On the way home, the little girl probably felt that the difficult task of "apologizing" had been completed, and she became visibly relaxed and lively, and even walked a lot faster.
Although Su Qingluan was still a little worried, she thought of Song Bo's relaxed and casual attitude, and felt that it was impossible for her to come across the so-called "unique handwritten copy" by chance, so she temporarily put her mind at ease.
After the two sisters returned home, they happened to see Yang cooking in the kitchen.
Su Qingluan let her sister play in the yard by herself and went to the kitchen to see if there was anything she could help with.
"Mother, what are you doing?" Su Qingluan asked curiously when she saw Yang looking at Guan Chang's jealous expression.
"Oh, the vinegar is all gone, only the base is left. If you want to buy more, you can go to town tomorrow and buy it after the market opens. But the taste doesn't seem right without the vinegar."
Su Qingluan thought for a moment and took out a small jar the size of a palm from the bottom corner of the shelf next to her: "Mother, try this."
"What is this...?" Curious, Yang unsealed it and sniffed it: it was also aged vinegar. But it seemed subtly different from ordinary aged vinegar—the flavor was softer, less pungent, and even had a faint fruity aroma.
Su Qingli smiled and pointed the mouth of the jar towards the light so that Yang could look at it: It turned out that there was something soaking inside, but it had been pickled in vinegar and had a certain color, so it was difficult to see clearly what it was.
Su Qingluan smiled and said, "These are the wild fruits I picked in the mountains. I washed them and soaked them in vinegar. Over time, the vinegar will become more flavorful!"
Today, Yang happened to have used up her jar of aged vinegar, so she used this jar of vinegar soaked with wild fruits.
The effect is unexpectedly good. The aged vinegar soaked in wild fruits absorbs the fragrance and sweetness of the wild fruits, becoming softer. At the same time, it removes the subtle sour and bitter taste produced during the brewing process of aged vinegar, making the remaining "fruit vinegar" more delicious. Adding it to mixed vegetables makes those dishes unique in flavor.
After hearing about how the aged vinegar was improved, little Su Xueyan couldn't help but sigh, "Why is Sister always picking wild fruits lately?"
Su Xuanhe took over the conversation: "Maybe you want to pick all the fruits and eat them?"
"..." Su Qingluan glared at her brother speechlessly, but she had to admit that her brother's casual words touched upon her heart.
Autumn is gradually approaching, and in a few months, winter will come.
Su Qingluan's previous idea of helping all the villagers in Huaxi Village to survive the cold winter was not a joke, nor was it a momentary impulse.
Her reasoning was simple. Huaxi Village wasn't considered one of the harshest northern regions, with the harshest winters lasting only two or three months. Every year, villagers couldn't survive the winter, but the vast majority died not from freezing but from starvation due to a lack of food.
Su Qingluan asked the villagers what the weather was like here in winter.
The only small river running through Huaxi Village is not very surging, so it enters a dry season every winter, and a layer of ice forms on the surface that can support an ordinary adult standing.
Therefore, it is basically impossible to catch fish and shrimp in winter.
As for relying on other flying things in the sky or running on the ground, it is probably a drop in the bucket in the endless snowy world.
In addition, about half of the autumn grain harvest had to be paid in rent before it was stored in the warehouse. There was no stored grain, and no additional food could be obtained. These two factors together led to many villagers who were already in financial difficulties starving to death due to insufficient food intake in the winter.
Therefore, Su Qingluan thought that if the villagers could at least get enough food, the situation would be improved a lot.
Huaxi Village is so small and has so many people, so it would be very difficult to develop any new types of food in the village.
What's more, even if they had food, it would be difficult to preserve it for a long time.
Fortunately, Lefeng County is a must-pass road on the main transportation route. If everyone can have more salt and sugar and pickle more food as food reserves, then everyone's winter life will be much better.
However, the biggest problem now is how to get the villagers of Huaxi Village to make money together to buy reserve grain?
Su Qingluan was really troubled by this.
Lying in bed unable to sleep at night, Su Qingluan began to think about the "business" style that would suit the entire village of Huaxi.
After thinking about it for a long time, she fell asleep.
The next day, I went to the market to sell offal soup as usual.
In the past few days, the weather has become increasingly cold in the morning and evening, but the sun is still very scorching near noon. Therefore, the Su family had no choice but to endure the heavy clothes near noon.
Especially when the hot steam from the offal soup came out, Su Qingluan felt as if she and her parents were taking a sauna, which was so refreshing.
Ever since the lady selling pancakes across the street got Su Qingluan's advice and improved her pancake recipe, her business has been booming. She also didn't forget to return the favor. Whenever a customer patronized her stall, she would point to the Su family's offal soup across the street and say, "Would you like a bowl of that soup? I heard it goes really well with my pancakes!"
So, under Mrs. Xi's unremitting "promotion" and the influence of Su's offal soup itself, Su's offal soup became a unique specialty snack in Lefeng County - after all, in other places, offal is a dirty thing that must be discarded, so how can it be eaten?
Liang, the shopkeeper, had come to this offal stall twice before. The first time he came on his own, and the second time he came to bring back some offal soup for Xu Yuanwei.
Su Qingluan once teased them, "Uncle Liang, one of you is the shopkeeper of Hongfulou, and the other is the head chef. Why are you so pathetic and wanting to eat watery soup from me?"
"Alas, how can delicacies compare to this bowl of city food!" Shopkeeper Liang said half-jokingly.
In fact, although Manager Liang had the leisure to joke, he was actually secretly relieved: although offal soup is said to be something that people from all walks of life can't help but try, it is not worthy of being served in a formal restaurant. It is not suitable for the cuisine of a large-scale restaurant like "Hongfulou" and can only be a roadside stall forever.
But Su Qingluan obviously had no intention of opening a big restaurant, just as she had said at the beginning. It seemed that just setting up a small roadside stall would be fine.
Su Qingluan understood Manager Liang's concerns and reassured him: "If I want to open a restaurant, the ingredients will definitely not be offal. Hongfulou's approach is completely different from the Su family's, so there is no need to worry about not having enough customers." At the end, she winked at Manager Liang playfully.
Su Qingluan was not surprised that Manager Liang came to take a look, but there was a guest who was quite unexpected. He had come many times when she was not paying attention.
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