Chapter 46 That’s Six Hundred Wen
As soon as Sang Yu tasted the syrup made from golden berries, his eyes lit up.
She has eaten the processed golden berries, which are very sweet but still a bit astringent.
Now after soaking in salt water and then boiling, the astringency is gone, leaving only sweetness, a sweetness with a fruity aroma, which makes people feel happy when taking a sip.
Apparently, she wasn't the only one who felt this way. As the syrup entered their mouths, everyone's face showed a hint of satisfaction. It was so delicious.
After Sang Xinghao slurped the syrup on the tip of his chopsticks, he was reluctant to spit it out. He sucked hard and seemed to be able to taste a hint of sweetness.
Seeing this scene, Sang Yu felt very distressed. She took a new bowl and scooped a spoonful of syrup for him separately, and told him: "Eat slowly, don't get burned."
She doesn't feel bad about the child eating candy, but she is afraid that he will get burned because the syrup is freshly made and the temperature is very high.
Sang Xinghao refused to take it: "Sister, I don't want to eat."
"Huh? Didn't it seem like you liked it just now? Are you tired of it so quickly?" Sang Yu was stunned, thinking that he was choking.
But I heard him say: "Sell it to build a house."
They didn't avoid him when they chatted before, but they didn't expect that he was so young and was also worried about the lack of money at home.
This child is really too sensible. Sometimes Sang Yu even hopes that he can be more naughty instead of maturing too early.
She forcefully shoved the bowl into Sang Xinghao's hands and smiled calmly, "Sister can earn enough money to build a house, so she doesn't need this bite of food from you."
The syrup cooled down very quickly. When it was almost set, Sang Yu quickly used chopsticks to cut it into small pieces, so that it could be broken into small pieces for sale after it was completely set.
The sugar conversion rate of golden cherry is not very high. If appropriate sugar is added during the cooking process, the yield will be relatively increased.
For example, the one made from the berries of the golden rosa can produce about 300 grams of sugar per kilogram. If you want to increase the yield, you will have to reduce the sweetness.
Two large bags of golden berries weigh about 40 kilograms, but only about 10 kilograms of sugar can be boiled out. The yield is indeed not high.
But if you calculate carefully, they can be said to be doing a business with no capital investment. If they can sell it at the price of malt sugar, that would be 600 coins.
Before, Sang Yongjing was always worried about where the money to build the house would come from, but now the problem has been solved.
Of course, that is an ideal. In reality, no one would buy ten kilograms of sugar at once. It would probably take a long time to sell all the sugar.
Unlike the rational Sang Yu, the others have already started discussing going into the mountains to pick more golden berries tomorrow morning.
She couldn't help but persuade him, "We can't sell all the sugar we pick, so let's take a break."
However, the people whose minds were filled with money could not listen to these words and continued to discuss them heatedly.
Sang Yu could only sit aside and listen quietly as they discussed how to make a fortune by making sugar from golden berries and open a sugar shop to become a wealthy businessman.
She: ...Then I wish you success.
Regardless of whether there are so many golden berries on the mountain, even if the golden berries are out of season after a while, it will be futile for them to make money from them.
Pieces of sugar of similar size were piled up in a small basket woven from cattail leaves, filling it up.
Generally speaking, sugar is best stored in a sealed ceramic jar to avoid moisture, just like salt.
But they didn't have any extra clay pots at home, so they only used one to cook, and it was not easy to find a suitable one.
It was still early, and Sang Yu planned to take some candies to a street stall outside the canyon and try to sell them.
However, the staff turnover there is too low, and there are other people selling candy, so her business probably won't be very good. If she really wants to sell more, she has to go into the city.
But this time she went there not just to sell candy, she wanted to find out more detailed information, maybe she could think of a way to save people.
Picking up another small basket containing about two kilograms of sugar, she took Sang Xinghao's hand and walked towards the canyon.
When arriving at the street market, Sang Yu deliberately avoided Shen Xiucai's stall and found an empty space near the shed to set up his stall.
There was still a faint smell of stench here. Sang Xinghao pricked his nose and had a bitter face, but he still sat obediently beside Sang Yu.
Seeing this, Sang Yu gently touched his head and said, "Hao'er, bear with it. I'll make you candied haws when we get back."
Before she left, she was unable to persuade the couple, so they went into the mountains with their backpacks to pick golden berries.
When she returned, she could use the golden berries they picked to make him a few strings of golden berry candied haws. She had forgotten to leave some of the pulp.
When he saw the candied haws, Sang Xinghao's eyes lit up instantly. He looked around curiously, hoping to go home early.
Sang Yu took the leaves off the basket and spread them on the ground, then took out a few brown-red sugar cubes and arranged them neatly to form a small pyramid.
After finishing, she sat and waited for customers to come. In her spare time, she was not idle and asked the girl of the same age as her at the stall next to her.
The girl at the stall next to her was selling food. She had half a bag each of husked rice and sun-dried soybeans, probably some extra food grown at home.
Next to her was a steelyard, one of the main reasons Sang Yu had chosen this spot. Today, they couldn't sell candy by the portion; they needed to use a scale to weigh it.
"Miss, can I borrow your scale for a while? It costs money." Sang Yu started the conversation under the pretext of borrowing the scale.
Jiang A Miao looked at her when she heard the voice, and when she saw the candy in front of her, she immediately understood.
He agreed readily: "Okay, I rented this scale too, so I won't charge more. Let's split the rent."
Even a scale is made of iron, which costs a lot of money to buy. Unlike other iron tools, it is not used frequently, so few people buy it. They just rent it when they need it.
And if Sang Yu was willing to split the rent with her, she would be at a disadvantage. It was almost noon now, and she had already used the scale many times in the morning.
Sang Yu saw through her little thoughts but didn't expose her. He agreed directly: "Okay, I'll thank you first."
Seeing that she really agreed, Jiang A Miao felt a little embarrassed and her little face turned red.
"Don't call me 'girl' all the time. It's too strange. My name is Jiang A Miao. You can call me A Miao."
"A Miao, that's a good name. I'm Sang Yu, Sang from mulberry tree, and Yu from elm tree."
After introducing themselves to each other, the two became more familiar with each other. After a brief chat, Sang Yu subtly began to ask for the information he wanted to know.
"A Miao, to be honest, I smell a strange smell here. I don't know if you can smell it." As she spoke, she covered her mouth and nose with her hands to make her words more convincing.
Jiang A Miao had long been dissatisfied with the smell and had complained to her family, but her family members said that those people were not easy to deal with and asked her to endure it or avoid them.
When she heard Sang Yu mention the strange smell, she started complaining like a machine gun.
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