MTL - Wonderful Life After Exchanging Fate-Chapter 8

I bought some lamb bones, added secret seasonings, and boiled for three hours. The bones turned white and the soup was mellow and fragrant. At this time, add water to knead the noodles, and after kneading the noodles into a dough, add water and knead continuously to wash out the gluten. Pour the washed water into the bone soup, add radish, bean curd, vermicelli, spinach, etc. in turn, and finally put the kneaded gluten into the pot, boil it on high heat, and make the soup thicker on low heat The big pot of hot and spicy soup is ready.

Vice-General Zhao reminded Jiang Yunzhu that it's late autumn and it's in the mountains again, isn't it suitable to drink this?

Jiang Yunzhu took out a bowl with a spoon, added green onion and coriander, and handed it to Mr. Chen first, "Grandfather, you have a taste."

The Jiang family was already overwhelmed by the smell of the sheep's head soup. Hearing this, Mr. Chen fumbled to take the bowl, and scooped up the contents with a spoon.

Like soup but not all soup, a strong fragrance hits the face.

When you eat it, the taste of pepper explodes in your mouth immediately, followed by the umami of mutton soup, the sweetness of radish, the fragrance of bean curd, etc. The fragrance moistens the mouth, as if the soul has been awakened.

Mr. Chen took a sip, and couldn't help but take a second and a third sip.

He didn't put down the bowl in satisfaction until he finished the bowl of soup. At this time, fine beads of sweat appeared on the tip of his nose.

"How is it?" Jiang Yunzhu asked eagerly.

"Comfortable." Mr. Chen can only use these two words to describe it. It is so comfortable. This bowl of soup is for drinking.

This is the effect Jiang Yunzhu wanted, and immediately asked with a smile, "Then grandpa thinks, how about I sell this soup?"

She wanted to sell Hu spicy soup, but Mrs. Chen disagreed. The family only had so much money to do business with. If they lost money, would their family drink northwest wind this month?

There was no other way, Jiang Yunzhu could only ask Mr. Chen for help. His words still carried weight.

Mr. Chen didn't answer in a hurry, he lowered his head and pondered for a while, and asked, "How much does your pot of soup cost?"

Jiang Yunzhu had figured it out a long time ago, and immediately said, "Originally, this soup tastes better when cooked with mutton, but it is cheaper to use mutton bones. These mutton bones only cost nine coins, and it can be cheaper if you buy more. The rest is flour, four taels Flour, three Wen coins.

Vegetables, this soup is called Bazhen soup, which means there are eight kinds of vegetables in it. These dishes can be mixed according to the seasons. I use the cheapest and most delicious dishes now, which add up to three yuan.

Finally, there are seasonings, firewood, etc., counting three Wen, the total cost of this pot of soup is eighteen Wen. "

Mr. Chen was surprised when he heard that, the cost of such a big pot of broth is so low?

"Then how much are you going to sell for a bowl?" He smelled something different and asked immediately.

"Twenty cents a bowl, there should be twenty bowls of this pot of soup, which means it can sell for about forty cents."

Mr. Chen was taken aback when he heard that, such a delicious and rich soup only costs two cents a bowl? But even so, there are nearly double the profits. Good business, this is indeed a good business.

He rubbed his cane twice, and suddenly said, "This soup should be served with something else."

This Jiang Yunzhu has also thought about it. She wants to make some white cakes and stewed meat. The white cakes can be soaked in soup, with meat, and can be eaten alone. The main reason is that it is convenient, you can make it at home, and you can sell it there.

The market at the foot of the mountain sells food, and what they want is speed.

Mr. Chen found out that his granddaughter wanted to start a business, and she didn't just mess around. She had already thought of everything.

"I think it's okay!" He said solemnly.

Mrs. Chen also tasted Jiang Yunzhu's soup just now, and heard her speak clearly and logically, and began to hesitate in her heart. Now I heard Mr. Chen say that again, she, why don't you let Jiang Yunzhu try?

"If you want to do it, make it well. I tasted your soup, and it doesn't seem to go well with white cakes. It's good with meat pies, but meat cakes are too expensive." Mr. Chen said suddenly at this moment.

When Jiang Yunzhu heard this, she wanted to give him a thumbs up. Sure enough, the old man had a vicious eye. This hot and spicy soup really shouldn't be served with white cakes, it should be served with steamed buns. Youmotou is similar to deep-fried dough sticks, only smaller than deep-fried dough sticks, only the length and thickness of fingers.

The freshly fried steamed buns are loose and crispy, rolled into the hot and spicy soup, the two complement each other, double the deliciousness!

But the steamed bun was too troublesome, it was a small one, and it had to be kneaded and fried, so she gave up.

"How can you be afraid of trouble." Chen quickly said, she is not afraid of trouble, she is only afraid that the money invested will be in vain.

"Okay, then make steamed buns. Well, you have to make meat pies too." Jiang Yunzhu had her own considerations.

The matter seemed to be settled.

Today, this pot of soup cannot be wasted. First, Mrs. Chen filled out a large jar and asked Jiang Yunzhu to send it to the village head and Mrs. Xu. Mrs. Feng is the old woman who rented the house to them. She had delivered pancakes and hot soup to the Jiang family before. Mrs. Chen has always kept it in her heart, and she will naturally reciprocate if she has the opportunity.

The rest is reserved for drinking at night, to supplement Jiang Cheng.

The two came out of the house and went to the left and right.

Needless to say, Mrs. Chen, seeing her bring something, Mrs. Feng immediately warmly greeted her to go in. Knowing that it was not easy for her, the steamed buns happened to be steamed at home. Before leaving, she brought her five or six steamed buns, which made Mrs. Chen very embarrassed.

At the village head's house, Xu Qingshan was standing anxiously in the yard. Jiang Cheng had already gone to the mine today, and he wanted to go too, but his cousin wouldn't let him go...

At this moment, when he raised his eyes, he happened to see a person standing there holding an earthen pot.

"Yunzhu." Xu Qingshan hurried forward and took the crock in her hand.

"I made some soup, and my mother said to give it to the village chief and Uncle Xu to taste." Jiang Yunzhu smiled and explained the purpose of coming.

Her voice was clear and her smile was shallow when she spoke, Xu Qingshan almost forgot to respond.

"I'll take it to my cousin." Xu Qingshan hurriedly carried the crock into the house.

After a while, a woman with a kind face came out and greeted Jiang Yunzhu enthusiastically.

She is Gu Yongde's daughter-in-law Lin.

Jiang Yunzhu answered one by one, and then offered to leave.

Xu Qingshan sent her to the door.

Jiang Yunzhu turned her head, didn't he give her the empty crock in his hand?

Xu Qingshan was holding the earthen jar, but he was really reluctant to let go.

"My cousin said that my family has a donkey, and although I don't make as much money as a mine, it's easier and more free." When he said this, he was afraid that Jiang Yunzhu might misunderstand, so he hurriedly added, "Actually, I'm not afraid of hard work. I want to go to the mines."

He wanted to make some money quickly, build his own house, and then...he didn't dare to look at Jiang Yunzhu.

Jiang Yunzhu was also wondering why there was no sound after he said that he would go to the mine with her father, so it was like this.

"The village chief is also doing it for your own good. I think he's right." Jiang Yunzhu immediately affirmed. It's a pity that her family is poor and can't afford a donkey, otherwise she wouldn't let her father go to the mine.

"Do you really think it's good to stretch your feet?" Xu Qingshan's eyes sparkled.

Jiang Yunzhu nodded.

"But you don't make much money by pulling your feet." Xu Qingshan said anxiously.

less? Jiang Yunzhu feels that this business has a bright future. There are so many miners in Wuling County, so why worry about not having a source of tourists by picking a few sections of the road with many people?

If there are more people, the price can be lowered, or a monthly subscription can be made. It only costs 40 yuan a month to travel by car, and 30 yuan to live on the mountain. That fool suffers that crime on the mountain!

A donkey cart can hold seven or eight people, all of whom have a monthly subscription, which is three renminbi. If you run twice a day, you can earn as much as going to the mine.

This is only sooner or later, at other times, you can also make money.

When it grows bigger, you can buy more donkey carts, build more road sections, and be able to deliver goods part-time, and even... Well, Jiang Yunzhu thinks too far, but she really thinks this is a good business, otherwise she will have more in the future. Forget the cost, let Jiang Cheng and Xu Qingshan partner in this business.

She told Xu Qingshan a little bit of what she thought of, as a way of repaying him for taking care of him and Father Xu on the way to escape from the famine.

Xu Qingshan was dumbfounded, can this still happen? But she seemed to have a point.

Immediately, he was full of confidence, "Yunzhu." He thought Jiang Yunzhu was really good, good-looking, and smart.

He was about to say something more, but a man came over on the road over there. He was tall and handsome, with long eyebrows and starry eyes. .

Jiang Yunzhu asked himself that he had seen many outstanding people, but he still couldn't help but look at the young man more. He didn't expect that there were such people in this mountain village.

Xu Qingshan also saw the young man, and immediately greeted him, "Cousin."

The young man showed a warm smile, like Zhu Jianlu and Matsushita Feng.

Xu Qingshan quickly introduced to the two of them, Jiang Yunzhu, who fled with him, and Gu Yanzhou, his cousin.

"Yanzhou is different from me. He is a scholar. He passed the examination of scholar the year before last, and he will wait for the imperial examination next year..." Speaking of Gu Yanzhou, Xu Qingshan felt proud.

Hearing what he said, Jiang Yunzhu felt that the name Gu Yanzhou was a bit familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere.