The two tasted it with their fingertips.
"It's a little salty, but very flavorful..."
"Su Luo, what is this?"
Chen Ping'an asked, not understanding, "Looking at the color of this liquid, it seems that Su Luo used to cook dishes with this in mind."
"This is soy sauce, also made from soybeans. It not only makes dishes taste better, but also adds color and flavor."
What I wanted to say to you today is, what do you think about our Changping Village jointly producing soy sauce and establishing it as the place of origin?
When the village chief started working on this together, he immediately thought of something much more far-reaching.
Who wouldn't want their stir-fries to taste better? If every household used soy sauce...
Needless to say, Su Luo's restaurant will also contribute significantly. As a result, the village's annual and monthly economic income will exceed that of all the villages in Yongle County.
“The whole village should participate, Su Luo. Your suggestion is good, and I, Old Li, trust you.”
However, persuading the entire village to agree is no easy task.
In any village, there are always a few families who are stingy and drag the village down.
"I'm letting you know in advance today. Even if the villagers agree, this won't be a quick success."
It also requires planning, as well as preliminary arrangements, allocation of manpower and resources.
Due to the weather, it can only be done next spring.
So in this month or so, we'll try our best to do the preliminary work well. If it's successful, we'll start making soy sauce after the New Year, and I'll provide the technical support.
Su Luo knew that this was not an easy task, especially since it was winter and the soy sauce could not be dried properly.
Before the warm spring arrives, we need to prepare everything in order to actually get things done.
"Su Luo, how exactly is this soy sauce you're talking about made? How many soybeans are needed? And how much soy sauce will it make?"
Chen Ping'an had unwavering faith in Su Luo; his family's good life today was entirely thanks to Su Luo.
She can not only change their family's economic situation, but Su Luo can also change Changping Village and lead the whole village to prosperity.
"It's hard to say on this topic, Uncle. Everything has certain risks, including soy sauce. The amount of oil produced depends on the circumstances."
There's always the possibility of failure, but only by daring to try can you achieve success.
The village chief took out his pipe from his waist, lit the pipe, took two deep drags, and exhaled thick white smoke.
"Su Luo, how confident are you that you'll succeed in making this soy sauce?"
"Seventy percent!" Su Luo said firmly.
Seventy percent is enough. For the sake of the village's development, the village chief is willing to communicate with the villagers.
The three then discussed how to make soy sauce, how to distribute the process to the villagers, and what initial investments should be made.
“Su Luo, I really like this soy sauce. Here’s what we’ll do: Chen Ping’an will supervise the construction of the house in Shuiqing Village for you.”
Starting today, I, this old man, will begin spreading the word in the village that we'll hold a meeting and have everyone vote on whether to make this soy sauce.
Su Luo is the only successful person in the village. With Su Luo's leadership, most people would agree to make this soy sauce.
Within just two days, the village was abuzz with gossip.
The most common rumor is that Su Luo is going to lead the villagers to make a fortune.
The news spread not only within the village, but some people even went to Shuiqingzhuang to ask Liu Fangfang and the others if it was true.
"Liu, Zhang, I heard from the villagers that Su Luo is really going to lead everyone to get rich? I heard it's some kind of soy sauce, what is that?"
"Since it's just hearsay, you can take it with a grain of salt. You'll find out whether it's true or not in a while."
Several women came together full of expectations, but Liu Fangfang's answer to them was ambiguous, and they didn't know how to tell their husbands when they got home.
Upon seeing Chen Yan enter, the group grabbed her and questioned her, since she was the village chief's wife and knew more than Liu Fangfang and Zhang Xiujuan.
"Mrs. Chen, what exactly is going on with the rumors circulating in the village? They've been going on for days, Mrs. Chen, please tell us."
Officials often frequented Su Luo's courtyard, and the villagers dared not approach Su Luo directly, instead trying to find out more about her from a distance.
Chen Yan poured the water into the large vat, then straightened up, supporting her back with her hands.
"I've heard my husband, Lao Li, mention this before, and it seems there's some truth to it."
However, if the villagers don't dare to gamble with Su Luo, then there probably won't be any problems.
When the group heard Chen Yan say this, they realized it was true.
This is wonderful! In everyone's hearts, Su Luo has long been the leading figure in Changping Village, and everyone wants to follow her.
"Mr. Chen, if such a good thing really exists, no matter what it is, we are willing to support it. Don't forget to take us with you when you get rich!"
Chen Yan nodded with a smile, knowing that once the villagers were mentally prepared, her husband, Old Li, could better lead them.
Although Su Luo lived at the edge of the village, she knew everything that was happening in the village.
The herbal oil from Ji'antang was selling well, so she and Du Xiuyuan made several hundred more bottles, intending to sell them at Ji'antang.
The family couldn't finish all the radishes in the backyard, so they picked some for Nangong Qing and Axu. Magistrate Jiang had been quite kind to them, so Su Luo also brought some over to him.
Inside the carriage, Du Xiuyuan stared at the thread in his hand, lost in thought.
"Madam Su, I remember that you used to stitch up patients without removing the stitches. How were those stitches made?"
For Du Xiuyuan, stitching up ordinary wounds was already a piece of cake, but he wanted to strive for perfection.
We should put as much effort as possible into the sutures.
"The kind of sutures that don't need to be removed are called catgut sutures. These sutures blend into the meat, so they don't need to be removed."
Du Xiuyuan asked curiously, "Sheep gut suture? Is it made from sheep intestines?"
"That's right!"
So that's how it is.
Although Du Xiuyuan didn't say it aloud, he had already planned in his heart to buy dozens of sheep.
Upon arriving in Yongle County, outside the back gate of Fumanlou Restaurant, Su Luo unloaded a basket of radishes and addressed Du Xiuyuan, who was on the carriage.
"Dr. Du, please take the herbal oil to Ji'an Hall first. I still need to deliver some radishes to Magistrate Jiang later."
There aren't many fresh vegetables available in winter. I had these radishes at Su Luo's house last time, and they all liked them.
"Miss Su, would you like to keep that carriage? It would be more convenient for you."
"No need, I'll walk there."
The radish was given to the kitchen staff of Fu Man Lou, while the portion intended for Magistrate Jiang was given to his steward.
The official invited Su Luo inside to sit and wait for their county magistrate to return, but Su Luo was unavailable.
She came to the county this time to check on the sales of herbal oil and to conduct market research.
Check patient reviews to see how well it works and whether improvements are needed.
He arrived at Ji'an Hall full of joy, but the joy in his eyes vanished the moment he saw what was in front of him.
A crowd had gathered in front of the gate of Ji'an Hall, and there were sounds of crying, shouting and cursing. Su Luo suddenly sensed that something was wrong.
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