The husband is the hunter

Chapter 117

Fang Lin was a little depressed. The spring bamboo shoots are fresh and tender. They can not only cook vegetables, but also make soup, but they cannot be eaten raw. She tasted it when she was young, and the bitter taste is still fresh in her memory.

Seeing that it was the end of the month again, the crops in the field could not be delayed. Fang Lin thought about it, and waited until the mountain road was a little dry, and then planted the mu of Xiaohegou. Yamashita let the uncles have a taste. The store has been renovated for nearly a month, and it must be almost tidied up. Since it is a partnership business, it can't just wait for dividends and profits. I must do my best.

Fang Lin helped Shen Dashan do business for a few days, and she wasn't confined at home like she used to be. Although she didn't have much knowledge, her horizons were indeed much wider than before. After thinking about it, she figured out some ways.

Wild vegetables in the mountains are not a new thing for people in the mountains and villages like them, but for those big families in the town, they can't eat such things on weekdays, let alone fresh game.Those rich people look down on simple tea and light meals, but if they combine the wild vegetables in the mountains with the game hunted in Duan Nanshan, and make them more delicate, they will definitely sell for a good price.Like the bamboo shoots in front of me, pickled into sour bamboo shoots, it tastes great, but because it is born in the mountains and the method is rough, those rich people don't even care about it. If it can be improved, give it another name, say Maybe it will be able to enter the eyes of those wealthy people.

Thinking of this, Fang Lin felt that it would be best not to sell the sour bamboo shoots at the stall after they were marinated, otherwise they would definitely not be able to sell at a high price in the future.

correct!Qingxiang Building!A flash of inspiration flashed in her mind, and she suddenly thought of the shopkeeper Wu of Qingxianglou. The sour bamboo shoots were pickled before, but Fang Wenbao, who didn't eat well, could eat a big bowl of rice with sour bamboo shoots. Of course, there is no need to mention how delicious it is, she is still very confident in her craftsmanship.

The largest restaurant in the town also sells sour bamboo shoots, and it won’t be much cheaper to sell them in her own store in the future. Fang Lin couldn’t help being happy for her own thoughts, and she kept being silly, even when Duan Nanshan came. Discover.

The man put down the bamboo basket in his hand that was two sizes bigger than before, untied the water bag hanging from his waist, and called Fang Lin, "What are you happy about?"

Fang Lin hastily shared her thoughts with Duan Nanshan, "How about it, isn't my idea good?"

"Is the shopkeeper that easy to talk to? Didn't Sister Min have a meaty guy last time?" Duan Nanshan saw her so happy, although he didn't want to pour cold water on her, he still expressed his worries.

"Take it to shopkeeper Wu to try it at that time, I think it will work for sure." Although shopkeeper Wu didn't help her last time, Fang Lin can also understand that businessmen value profits these days. Who wants to do business at a loss?Shopkeeper Wu is a businessman, so of course he is no exception. On the other hand, if it is profitable, are you afraid that no one will care about the sour bamboo shoots?

(End of this chapter)