Chapter 395 394 Popsicle 2
The censor stood before the emperor, bowed his head and listened, "Your Majesty, due to the disaster of last year's cold winter, the people are not having a good time this year, but the popsicle workshop only allows teenagers between the ages of ten and sixteen to sell the goods, allowing them to sell them in the street market to supplement their family income. All popsicles are sold at a uniform price of one cent."
If the owner behind this workshop was not the youngest son of King Jin, he would not be able to stop the evil hands that wanted to monopolize the business and raise prices.
Emperor Jingyuan was fully aware of the implication behind the censor's words, and replied calmly, "I understand!"
"Yes." The censor lowered his head and quietly retreated.
Emperor Jingyuan turned his head and looked at the ice jar placed next to the dragon table, which was filled with ice cubes for cooling down. If he were not the emperor, the silver he spent on ice in one day would cost an ordinary person a month's living expenses.
Pinching his eyebrows, this little cousin of his, even if he makes money, he does it in a legitimate way, he is really a talented person!
The King of Jin also knew that his youngest son had been implicated. When his son returned from duty, the King called him over and asked, "One cent a stick?"
"Um."
Prince Jin stared at his son, as if he could still make money?
If it were someone else, Zhao Lan would not bother to speak, but he was the boss after all, so he just hummed.
"How much do you earn?" Prince Jin still didn't believe it.
Zhao Lan raised his eyelids. "We have two sources of ice. One is the ice stored in the caves of Xishan last winter. The other is that it is convenient and quick to make ice with nitrate. Combining these two aspects, plus appropriate salt, sugar and other ingredients, the cost of making 100 popsicles on a large scale is about 20 to 30 cents."
Now, in addition to the 200,000 to 300,000 popsicles shipped into Bianliang City every day, the area around the capital can probably consume 200,000 to 300,000 popsicles. They also set up workshops in Qi, Lu, Yan and Liao to sell popsicles. These things are obviously very small and low in price, but they are sold in large quantities through scale, and the income is quite considerable.
King Jin asked, "So how many are produced every day?"
Zhao Lan seemed not to have heard his father's question. He raised his hand and saluted, "Father, I have worked a day's duty and am so hungry that I will leave now."
King Jin: ...
How could his son not tell him how much money he made? King Jin was so angry that his beard stood up, but his youngest son turned around and walked out of his sight in two or three steps, as if he hadn't seen anything.
"I... this bastard..."
He said he was going to Xishan to check out some vegetables half a month ago, but he hasn't set off yet. Su Ruojin was going to pack her bags and leave early this morning, but Zhao Lan asked her to wait. That was fine, as several sisters-in-law came to visit her this morning, asking her in various ways whether she could make money by selling popsicles at one cent each.
What a joke! Even if I made some money, Su Ruojin thought to herself, I can’t tell you.
She smiled like a tiger without claws, "I'm sorry to make you sisters-in-law laugh at me, but the money I earned is enough for me to buy rouge and powder."
Seeing that Su could evade any question she asked, the third sister-in-law Yu's smile turned dry and she winked at the sister-in-law beside her.
The fifth sister-in-law Liao stood up and said goodbye, "The child is young, and we are afraid that he will make trouble, so we will not disturb you. Come to our yard and sit down when you have time."
"As long as the sisters-in-law don't find me annoying, I will definitely go."
"What are you talking about, sister-in-law? My fifth sister-in-law and I will definitely be ready to welcome you."
Su Ruojin smiled and politely escorted the two out of the door. She stood in the corridor until they disappeared at the gate of the courtyard. Then she turned around and patted her fake-smiling face, "It's really not easy to be the daughter-in-law of a wealthy family."
Chun Xiao couldn't help laughing and said, "Madam, isn't it easy for you to be a madam?"
No matter whether it was the relationship between the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, the interactions between the sisters-in-law, or the management of the businesses of the two owners of the dressmaking shop, if it wasn't for Prince Pingyang rushing in the front, Su Ruojin had never worried about internal or external affairs, and was as relaxed as if she was on vacation.
Zhao Lan returned to the courtyard and saw his wife standing in the corridor looking at the gate. He smiled and said, "Ah Jin, are you waiting for your husband?"
Su Ruojin: ...
Although she didn't wait, her friend was in a good mood, and Su Ruojin was not a person who would spoil the fun. She quickly walked down the stairs with a smile, and fluttered towards Zhao Lan like a swallow, "Alan, did you go to the workshop today? How was your sales today?"
"Of course it's good."
Salt water ice, which cost only one cent a stick, became a must-buy heat-relief artifact for workers in the streets, canal docks, and various shops, and was very popular.
Su Ruojin put her arms around Zhao Lan's neck. Zhao Lan took the opportunity to hold his little wife and carried her up the stairs back to the room.
The host and his wife were very loving, and the maids and servants all retreated like the tide, like masters of invisibility.
For a moment, the only people left in the huge yard were the young couple hugging each other.
As the sun sets, the courtyard is filled with rosy clouds, and cicadas are chirping and birds are flying.
"Ajin, what's for dinner?"
"The shop sent some big river shrimps over. I made garlic shrimps. Do you like them?"
"I love to eat whatever Ah Jin cooks."
Su Ruojin: ...
Will listening to sweet talk every day cause tooth decay?
Tonight, the staple food is cold noodles, and the side dishes include garlic shrimps, stir-fried chicken greens, crystal stewed meat, and cold-mixed bean curd. The main goal is to make it as refreshing as possible in this hot summer day.
"Alan, I've got some fruit wine, would you like a glass?"
Zhao Lan glanced at Su Ruojin.
She thought Zhao Lan thought the alcohol content was too low, "Then should I switch to sake?"
Zhao Lan shook his head. Under the dim light, his handsome face moved closer to her and whispered, "Didn't Ah Jin say that drinking is bad for children, regardless of gender?"
Su Ruojin paused as she was about to bring the fruit wine to her lips.
He wants a child?
But...but she is only nineteen years old!
"This... this... A-Lan... don't you want to spend some time alone together?"
Once you have a child, if you want to be so intimate again, I'm afraid...
Eyes met.
Zhao Lan blinked. When he wanted to "kidnap" his young wife, his first thought was to have a child like her. But his young wife was right. With a child, how could he pester his young wife for affection anytime and anywhere?
For the first time, Zhao Lan intuitively felt the meaning of "you can't have your cake and eat it too".
The two looked at each other for a few seconds, and Zhao Lan said dazedly in his wife's lively eyes, "Then... drink less?"
Ha! She actually agreed to postpone having children.
Su Ruojin raised her glass excitedly, "Brother Jin, come on, let's clink glasses."
The green plum wine, which has almost no alcohol content, is chilled and refreshing. A sip of it slides all the way to the heart, making you feel extremely comfortable.
Mao Ya wanted to come up and peel shrimp for his wife, but Zhao Lan waved her off. He put down his chopsticks and peeled shrimp for Su Ruojin, chatting as he peeled, "What were you busy doing at home today?"
"Of course, I'm packing my luggage for Xishan tomorrow."
After peeling one, Zhao Lan brought it to Su Youjin's mouth. She opened her mouth and ate the peeled prawn. "Thank you, Brother Jin!"
He was obviously being naughty, saying thank you, but his eyes were cunning and deliberately saying "Hurry up, I want to eat more."
Zhao Lan smiled dotingly and continued to peel shrimps diligently. He couldn't help thinking that when he had a daughter, he would peel shrimps for her again. Then he would be like his teacher, the happiest man in the world.
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