Chapter 268: Rare things are more valuable than abundant things
The duck eggs that were once worth one penny each doubled in value in Sang Zhixia's hands today.
Along with duck eggs, there are also chicken eggs and goose eggs.
The people called by Sang Zhixia were all elderly women who were unable to do heavy work. More than a dozen of them surrounded Sang Zhixia who was sitting on a small stool.
Sang Zhixia ignored the chill in the air, took off his cloak, rolled up his sleeves, and motioned to Xu Yu to open the sorghum wine he had brought from the winery.
Xu Yu lifted the wine jar with one hand and said, "Pour it into the basin?"
"right."
Two jars of the best sorghum wine were poured in. Xu Tongsheng, who witnessed this scene, covered his chest with his hands and was almost heartbroken.
A jar of wine costs three taels of silver!
How can these eggs, which are counted by the pennies, be worthy of such a good thing?
These eggs don't deserve it!
Sang Zhixia suppressed a smile and ignored Xu Tongsheng's distorted face. She rolled the clean duck egg in the wine for a while, then fished it out and handed it to Xu Yu: "Roll it in salt."
Xu Yu did as he was told, and the light green duck egg shell was immediately covered with snow-white salt grains and gently placed in a wooden barrel lined with dry straw.
Sang Zhixia took a look and nodded with satisfaction: "That's it."
The people watching the learning were a little puzzled, and one couldn't help but say, "Just rolling it twice like this will do it?"
So simple?
Sang Zhixia saw the confusion on her face and said with a smile, "Yes, that's all."
In fact, it is best to wrap the salted eggs with a layer of Red River mud, so that the flavor will be more intense.
But Sang Zhixia had someone try to look for it a few days ago, but there were no mudflats to be found in the northwest, and the red river mud she wanted was nowhere to be found.
When there are no other options, the simplest solution becomes the most appropriate.
As Sang Zhixia was talking, a few more duck eggs covered in salt appeared in the barrel. The person who first asked the question asked curiously, "So, once you put these in, they'll stay pickled?"
"That can't be."
Sang Zhixia explained, "Once it's done, marinate it for twenty days. After twenty days, remove the lid and boil two to taste the saltiness. If it's just right, take it out. If it's too bland, marinate it for a few more days."
With salt grains for pickling and sealing, the shelf life can be extended a lot, and there is no need to worry about it going bad in a short time.
Sang Zhixia moved a little further and motioned for those who were closer to come and try it.
It is something so simple that even children can easily complete it, and it is not difficult at all to do.
The seat where Sang Zhixia had been sitting was quickly given to someone else. Xu Yu took her washed hands and carefully wiped off the water droplets, and put down her sleeves.
Xu Yu lowered his eyes to touch Sang Zhixia's sleeve and said casually, "You're going to make all these into salted eggs, are you planning to sell them in the city?"
"I'm going to sell it, but not in the city."
If we take them to the city to sell, there will be no need to waste the salt and wine. It will be the same if we just take them away.
Xu Yu narrowed his eyes.
Sang Zhixia lowered her voice and said, "Isn't Third Uncle planning to go outside the customs again next month? I want him to take the salted eggs he made outside the customs for takeout."
The Northwest is already bitterly cold and barren, but compared with the nomadic tribes outside the Great Wall, the little wind and snow inside the Great Wall is just a drizzle.
It is impossible to raise poultry and other living creatures outside the Great Wall. There are more cattle and sheep, less arable land and less variety in food. Various eggs are rare and delicious things for people outside the Great Wall.
Sang Zhixia pulled back her dried hands and said slowly, "Most of the caravans going to and from the border areas carry long-lasting dry goods, grain, alcohol, chicken, duck, and goose eggs, which are fragile items. Not many people are willing to take the trouble to bring them over. If Third Uncle takes them over, he will be the only one who can do it."
Things are more valuable when they are rare, not when they are abundant.
If it is rare among outsiders, then there will naturally be no worries about sales.
Xu Yu remained silent, and Sang Zhixia continued to herself, "Once these salted eggs are pickled, we can cook them and put them in the baskets at once. We don't need to worry about any bumps on the road, as they won't break anyway."
But this kind of business can only be done before the weather gets hot.
When the weather gets hot, the cooked salted eggs cannot be kept for long and cannot withstand the delay on the road.
Xu Yu never interfered in farm matters, and whatever Sang Zhixia said was the truth.
Seeing that he just nodded, Sang Zhixia said with a smile: "Don't you want to ask something else?"
Xu Yu: "What do you want to ask?"
"You've thought it through, haven't you? Just do it your way."
If Sang Zhixia finds it inconvenient to do something or is unable to do it, he will naturally step forward to help.
When you don't need him, just listen.
Sang Zhixia curled her lips and smiled.
Xu Yu took her hand and said, "As you requested, the harvest has already started in the greenhouse today. Shall we go take a look now?"
The early rice grown in the greenhouse is the key to the harvest in the new year.
Sang Zhixia initially estimated that a yield of 550 kilograms per mu would meet the target, after all, not a single fat person could be grown in the ground.
When it comes to farming, you can't be impatient.
But when the rice harvested from the fields was pulled out and weighed, everyone present cheered in ecstasy when they saw the number written on the paper.
"Six hundred and twelve pounds!"
Lin Yun, sweating profusely from all the hard work, grinned happily, "Boss! I weighed it three times, and it's a whopping 612 pounds!"
There was a slight tremor in the depths of Xu Yu's eyes, and the hand holding Sang Zhixia involuntarily gained a little more strength.
Sang Zhixia gasped and slapped his arm, then walked over and said with a smile, "Who's going to collect the one furthest to the west first?"
"The boss guessed right, it's that one!"
Lin Yun raised his hand to wipe the mud that had covered his forehead. He bared his teeth in delight and said, "I see that the ear of corn over there isn't the fullest yet. If we continue down, there might be even taller ones!"
For an ordinary family, a harvest of about 200 kilograms per acre of land is considered good, but the harvest in the greenhouse is three times as much!
And Sang Zhixia said this is just the beginning!
Golden rice ears roll in waves in the rice fields under the greenhouse, and the unique rice fragrance is refreshing and invigorating.
Xu Yu didn't try to stop Sang Zhixia and jumped directly into the field. When he bent down, the smile on his face was reflected among the surging rice waves, which was more silently intoxicating than all the fine wines Xu Yu had ever drunk.
Xu Yu's fingertips hanging at his side curled slightly as he stared at the mulberry branches in the field. Xia's mouth corners curled up uncontrollably. He looked left and right, walked over, and grabbed the sickle in Song Liu's hand.
Song Liu was drinking water when he looked down and found his hands empty. He looked at Xu Yu, who was harvesting with a sickle in hand, and stamped his feet anxiously: "Hey, young master, what are you doing with my sickle?"
"You took my job, what am I supposed to do?!"
Song Liu hurriedly chased after Xu Yu, trying to get his sickle back, but the early rice of this season in the greenhouse had just begun to bring surprises.
Before the early rice matures, Sang Zhixia designates an experimental field area in the greenhouse as a restricted area where no one else is allowed to enter.
Apart from Sang Zhixia himself, the only people who could come here to help were the twenty or so people Xu Yu sent back from outside.
But when harvesting, there is no need to be so cautious, so Sang Zhixia simply called more people from the farm to help.
After five days of harvesting and threshing, the Xu family's greenhouse early rice once again created a miracle of a bumper harvest.
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