying, Shen Qingyu discovered that one of the barrels in the space was empty, and the barrel on the cart was half empty.
A bucket of glutinous rice weighs thirty kilograms of rice! A bucket and a half of glutinous rice... can sell about three hundred servings!
You actually sold about three hundred servings of glutinous rice?
At ten cents a share, that’s more than three taels of silver!
Shen Qingyu couldn't believe it and counted it carefully. It was really more than two taels of silver!
A pound of glutinous rice costs ten cents, and although pork costs twenty cents a pound, there is very little in the rice balls. Half of it is thick soup when you look at a tablespoon. After a bucket of glutinous rice is sold, it only costs more than a pound.
pork.
The pickled cabbage foam is homemade and not valuable.
A bucket of semi-glutinous rice cost less than 500 silver, but it was sold for more than 30 taels of silver.
Calculated, the net income is more than two taels of silver!
Huge profits!
Shen Qingyu was instantly full of strength and drove the donkey cart to the other end of Hengshui Street.
People going to the market all go to the nearest town. If people at one end eat it, they can go to the other end to sell it.
When they got to the other end, Shen Qingyu was still standing on the cart and shouting!
Everyone came together again to watch the fun.
Shen Qingyu stared at a thin and tall young man: "Brother, do you want to give it a try?"
The young man saw Shen Qingyu's hearty smile and nodded as expected: "One."
Shen Qingyu followed the same example and quickly demonstrated the process of making glutinous rice dumplings. As expected, everyone was tempted again and paid for it.
After all this hard work, another bucket of glutinous rice was sold.
Shen Qingyu looked at the time. It was almost noon, and the flow of people gradually dispersed. Many people had already gone back.
That's it, let's go shopping and go home.
Shen Qingyu went to the pen and ink shop and was dumbfounded when he asked about the price.
We all calculate according to the cheapest one. The inkstone costs one tael of silver, the paper costs one hundred cents per knife, the ink block costs half a tael, and the writing brush costs one hundred cents...
No wonder there were so few scholars in ancient times.
How can ordinary villagers bear such expenses?
After hesitating for a moment, Shen Qingyu gritted his teeth and said, "Shopkeeper, give me three sets of these ink, paper and inkstones."