Farmhouse Pastoral Notes

Chapter 235 Business

Two days later, her father Yang Weibo drove back from Yangjiacun with a carriage of grain.

He moved the grain back to the warehouse non-stop, and her father got her mother's order to drive the carriage to Shuangye Village in the south of the city.

Now is the season of flowers blooming. The land bought by Chunqiu in Shuangye Village is full of flowers and plants of various colors, red, pink, white, yellow, colorful and colorful.

The village women in Shuangye Village got the news and came to the flower garden early to wait for someone. The income of 30 copper coins a day is not a small reward for these middle-aged women who stay at home, let alone picking flowers. Work hard.

Not long after, Yang Weibo drove the carriage and appeared on the country road. The carriage ran fast and rolled up a road of dust. With a sound of "wow", Yang Weibo threw off his whip and stopped the carriage. Jump up and down, and communicate with the woman in charge who has been waiting for a long time. The woman surnamed Yu was also responsible for the previous flower field business. Yang Weibo trusts her, so today's picking is all handed over to her.

The woman got Yang Weibo's order, and she didn't talk nonsense. She greeted the village women behind her to form a small circle, muttered something, and then each village woman went to Yang Weibo's carriage and walked away with an empty basket. into the garden.

The flowers in the flower garden are blooming beautifully at the moment, the wind is blowing, the garden is full of fragrance, full of fragrance, the busy village women are bending over to pick fresh flowers in the flower garden, and the fresh petals are poured together with the morning dew After getting into the basket, picking and walking, the basket behind the village woman was soon filled with flowers, and the basket full of flowers was moved to the carriage and put away. When the carriage was full, Yang Weibo drove the carriage to Back to rush back, the rest of the village women continued to pick flowers, and the basket full of petals just waited for Yang Weibo to carry back on the next trip.

The business of Meiyan Pavilion has stabilized, and the daily customers are basically within Chunqiu's expected range. Because Chunqiu plans to make ointment today, the first floor of Meiyan Pavilion can't take care of it, so the first floor of Meiyan Pavilion is specially entrusted to With her aunt Yang Meijuan, and her mother Yuan Shi looking at the second floor, it can be regarded as enough manpower.

Her father has already brought in the newly picked flower petals, and Chunqiu is grinding the petals with the stones in the yard to outline the flower juice he needs.

The ointment made by Chunqiu is steaming in the room. Chunqiu filters the fresh flower juice with cotton cloth, and when the ointment comes out of the pot, the flower juice can be added into it. Then, it will be steamed for a while, and it can be loaded when the ointment is cooled and set. Porcelain bottles and ointments are also finished.

Chunqiu's speculation before has been proved. In the past two days, Meiyan Pavilion has sold the most mid-range ointments, followed by low-grade ointments, and finally high-grade ointments.

Before making the ointment today, Chunqiu discussed it with her mother. The low-grade ointment is the easiest to make, but the price is cheap and the profit is the least.So her mother decided to make less of this kind of cream, and just keep the basic supply.

The price of the next mid-range ointment is much higher than that of the low-end ointment, and the production cost is two to three times that of the low-end ointment. In general, the profit of the mid-range ointment is about half, so the mid-range ointment is still Meiyan Pavilion The main products of the company must maintain sufficient supply.

The last is the high-grade ointment, which has a wide variety of medicines and complicated steps, but at the same time, the selling price and the profit obtained are the most. After discussing with her mother, Chunqiu decided to work harder on high-end ointments, or to develop corresponding products for these boudoir ladies and official family members. After all, whether it is ancient or later generations, those rich women Most willing to spend big money for themselves.

Most of the ointments produced by Chunqiu today are mid-grade ointments, and a small part are low-grade creams. A lot of high-end ointments have been made before, and now there are still stocks in the Beauty Pavilion, so there is no need to make them at present.

Hearing the noise coming from the front of the shop, Chunqiu put down the porcelain pot in his hand, looked up at her father coming from the front yard shop with the basket in his arms, "Father, have you picked all the flowers in the garden?"

Yang Weibo put down the basket in his hand, touched the sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand, and said with a grin, "No, half of it is confiscated." After a pause, Yang Weibo continued, "What's the matter? Qiu'er, are the petals enough? Already?" When Yang Weibo said this, there was still a trace of nervousness in his tone, you must know that there are still half of the flowers in Shuangye Village that have not been brought back.

Chunqiu knew that her father had misunderstood, so she quickly shook her head and explained, "No, I'm just asking, the petals are not enough, I think we don't need to replant them in the flower garden during this time, if we plant them now, I can harvest one before winter comes.” Chunqiu thinks about the current month, and there are still four or five months before winter, so it should come in time. Besides, it is warm in the south, and it is still possible to harvest flowers twice a year. Yes, of course, this is only Chunqiu's idea, after all, she lived in the north in her previous life, including flowers, I only know about greenhouses.

"Plant again?" Yang Weibo asked, and then said seriously, "Qiu'er, I think it's okay, these flowers are all in mid-April, and now they are almost blooming in July. All the flowers are pulled out and replanted, and they will bloom around November. This kind of flower is similar to the rice we grow at home." When Yang Weibo said this, he speculated based on the morning and evening rice that was usually planted at home. Obviously, For Yang Weibai, this kind of flower is obviously similar to growing rice.

After Chunqiu heard this, she lowered her head and thought about it seriously. She also thought what her father said was very reasonable, but, can flowers and rice be the same?Chunqiu's head is full of question marks, forget it, she should discuss it with her mother, after all, the seeds of these flowers are not expensive, even if they are not planted in the end, they will not lose too much, not to mention that if they are planted, when the time comes Meiyan Pavilion can also be sold in winter, so she can only use plum blossoms with a single color in winter.

Her father was still busy going back to Shuangye Village to pull the remaining petals, and after talking briefly with Chunqiu, he unloaded all the petals and put them in the yard, then her father drove the carriage and left.

Pulling back and forth three or four times, Yang Weibo pulled back the entire two acres of petals, dozens and baskets were neatly stacked in the yard, Chunqiu could no longer care about the ointment in the house at this time , now she just wants to grind up all these petals and pack them up before dark.

As a result, when it was dark, Chunqiu still did not crush all the petals, even though her father helped a lot at the side. Clean water, try to keep the petals as fresh as possible, and then the father and daughter cover all the petals with white cloth to be considered done.

(End of this chapter)