Nongmen red bean is the most acacia

Chapter 877 Looks good and writes well (chapter 6)
"What kind of oil do you sell?"

Hong Dou suddenly asked such a question, which made Zhang Wang confused.

"Peanut oil! Rapeseed oil! Sesame oil!" Red Bean listed.

It is impossible to sell pork suet.

It is not artificially fed pigs, the oil made from fat is not so fragrant!

"How many do you have?" Zhang Wang was a little excited, this is a good thing.

Oil is indispensable for people to eat.

Meals without oil are really tasteless.

Stir-fried vegetables with meat oil are delicious, but sometimes they are too greasy, not as good as those fried with peanut oil and rapeseed oil.

Furthermore, sesame oil is a good thing.

Whether it is cooking cold dishes or cooking noodles, if you add a drop or two, those who taste delicious will eat an extra bowl of rice.

There are such good things in red beans, why haven't I mentioned them before?

Zhang Wang's eyes were too obvious. Needless to say, Hongdou had just come out and he was thinking something in his mind, "It's not easy to carry something like oil around."

Hearing this, Zhang Wang thought it was the same.

"Then you just said selling oil?"

"Sell it in the general merchandise store!" Hong Dou said as a matter of course, and also gave Zhang Wang a stupid look at you.

"Sell it in a shop!" Zhang Wang rubbed his chin, nodded after thinking for a while, "It's a good idea, but I don't know if anyone is willing to buy it."

Hongdou is not very worried about this.

No matter when, there are rich people.

There are also some people who may not be rich enough in life, but they still need to eat well and wear well.

Anyway, they are only in charge of selling things, and it has nothing to do with them whether others have the money to buy them or where they get the money to buy them.

Zhang Wang thought about it carefully, and felt that what Hongdou said made sense.

No matter what, they put the things out first, and then they will talk about whether anyone will buy them.

"In that case, add this as well."

Zhang Wang said that he picked up the brush and was about to write on it, but he hesitated when he finally put the pen down.

"Forget it, you should write it!" Zhang Wang handed the pen to Hongdou.

Hong Dou took the pen with some doubts, "Why don't you write it yourself?"

Zhang Wang looked at Gu Zian's handwriting on the paper, and shook his head in frustration, "I didn't say that, it's fine for the young one to be good-looking, why is the handwriting so beautiful?"

He was so good-looking that he was embarrassed to write.

Hongdou thought it was because of something, but she didn't expect it to be this reason, and suddenly felt a little dumbfounded.

Red beans have written several kinds of oils. As for the quantity, first write ten catties of each.

She doesn't know much about the spending power of their village, so let's write ten catties for the time being.

If it really sells well, it will be the same if you add it later.

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Xu Ziqing's house.

An Mung Dou was lying on his side on the kang, and there were meals on the kang table beside him, one of which was meat.

The whole room is filled with the smell of meat, which can draw people's saliva.

But An Mungdou was unmoved, still lying there on his side, with a sad and disappointed expression on his face.

With her appearance like this and her already big belly, Xu Ziqing felt distressed, "Lu'er, what's wrong with you? Why don't you eat? These are all good dishes, I brought them back for you specially. "

It's okay if Xu Ziqing didn't say it, but when he said that, An Lungdou started crying.

She didn't wail loudly, but wept silently, just like the first time Xu Ziqing saw her crying by the river at the end of the village.

(End of this chapter)