I, the fox clan, Arita!

Ozawa rolled his eyes and said, "This is too expensive! I saw that this cake is made of rice, so it's not surprising. The best pastry shop in our town is not so expensive. Could it be?" Your family’s Mibi is special compared to the time-honored brand?”

Lingshu smiled and said: "The rice is no different, but the taste is definitely different, and my rice cakes are all added with hawthorn sauce. Is it expensive? The most expensive is this sauce. There is only one serving in ten miles and eight towns. Here There are jam cakes for tasting, only two small pieces are allowed, do you want to try it? It’s free of charge.”

Lingshu handed a small bamboo stick to Ozawa, Ozawa was skeptical, "Can you really eat without money?"

"Yes, if you don't like it after eating it, it doesn't matter if you don't buy it." Lingshu nodded.

Only then did Ozawa feel relieved, and tasted two small pieces. It was really soft and sweet, and the taste was better than ordinary rice cakes, but compared with those top-level pastries, this jam cake is incomparable, but the top-level pastries Ordinary peasants can't afford it, and only rich families can afford it. This jam cake tastes so good that two yuan a penny is not expensive.

No wonder it sold so well, taking a third of their "Fu Cheng Ji" business.

"Small shopkeeper, give me five cents," Ozawa said. "The hawthorn sauce in your house is really special. Since it is called jam, then this 'hawthorn' is a kind of fruit, right? But I used to Why haven’t I heard of such a kind of fruit? Is it the head of our county? Or did you buy it elsewhere?”

Lingshu said: "This 'hawthorn' is actually nothing unusual, it's just a red fruit from the mountains, but people don't like to eat it because they think it's sour. I usually don't like to do anything else, but I like to think about some snacks, so I came up with this Sauce. I think the name of this fruit 'Shanliguo' is not very nice, so I took a 'Hawthorn' blindly, just for the sake of freshness."

Yan Dachuan listened to what Lingshu said, and was dying of panic, but Ke Jin gave Lingshu a wink, which meant that Lingshu should not tell others what his hawthorn sauce was made of.

This is a secret recipe. The family is still counting on the hawthorn sauce to make money. Just say it so casually, and others will imitate it. How can you do business?

Lingshu naturally saw his elder brother's hint, but he didn't take it seriously, wrapped ten pieces of jam cake for Ozawa, and said with a smile: "Brother, our hawthorn jam is also sold separately, for twenty cents A small can, if someone in your family likes to eat it, remember to buy it."

Xiao Ze took the jam cake and left, Yan Dachuan said anxiously: "Little brother, how can you tell him what we use to make this jam? What if he learns it..."

This time, Chen Lanzhi didn't worry with him anymore, she just smiled and said: "Little brother dares to say that, he must not be afraid that others will learn from you, you are just a stupid mind, just watch and learn how Lingshu does."

Lingshu said: "Sister-in-law is right, even if I tell him, he won't be able to make this hawthorn sauce for a while, and when they figure out how to do it, we won't sell this. Without this business , and other business, brother, you can rest assured."

"Hey, I can't say enough about you," Yan Dachuan sighed depressedly, "I'm the only one who is stupid, and I won't talk too much anymore."

"Brother is an honest person, I know you are doing it for my own good and for our family's," Lingshu said with a smile, "With big brother thinking about everyone like this, our family will get better and better in the future!"

After hearing this, Yan Dachuan felt relieved immediately, didn't he, he just wanted to have a good family, and this kind of thought can be understood, it's really heartwarming.

It was almost noon now, and the people who got up early to go to the market all went back in twos and threes. After noon, there were no people in the market. The jam cakes I made were sold out, so I cleared the bamboo baskets and tables, prepared to do some shopping, and then went home.

On the other side, Cai Fucheng, the shopkeeper of "Fu Cheng Ji", and his son Cai Junjie are researching hawthorn sauce.

"The little shopkeeper who sells rice cakes really said that this sauce is made from mountain fruits?" Cai Fucheng asked Ozawa.

Ozawa nodded repeatedly, "Really, my ears are good, he said it himself!"

In the wing room behind the "Fu Cheng Ji" store, Cai Fucheng and his son sat at the table, looking at the ten pieces of jam cakes placed on the white porcelain plate.

"Try it all." Cai Fucheng said.

He took one piece himself first, Cai Junjie followed suit, Xiaoze waited for the two bosses to eat first, and then he stretched out his hand to take it.

After tasting it carefully, after eating a small piece of hawthorn sauce cake, Cai Fucheng asked his son, "What did you find out?"

Cai Junjie’s pastry-making skills have been passed down from his own father, who is young, flexible, and dares to innovate. Now there are several new pastries in "Fu Cheng Ji" invented by Cai Junjie.

"There's sugar in this rice cake," Cai Junjie said, "it's softer than ours, and the interlayer is also hawthorn sauce. This hawthorn sauce is sweet and sour, but I don't know how it's made. It's so delicate, isn't it Do you need to use something to grind it into a paste? If it is really made of mountain fruit, then there must be a lot of sugar in the sauce, the mountain fruit is so sour that it will lose your teeth, and you can’t eat it without sugar.”

After all, Cai Fucheng is more experienced, he ate another piece of jam cake, and said: "The taste of rice cake may not be impossible to make if we try it a few times. It seems that the hawthorn must have been boiled. When I was a child, I was not sensible and saw that the mountain fruit was beautiful. Who hasn't picked it and eaten it? The taste is definitely not so soft."

"Father, shall we go to the mountains to pick some fruits and come back to try?" Cai Junjie asked.

There is a market in Wangjiazhuang once every five days. Every market is the time when the business is the best and earns the most money. As soon as this jam cake appeared, it took a third of his family's business. Every market in the country comes, does their family still want to make money?

Cai Fucheng nodded, "Alright."

Xiao Ze said from the side: "The little shopkeeper also said that his hawthorn sauce can be sold separately, a small jar of [-] cents, and two jars the size of a palm."

"Why didn't you say it earlier?" Cai Fucheng frowned, and told Ozawa, "Hurry up and buy a jar, and the cashier will pay you later."

Ozawa responded and ran away in a hurry, and ran back panting after a while.

Ozawa said: "Boss, that family has closed the stall and gone back."

"Forget it, I'll buy it next time." Cai Fucheng waved his hand.

At the same time, in the Zhang family's mansion on the east side of the town.

Zhang Wenhan personally brought a food box to his mother's room to say hello.

Mrs. Zhang is 27 or [-] years old, she has a good appearance, she has lost the youthfulness of a young woman, she has just begun to have a mature temperament, it is the time when a woman is most charming, and now she is pregnant again, the master of the Zhang family is in pain like an eyeball .

The Zhang family has no concubines, and the backyard is peaceful. Mr. Zhang and his wife have a deep relationship. Mrs. Zhang has a maternal kindness in her eyes, and she is a tolerant mistress at a glance.

This year around ten years old is considered a half-grown child. Zhang Wenhan entered the room, saluted his mother in a dignified manner, and then said like offering a treasure: "Mother, I see that your taste is not very good recently, so you can eat it." I went to buy some snacks, I heard that it can appetize, mother, you should try it."

Mrs. Zhang leaned on the couch, with a smile on her face, and praised her son: "Han'er is so good! You really have grown up. Today, you ran out early in the morning. I thought you were just playing, but it turned out that you were going to give mother I went to buy food, come and sit down, are you tired? Drink some tea quickly."

Qing Mei, the maid beside Madam Zhang, also smiled and said, "Young Master, I love you so much."

Zhang Wenhan took two sips of tea casually, and urged: "Qingmei, quickly bring the jam cake!"

The food box was brought by Zhang Wenhan, but no one in the family asked him to do the job of putting the plate on his own. Qingmei brought a white porcelain plate and placed it on the small table in the middle of the couch.

Mrs. Zhang glanced at the white rice cake dipped in jam, and wondered: "Hey, what is this purple-red one? Is it really edible? It's really fresh, I haven't seen it before."

"It's edible! It's delicious! It's sour and sweet," Zhang Wenhan said no matter how old he was, after all, he was only less than ten years old, and he was still a little childish in front of his mother. He looked at his mother expectantly , "Mom, you'll know if you try it, it's really delicious! My brother must like it too!"

"What's the rush? I think you're greedy." Mrs. Zhang cast a glance at her son, raised her hand, picked up a small piece of jam cake, and took a bite.

"Is it delicious?" Zhang Wenhan stared at his mother nervously.

What if my mother doesn't like to eat this?

He didn't want his mother to be unhappy.

The jam cake was so small that it could be eaten in two bites. Mrs. Zhang finished it quickly and nodded with satisfaction, "It's not bad."

Zhang Wenhan's eyes lit up immediately, "Mother, eat more! The shopkeeper even gave away half a jar! He said that this grape sauce is good for the skin, and it can resist... What kind of oxygen... Hey, he said It’s a mouthful, I can’t remember it, but it’s good for the body anyway.”

Mrs. Zhang couldn't help laughing when she saw him wrinkling his face and trying to remember.

"Han'er has a heart," Mrs. Zhang pulled her son over and patted his arm, "Let's have lunch at Mom's place. Qingmei will ask the kitchen to serve some more dishes. After eating Han'er's jam cake, I'm really happy." I feel a little hungry, I think, I can eat two bowls of rice later anyway."

Qingmei was overjoyed when she heard that, "Great! Ma'am, I will go to the kitchen now! The master will be happy when he sees that Madam can eat!"

……

Here, Lingshu and his eldest brother and sister-in-law returned to Yanjia Village after shopping, and the whole family sat in the hall and counted coins.

Few farmers in this era have learned arithmetic, and the Yan family is the same. It is very good to be able to count to one hundred, and they are quick to count.

"Total, how much money is there?" Yan Youfu, the father of the Yan family, stared at the huge pile of copper coins, tearing off several beards in anxiety.