Happy peasant girl

Chapter 125 Opening a shop again (3)
"I'll take care of the jars. My father-in-law happens to know an old craftsman who made altars. I'll ask him to make some jars tomorrow." Lin Qingyun said.

A few days later, Lao Lin's pickle shop had begun to take shape. When Lin Qingyun said that the jars made by the old craftsman were delivered to Lao Lin's house, many villagers also came to join in the fun.

"Sister-in-law Huilan, is your family really going to open a pickle shop?" Mrs. Sun heard about this a few days ago and thought Mrs. Mu was joking.

"Yes, you also said that my pickled vegetables are the most delicious, haha." Mu Shi didn't shy away from it. Anyone asked her, she would say that only she knew the skill of pickling pickled vegetables, that is, her two daughters-in-law And Lin Qingxi can only help.

"Sister-in-law Hui Lan's pickles are famous in the whole village, but I'm afraid I'll have to pay for your pickles if I want to eat them in the future." A woman in the village said with a smile.

"What nonsense, if you like to eat, just come to my house and dig a bowl. If you say money, you will slap me in the face. If you say that again, you will not be allowed to enter my house in the future." It's just some pickles, even if you can really make money Well, Mrs. Mu didn't even think about earning money from the villagers, besides, who could really bring a bowl to her house every day to ask for pickles.

"Hahaha, sister-in-law Huilan is so generous, we are going to make your family poor. Sister-in-law, we don't want to eat your pickles for nothing, just say when we need help, haha." It's all better, women's eyelids are not so shallow anymore.

"That's what you said. Now, I need your help, ha ha!" Mu Shi smiled and asked Lin Qingyun to remove those jars first, and then Wu Shi and Qin Shi cleaned them up and steamed them on the fire Steam it.

"Sister-in-law, just tell me, what can we do for you?" Several women wanted to establish a good relationship with Mrs. Mu, so they really had to stay and want to help.

Mu Shi was also polite, and asked them to help him put the pickles in the water tank into the steamed and dried jar, then sealed it with wax, and wrapped it with two layers of thick coarse cloth.

These jars are divided into large altars, middle altars and small altars, and each jar has three characters protruding from the outside: "Lin's daughter-in-law".There are also signs hidden at the bottom and inside of the jar that only Lao Lin's family can understand.

After a family's discussion and calculation, the big altar of pickled vegetables made of Chunan salt and water from the Shanmei River costs [-] Wen, the middle altar costs [-] Wen, and the small altar costs [-] Wen. Qingyun also asked the old craftsman to make an ultra-small jar suitable for going out, which is ten coins a jar.

Lin Qingfei later bought Chudong salt, and Mu's used spring water from Lin Qixi to pickle pickles, which increased the price of pickles a lot.

In the first few days when Lao Lin’s pickle shop opened, ordinary people didn’t buy it on purpose, but the wealthy families in Fu’an Town bought a lot, and after eating Lao Lin’s pickles once, they would buy them again. I can't forget that there is a plate of Lin's daughter-in-law's pickles on the table every day. This habit has not changed for decades.

Linqingxi was not idle either. When other family members were busy working on the pickle shop, she focused on her nearly [-] mu of soybeans.

Linyuanshan originally said that she would sell all these soybeans to the clan to make tofu, but was stopped by Linqingxi. She said that she wanted these soybeans to be useful and told Linyuanshan not to sell them.

Knowing that there are many ghosts in Linqingxi, Linyuan Mountain hired workers to collect the soybeans and put them in several empty rooms.

Looking at the soybeans that looked like hills, Linqingxi thought it over and decided that if he wanted to make money, he had to start with things that others couldn't make. There were also tanks of tomatoes, peppers and cucumbers on Dameishan.

"Little Auntie, what are you doing looking at these soybeans?" Du Yutang has lived a very healthy life in Lao Lin's house these days. Although he doesn't eat meat often, his health has improved a lot. The most important thing is that he has two A little brother and a bunch of friends from the village.

Du Dian and Du Xin are no longer protecting him in the dark. After hearing Lin Qingxi's words, he asked them to teach himself, Lin Nian Yu and Lin Nian Shui martial arts. Now many boys in the village are willing to communicate with him. Friends, I would rather learn martial arts with him.

"I'm thinking about a very important thing." Lin Qingxi said seriously.

"What's important?" Du Yutang was curious.

"Soon you will know that you have to work hard to practice martial arts, and don't just know how to climb trees and catch fish all day long." Du Yutang is not as good as Lin Nian Yu and Lin Nian Shui in terms of training.

"Oh, Tang'er got it!" Du Yutang really wanted to please Lin Qingxi, because he wanted to stay in Lao Lin's house forever.

After deciding what she wanted to do, Lin Qingxi began to do it herself. She washed twenty catties of soybeans and soaked them in clean water.The next day, she steamed these soybeans on a large pot, and then dried them in the sun. Then she bought high-quality flour and soybeans and mixed them evenly. After that, she fermented them and then exposed them to the sun.

Ye and Mu couldn't figure out what Linqingxi was trying to do, and she also sealed the soybeans, salt, water and other things that were almost moldy in the sun and had a unique fragrance into the jar.

Afterwards, she used a similar method to make several different jars, and put the cucumbers, peppers, radishes, and white cabbage that she had already taken seeds into.

After a long time, she opened the sealed jars one by one, then dug out the vegetables with a spoon, and brought them to the dinner table for the family to taste.

"Xi girl, are you pickles too? Why is it different from your mother's?" Mu tasted a piece of radish and found that it tasted better than the pickles she made.

"Sister, it's so spicy, and this one is so sweet, why do these dishes have several flavors?" Lin Qingmu couldn't help asking after eating a piece of spicy white cabbage and a piece of sweet cucumber.

All the family members looked at Linqingxi curiously, these various dishes were many times more delicious than the pickles sold in the shop now.

"It's called pickles. It's actually similar to pickles, but the method may be more complicated, and the ingredients are also very particular. It's not only salty, but also spicy and sweet. It's very delicious. I plan to open another pickle shop." Lin Qing Seeing that he had succeeded in making pickles this time, Xi decided to open another pickle shop.

"Xi girl, your idea is good, but our pickle shop has been doing very well recently. Your eldest brother and third brother have already sent a lot of pickles to Fucheng. Our vegetables are not enough. This vegetable greenhouse I want to build a few more, otherwise the vegetables in winter won’t be able to keep up, and you still have hundreds of acres of land in Damei Mountain, so how can you separate yourself.” The autumn sowing is about to start, and Linqingxi and he are both Those who can't leave, the women at home are also busy making pickles, how can they have the energy to make pickles.

"Grandpa, don't worry, the third brother has already found good people for me, and these people will come over in two days. I have asked Qixi and the others to build a simple house on a vacant lot in Dameishan, and there is a tight It's next to the Shanmei River, so it's very convenient to make sauce." During this time, Lin Qingyun was the one who actually delivered the pickles outside, and Lin Qingfei was helping her train those available people in Pingling County.

(End of this chapter)