Zhao Youcai, who was drawing water from the well, stopped what he was doing and glared at Wu Shi fiercely.

"Shut up, or I'll beat you up."

Wu fell completely silent. She lowered her head and went back to the kitchen to continue starting the fire.

As they were talking, the water in the pot boiled, and Zhao Xiaoshan began to instruct the old lady to put the vegetable leaves into the pot to blanch them, and then immediately soak them in cold water.

Seeing that there were no problems with the production process, Zhao Xian left.

He didn't go straight home, but went to Liu Erleng's house. He needed an oxcart to pass by his house tomorrow to deliver goods to the town.

The next day, the family got up early. The two jars of pickled vegetables weighed more than 100 jin. Zhao Xian took out the excess pickled vegetables and put them into a small jar. He planned to sell them to restaurants and hotels.

Just then, Liu Erleng's oxcart arrived, and Zhao Xiaoshan loaded the pickled vegetables onto the oxcart, preparing to deliver them to the town.

There were quite a few people going to town in the morning, and the oxcarts were packed full, mostly with goods. Since there wasn't enough room for people to sit on the carts, they walked behind them.

Half an hour later, the oxcart arrived in town and began unloading goods along the way. When the oxcart came to the entrance of the noodle shop, Manager Chen came out of the shop, and Zhao Xian was just unloading the vegetable jars from the oxcart at that moment.

"Boss Zhao is here. The few kilograms of kimchi you gave us yesterday caused quite a stir. A lot of customers came early this morning, all for the kimchi. They won't leave without it." Chen Jingui said as he helped move the kimchi jars.

The pickling jars were moved to the back kitchen, and several chefs couldn't wait to open them, take a bite first, and then divide the pickled vegetables into specially made small bowls.

"Here's 1,800 coins. Mr. Zhao, please count them. Since this is a noodle shop, we usually pay in copper coins." Chen Jingui said, handing a money bag to Zhao Xian.

Zhao Xian took the money bag and weighed it in his hand. It was quite heavy, so there shouldn't be a shortage of money. He then casually handed the money bag to Zhao Xiaoshan.

"Manager Chen has already prepared the money, and it should be quite a lot, so I won't count it. We have some things to do right now, and I'll come back later to get the vegetable jars."

"Then it's settled. Mr. Zhao, would you like a bowl of noodles before you leave? It's on me."

"No need, we have some things to do, so we won't bother you any longer. We'll take our leave now." After saying that, Zhao Xian left the noodle shop with Zhao Xiaoshan.

Zhao Xiaoshan was a little nervous carrying the money bag, which was understandable, as he had never seen so much money before.

Zhao Xian couldn't exchange the money for silver, so suddenly he came up with a solution.

Ancient money bags had a chain at both ends. After the bag was tied tightly, it could be tied around the waist for security.

He lifted up Zhao Xiaoshan's shirt, tied the money bag around his waist, and then put the shirt down so that it was no longer visible from the outside.

"Xiaoshan, let's go to the hotel to sell our kimchi." Our family can produce 300 jin of kimchi every day now, and we must sell 200 jin today.

“Okay, brother.” Zhao Xiaoshan said confidently, touching the copper coins at his waist.

Juxianlou is a tall restaurant in town. Although it is not the largest restaurant, it is frequented by dignitaries and nobles, and the prices there are unaffordable for ordinary people.

The owner of Juxianlou Restaurant is surnamed Jiang. He has a relative who is an official, and the success of his restaurant is also due to this relative.

Although kimchi is not a high-end dish, it is a great appetizer.

Zhao Xiaoshan carried a small jar containing several kilograms of pickled vegetables as he and Zhao Xian entered Juxianlou.

There weren't many customers in the morning. Manager Jiang sat behind the counter, flipping through the ledgers. When someone came in, he closed the ledgers and sized up the newcomer.

Today, Zhao Xian wasn't wearing a long gown, but just a coarse cloth garment. Behind him, Zhao Xiaoshan's clothes were already worn out and patched, which was standard attire for country folk.

Manager Jiang immediately felt a sense of unease. His restaurant was often visited by country folk trying to sell vegetables, and he always tried to drive down the price. What were these two country folk trying to sell today?

"What are you here for?" Manager Jiang asked, staring at the pickling jar in Zhao Xiaoshan's hand. He could already smell the unique aroma of the pickled vegetables.

"You must be the manager. I have a kind of appetizer here called kimchi, which is very suitable for your restaurant. Would you like to take a look?"

Manager Jiang was delighted to hear that a noodle shop had introduced a popular appetizer called kimchi yesterday. He never expected that someone would deliver it to his door today.

A customer described the kimchi to him as bright green, crisp, sweet and sour, and with an excellent flavor. He didn't know what kind of vegetable it was made from; it looked a bit like kelp, but it wasn't kelp.

Manager Jiang remained calm and composed, his face showing no emotion.

"Let me take a look," Manager Jiang said coldly.

Zhao Xiaoshan deftly opened the vegetable jar, then filled a bowl with some vegetables and placed it on the counter.

Manager Jiang picked up the bowl, first smelled the kimchi, then examined it for a while before starting to taste it.

The taste is indeed good. This should be the kimchi that the customer was talking about. If my restaurant were to offer this kind of kimchi, it would greatly increase its popularity and make the business even better.

His restaurant in the county town is about to open, and introducing this kind of pickled vegetable in the county town will be unique.

"The taste is alright. How much do you sell this kind of kimchi for?" Manager Jiang asked indifferently.

"Eighteen coins per catty, cash on delivery."

Manager Jiang quickly calculated that this kind of pickled vegetable could be served as an appetizer or a snack. Once it was launched in the restaurant, the sales volume would definitely be substantial. With the addition of some takeout customers, selling 100 jin a day would not be a problem.

One pound of pickled vegetables can be divided into four or five plates, costing only a few coins. If you sell it in your own restaurant for forty or fifty coins a plate, no one will complain that it's too expensive.

"Kimchi is just a kind of salted vegetable at best. Eighteen coins a pound is too expensive. How about this, ten coins a pound, and we'll deliver one hundred pounds every day, and settle the bill at the end of the month. Is that okay with you?"

Zhao Xian had already realized that the shopkeeper was trying to lower the price. It was impossible to settle accounts once a month for such a large volume. Since the shopkeeper had offered such terms, it showed that he was not sincere.

Since there's too much disagreement with this restaurant, there's no need to continue the discussion. Let's try another one.

"I'm sorry to bother you, but your restaurant is too high-end. You wouldn't be interested in my kimchi. I'll go to another hotel."

After Zhao Xian finished speaking, he packed his things and walked out with Zhao Xiaoshan.

Manager Jiang didn't say anything. Based on his experience, most people who came to his restaurant to sell vegetables would leave after he tried to lower the price, but they would all turn back at the door and agree to his terms.

If the salesperson walks out the door, he can call him back, make some concessions, and basically close the deal.