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With Xiaoqi's comfort, Qiaoqiao's heart felt lighter.

The two were busy preparing lunch.

Xiaoqi sliced ​​a piece of pickled radish and handed it to Qiaoqiao: "Try it, it's delicious."

Unable to refuse such hospitality, Qiaoqiao tried a bite, and then ate another.

It's tangy, crisp, and refreshing, with a sweet aftertaste.

"Xiaoqi, why is there a sweet aftertaste? My family's pickled cabbage was also made by Sister Hu, and it didn't have a sweet aftertaste." Qiaoqiao was very surprised.

"I told you, it's really delicious. My mom said it's rare to find such good pickled cabbage. My third brother went to the cafeteria today; I wonder if they can order more."

"Xiaoqi, is it because the water at your house is different? Or is it because the soil at your house is different? Does that make the vegetables sweeter?"

"That can't be right. My family has always used the same water and grown the same vegetables. It's all very ordinary."

"It must be because the land is different. In our Dashui Village, there is a sandy area where the potatoes grown there taste very good."

"Could it be that the land my brother just acquired is a treasure trove?"

"Maybe. Xiaoqi, bring me some tomorrow, I want to eat your sauerkraut."

"Okay, however many you want, I'll give you."

The two studied the water and the land, but they didn't study the jar.

A fish weighing two or three pounds, plus delicious pickled cabbage, fills a whole big bowl.

Gu Tong'an, Yao Xing, and Yao Hongbing returned, and they described the scene of the execution of the criminals with great interest.

With a "snap," the death row inmate fell down. "Do you think one shot is enough to kill him? If he didn't die and came back to life, would they not execute him a second time?" Yao Xing asked, his eyebrows dancing with excitement.

"The police officers who carry out death row inmates are the most skilled; there's no such thing as someone who can't be killed," Gu Tong'an retorted.

I said, "What if?"

"There's no 'what if'."

Qiaoqiao came out carrying a bowl of fish soup: "Stop arguing, let's eat. Xiaoqi's sauerkraut is especially delicious."

"Eat, eat, I'm starving!"

Damn, the pickled cabbage was so delicious, and the fish was delicious too.

Gu Tong'an, Yao Xing, and Yao Hongbing ate three bowls of rice and still wanted to eat more, making Qiaoqiao regret her actions.

Zhou Wenhui has mobility issues and cannot attend the public trial; he should be allowed to come directly to Yao Xing's restaurant.

He could definitely eat three bowls of rice with this delicious pickled fish.

"Xiaoqi, how do you make your sauerkraut? It tastes so good. My family is from the countryside, and my mom also makes sauerkraut, but it doesn't taste like this." Yao Xing couldn't help but ask.

"It was Yang Qiaojia's nanny who helped with it, but we've thought about it and it might be because the water and soil in my house are special."

"It's just that the soil in your house is special," Qiaoqiao said without a trace of doubt.

"Then your house must be a treasure trove! My dad said that different soil types produce different vegetables. Even if the soil is just across a field, the taste is completely different," Yao Xing said excitedly.

"I don't know either, but it's a pity that all the cabbages and radishes on my plot of land are pickled. I'm afraid the next batch won't taste as good." Xiaoqi was both happy and worried.

"Xiao Qi, then you can sell the pickled cabbage at my factory, so we don't run out later."

"Okay, I'll have my brother send some over tomorrow."

Xiaoqi's family was also overjoyed by the jar of pickled cabbage.

That evening, the whole family sat down together to settle the accounts.

Xiao Liu said excitedly, "Manager Zhang from the editorial department cafeteria tried my pickled cabbage. He didn't say anything for a long time, then took a few more bites before asking, 'Why does the pickled cabbage have such a pure sweetness?' He asked me how I made it, and I told him everything. He was even more puzzled. The method wasn't unusual, so why did it taste different?"

The whole family listened with beaming smiles. What they saw was not a vat of sauerkraut, but a new house to be built next year.

"Xiao Liu, besides the fifty kilograms for the editorial department cafeteria, does anyone else want it?" the older brother asked, taking notes.

"Manager Zhang said he would contact the other canteens."

"The disinfection plant needs thirty kilograms, at three cents per kilogram," Xiaoqi replied.

"Five cents, I'm selling them in small quantities for five cents today."

The older sister-in-law couldn't stop smiling; she had secretly taken a dollar today, and no one had noticed.

"It's also three cents a pound in the canteen, but the retail and bulk prices are different," Xiao Liu said.

"Now that we don't have to worry about sales, shouldn't we also prepare some pickled cabbage? We have more than twenty jars at home for making pickled cabbage, let's use them all to make pickled cabbage," Xiao Qiniang suggested.

"There are no vegetables left in the garden," said the second sister-in-law.

"Winter is coming soon, and vegetables are in short supply. There are no more rotten vegetables at the base. They are all hauled away as soon as they are unloaded. We can only buy vegetables from the villages."

Xiaoqi also agreed with her mother's suggestion; even if business is good, it's still troublesome if there's no stock.

"How much does it cost per pound?"

"Three points, let's collect some first."

"Okay, I'll do as Xiaoqi says."

The eldest sister-in-law said hesitantly, "Xiao Qi, actually, my family also made a jar of pickled cabbage, but we haven't opened it yet. If we don't have enough, we can use my family's first."

The second sister-in-law rolled her eyes at the eldest sister-in-law, "You're quite shrewd. You haven't even started selling yet, and you're already thinking about your family."

"Okay, if the quantity isn't enough, we can buy from my sister-in-law's family. We're family, we should help each other out."

"Oh, Xiaoqi, thank you so much."

Originally, the Gao family would have soon discovered the secret of the large vat, but unfortunately, their village had a plentiful harvest of vegetables this year, and they bought several hundred kilograms of cabbage and radish at once.

Xiao Qiniang then transferred the pickled vegetables from the large vat to a small jar, and made another vat of pickled vegetables using the same large vat, tasting the same as last time.

The Liushan Commune was covered in yellow mud, except for the kiln in Maojia Village, which had been firing for over a hundred years.

The yellow clay from Maojia Village is no ordinary clay. It is said to contain a large amount of minerals. The clay is light yellow, like an egg yolk, and naturally contains fine sand. The clay pots made from it are excellent for preserving freshness and enhancing aroma.

When used for pickling vegetables, the minerals in the soil naturally seep into the pickled vegetables, giving them a bright yellow color and making them less prone to rotting.

The trace minerals in the large vat blend with the sauerkraut, making it crisp and sweet.

The Gao family's sauerkraut became an instant hit, and many canteens placed orders, with a large vat of sauerkraut selling out quickly.

The new sauerkraut hasn't been opened yet, and demand is exceeding supply. The eldest sister-in-law said ingratiatingly, "Xiao Qi, how about we use my family's sauerkraut first? We don't need to pay a high price, just two cents a pound. If we sell it for three cents, we'll still make a cent profit."

Xiao Qi readily agreed, and the next day, his sister-in-law asked her brother to bring over a basket of sauerkraut on a cart.

The second sister-in-law was filled with displeasure, but there was nothing she could do. Her family's sauerkraut hadn't been ready yet, so she didn't dare to open the jar prematurely.

Upon opening the vat, a sour, foul smell wafted out. The brother and sister-in-law were filled with suspicion. Why did it smell bad when the same method was used?

The pickled cabbage was taken out of the water; it was black, and when you took a bite, it was mushy and not crisp at all.

"Sister-in-law, how much is this pickled cabbage?" Xiao Qi frowned.

"But my brother made it using the same method, so why is the color so different?"

"Could it be that some tap water got in?" Second Sister-in-law asked with feigned concern, her face lighting up with delight.

"That's impossible! I told them again and again not to add tap water. Isn't this whole vat of pickled cabbage going to waste?" The sister-in-law was on the verge of tears.

"They're edible, hurry up and sell them for a few cents a pound, you can still break even," Xiaoqi's mother suggested regretfully.

The elder brother and sister-in-law stared blankly at the vat of pickled cabbage. They were both pickled cabbage, so why was there such a big difference?