At the same time, the town and the county also started the ice jelly business in full swing. The only pity was that the county's poetry conference had ended.
Yesterday was the last day. In the entire sinking market, except for He Guanqi who had goods in hand, the army of ice jelly people in the village who rushed there in the afternoon only got a little profit.
With the successful conclusion of the poetry conference the next day, the ice jelly business began to decline.
The entire sinking market started with 25 wen per bowl, and then dropped to 20 wen, 15 wen, 10 wen, 8 wen...
It falls every day.
But even if it drops to five cents, many people can still earn hundreds of cents a day.
After all, the ingredients of ice jelly are a big business, and the country people are simple and honest. They don’t think that the money spent by the whole family is also money, so many people are very satisfied after earning a few hundred coins.
But as more and more people knew the secret recipe, ice jelly gradually became available, and everyone knew that it couldn't be made for long.
Even the price of Fu Shun Lou fell from the altar, from 40 cents to 20 cents, but the price of Fu Shun Lou's iced drinks did not fall to the bottom.
Not only because it contains water, but also a small amount of bird's nest...
Although it is a bit unconventional to serve bird's nest with ice jelly, Fu Shun Lou has made a lot of money from this wave of profits.
On the other hand, Li Erniu and the two brothers of the Song family were doing very well in the neighboring county. If their materials had not been used up, they probably would not have been willing to come back.
In the next county, the price is still twenty cents.
After the villagers found out, they began to make great efforts to advance to the next county. However, Fushunlou, who knew the secret recipe, would not be slow to act either.
But during this gap in time, many people who were smart and had connections that could mobilize ox carts made a lot of money.
"Have you heard? Li Erniu and the Song family, in the next county, sell seven or eight barrels a day..."
"The prices in the neighboring county have also come down recently..."
“Although it’s falling every day, it’s also being sold every day…”
“…”
These days, the whole village was full of gossip. One night, Li Erniu and Song Mao, the eldest son of the Song family, came to the house, slightly drunk.
Upon asking, we found out that business in the neighboring county was also declining, but this did not affect the value of their first bite of crab.
"Aunt, your Zhao family is simply my adopted father," Li Erniu even said exaggeratedly.
Old Mrs. Zhao was a bit naive. She covered her mouth and asked, "How much do you two earn?"
"you guess."
"I never want to hear these two words in my life, 宍说."
“This number.”
Li Erniu made a three sign with his hands.
"Three taels?"
"no……"
"You unlucky child, don't let your aunt guess."
"Thirty-two taels. The Song brothers and I sold the ox cart, and we still got two taels more. But we still remember your kindness, so the three of us bought some things. You must accept them."
As he spoke, he saw that the ox cart behind Li Erniu was half loaded with things, including rice, flour, oil, a bag of cotton wool, and two pieces of coarse cloth, all of which were hard currency in that era.
"Oh, it's too expensive..."
Although Old Mrs. Zhao said this, she couldn't help but feel jealous.
This made the entire Zhao family feel embarrassed, but the Zhao family also knew that if they didn't accept it, it would be of no use.
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