Lingyin became interested upon hearing this: "What kind of money-making schemes are you talking about?"
There was no way for the family to make a living. They would wait until the harvest was plentiful, set aside enough food for the family, and sell the surplus for money. Her father, Ling Laosan, was a carpenter, but he didn't earn much, just enough to cover the family's expenses.
"It's the kimchi you just brought to our house. I tried it and it's delicious. If we sold it on the street, it would definitely be popular with customers."
The glimmer of hope that had risen on Ling Yin's face was mostly extinguished.
“Sister Lian’er, do you think our family hasn’t done this before? We used to send pickled vegetables to sell in Washi in the west, but they didn’t sell well.” She shook her head and smiled bitterly.
To the west there is a market that sells general merchandise, such as local specialties, homegrown vegetables, pickled vegetables and sauces. There are no stalls there, or rather, you have to fight for a stall. People just sit on both sides of the street, put their goods in front of them and sell them.
“Listen to me, the way we make kimchi needs to be changed, and the location of the stall needs to be changed as well,” Qiao Lian’er said.
Kimchi made with wasabi and ginger is already so delicious, but if you use a different kind of spice, it will taste even better.
In the world she came from, kimchi always sold very well. In a country called South Korea, everyone ate kimchi.
"How else can kimchi be made?" Lingyin asked curiously.
"It tastes even better if you use the kind of chili peppers that my family sells."
Da Yong immediately replied: "Our family won't ask you for money. We have plenty of chili peppers. Feel free to take them."
Of course, he wasn't being generous with his family's money; if there were any costs involved, he had some silver on him that he could use to cover them.
Qiao Lian'er's lips twitched. "Big cousin, can't you be worth something?" Although she hadn't even thought about asking for money.
"Huh, it's free?" Lingyin was stunned again.
The carriage ride was free, and the chili peppers were free too; the Qiao family treated her so well.
Looking at Da Yong's somewhat eager eyes, she vaguely understood.
The brother and sister came to chase after her in a horse-drawn carriage, hoping to make her rich, and rich at low cost.
A feeling of warmth and tenderness welled up in my heart, like cotton wool keeping me warm in winter.
Qiao Lian'er: "No, just share some with us after you've made it."
Lingyin thought it was feasible. She had tasted the chili peppers sold at stall number eight, and the direct yet not pungent spiciness was exactly the kind of spiciness she had always dreamed of. Moreover, the color was also beautiful; if used on kimchi, it would definitely be a bright yellow.
She was tempted.
“Then I’ll go back and try it. If it tastes even better, I’ll rent a stall.”
Da Yong secretly clutched his sleeve, inside which was the pocket money that Grandma Qiao had given to their grandchildren. It should be about two taels of silver. If two taels wasn't enough, he would borrow it from his second and third brothers.
However, Lingyin would definitely not accept so much silver at once. What excuse should he use?
Pretend to lend it to her, and once you get married, you won't have to pay back the money you lent her.
Thinking about this, Dayong felt that he was very clever.
“You don’t need to rent a stall,” Qiao Lian’er said. “Once you’ve finished making it, just bring it to my stall and I’ll sell it for you.”
Da Yong glanced at Qiao Lian'er in surprise. He thought his method was clever, but Lian'er's was even cleverer.
Ling Yin's eyes flickered. Indeed, there were many people at stall number eight, and selling kimchi was just a side thing for her. Maybe this way, she could really sell quite a lot.
She suddenly picked up Qiao Lian'er and lifted her up to her own height.
"You guys are so kind. Once we make some money, you can take a share. Otherwise, I can't just use your stall for free."
When Qiao Lian'er was lifted up like this, she felt like her shoulders were about to dislocate, and her ribs were cracking.
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