Chapter 272 Mother, You Need to Be More Confident
"Will we have to wait for half a month?"
With so many precedents, Sang Yongjing no longer dared to question what she did, but just felt that the time was too long.
Sang Yu nodded slightly. "Actually, the longer the better. The whiter the icing will be. But since we're using it ourselves and not selling it, half a month is enough."
Not only that, half a month is just the right time for the pearl drink store.
The shop had only been open for about ten days and wasn't very well-known yet. By changing the sugar used to change the taste, old customers wouldn't find the flavor any worse, and new customers would be more impressed.
By that time, "Journey to the West" will be almost halfway through, and with the accumulated experience, it is time for it to become a hit.
By then, with the endorsement of Zhongjia Teahouse and the taste of the pearl drinks being really good, there would be no worries about not being popular and famous.
She asked Sang Yongjing and Sang Xingjia to move the pottery jars with tiles stuck in them to the cellar, while she herself started to make cement boards.
She came back early today and the two children were still in school. She planned to take advantage of this opportunity to paint the dried cement boards with ink.
Sang Yu was not good at grinding. She poured a lot of water into the inkstone, held the end of the ink and rubbed it back and forth vigorously, just like making rice cakes.
When Sang Xingjia finished moving the things and came out, he was immediately shocked by her rude behavior.
"Hey, little sister, you can't grind ink like this. Let me do it." He couldn't stand it anymore, so he quickly stopped and took the ink stick himself.
He first poured out all the water in the inkstone, then cleaned it and dried it, and then he held the ink stick and prepared to grind the ink.
I saw him using his hands as a ladle to scoop up a little water and drop it into the inkstone pool. The water was about five inches deep.
Sang Xingjia did not forget to explain to Sang Yu: "Little sister, you have already opened the inkstone. Now you can skip that step and directly fill it with water. But remember, it is better to use less water than more. At most, 50% is enough."
Then he held the ink vertically and slowly pushed and pulled it to start grinding the ink.
Unlike Sang Yu who polished the inkstone back and forth vigorously, Sang Xingjia also pushed and pulled the inkstone back and forth, but he always kept it in the middle position.
It’s true, the ink stick that Sang Yu had spent a long time grinding but still wasn’t good enough was easily ground out by him as soon as it came into his hands as if he just waved his arm and made ink.
Soon, pitch-black ink emerged from the grinding area and gradually permeated the water in the ink pool.
When the overall color of the ink turned rich and black, Sang Xingjia picked up the ink stick, wiped it dry carefully and put it aside to dry in the shade.
"You can use it now." He smiled and gestured to Sang Yu.
Sang Yu didn't bother to be polite with him. He filled the brush with ink and applied it to the dried cement board.
She only painted one side, put it aside to dry, and then continued to paint the next one.
Cement absorbs water very well, and the previous cement board is completely dry before the next one is even applied.
Sang Yu applied three layers of ink on each side of the cement board, and then tried to write on it a few times with chalk, and then nodded with satisfaction.
"I'll ask Mom to make a cloth bag for Xiao Zhao to carry with her. Then she won't have to write on the ground when she wants to."
It was better in the village, there was soil everywhere and she could write freely.
But when she got to the city, where some slightly higher-class places were mostly paved with bluestone bricks, she was unable to express her ideas.
Sang Yu will not support her for the rest of her life. The right thing to do is to wait until she has studied in a private school for a few years, learns to read and do math, and then let her go to the city to work as an accountant or find other ways out.
"Why bother looking back? I've already made it. Try to see if you can put it on."
Xie Qiujin, who was sitting on the side picking vegetables and watching the show, wiped the mud off her hands with a rag, went back to her room and took out a cloth cross-body bag, which was about the same size as the cement board in her hand.
After a brief moment of surprise, Sang Yu was delighted. While stuffing the cement board into her bag, she asked curiously, "Mom, when did you make this? How come I didn't know about it?"
Xie Qiujin said with a smile: "You said you would treat Xiao Zhao as a member of our family, so naturally, mother won't be partial to her and leave out her things. Is the size right? If not, I'll adjust it tonight."
Apart from Old Lady Shi, she should be the one who accepted the addition of another person to the family the fastest. Since her own daughter said that she wanted to treat Xiao Zhao as her own child, she would not be partial.
Starting from the time Sang Yu finished making the cement boards and placed them by the wall to dry, she took advantage of the fact that they were not at home to measure the sizes and start making the bags.
Not only the bag, she also made a set of winter clothes for the child by herself and planned to give it to her in a few days.
Unexpectedly, she took every word she said to heart. Sang Yu felt her eyes warm and quickly changed the subject to talk about the bag in her hand.
"It's the perfect size, and there's even a little pocket on the outside for chalk. Mom, you're such a talented designer. Hey, there's even a moon embroidered here."
She originally just wanted to divert attention and praise Xie Qiujin's craftsmanship, but she didn't expect that the more she looked at the small bag in her hand, the more exquisite it seemed.
"Mom, I think if you make this bag smaller, it will sell well."
Sang Yu's words were not mindless praise. As for herself, although she was now wearing a modified skirt and pants, which were more convenient than the original skirt, she still had no pockets on her body.
If you want to carry some money with you when you go out, you either have to hang a purse around your waist or just stuff the change around your waist. If you are not careful, it can be stolen or lost.
This crossbody bag has two layers, inner and outer, and can be closed at the top. It can be made smaller to hold small items like money or rouge, which would be perfect.
The more she thought about it, the more she felt that this thing had a future. Sang Yu looked at Xie Qiujin with shining eyes and said, "Mom, just do two more as I say."
She certainly didn't expect to rely on Xie Qiujin alone to make and sell the bags. Even if she worked day and night, she wouldn't be able to finish the job and wouldn't make much money.
What she was thinking of was to take the finished products made by Xie Qiujin and find a garment store to cooperate with, and have them find embroiderers to make them according to the samples.
In this way, she doesn't have to worry about other stores copying her products, nor does she have to spend too much on labor and materials. It's just like selling design drafts.
"It's not difficult to make two more, but why make so many?" Xie Qiujin was puzzled.
It is obvious that this packaging cement board is just right. We can replace it when it breaks. Why do we have to make new ones now, and two at that?
As soon as Sang Yu expressed her idea, Xie Qiujin immediately shook her head and rejected it: "No, no, Yu'er, you think too highly of me. It's just a simple little bag, why would I need to buy it specially?"
She didn't think her ideas could be sold at all.
Unable to bear seeing her look down on him like that, Sang Yu immediately frowned and said, "Mom, you need to be more confident."
"There's clearly no such bag on the market, but you were the first to think of it. That shows you're smart enough. I'm sure a lot of people will like it."
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