“Okay.” Ye Bajin readily agreed.
Ye Caiping took out two coins and stuffed them into his hand. Ye Bajin hesitated for a moment, but finally had no choice but to accept them.
To buy the large quantities of spices, she had to go to the county.
The town is only so big. If she sells spicy soup here in a few days, the owner of Ping An Tang will definitely recognize her. He can find out the recipe with just one lookup.
So we have to buy it from the county.
Soon, they arrived in the county town.
This place is much more bustling than the town.
Following the original owner's memories, Ye Caiping arrived at a pharmacy in the county town.
One pound each of star anise, Sichuan peppercorns, and cinnamon, along with cumin, bay leaves, cloves, and so on—a total of 13 spices.
Ye Caiping bought six kinds of spices at this pharmacy, and then went to another pharmacy to buy the remaining seven.
It cost a total of 3 taels of silver.
Ye Caiping felt a pang of heartache; this precious ingredient was actually so expensive!
However, in this era, no one cultivates it on a large scale, and there are few people who understand and collect medicinal herbs, so it is understandable that it is expensive.
After buying the spices, Ye Caiping went back to town with Ye Bajin.
Seeing that there was still some time, Ye Caiping went to the grain shop.
I bought 3 jin of soy sauce, 3 jin of salt, 5 jin of wheat flour, 1 jin of sesame seeds, 1 jin of starch, half a jin of white sugar, and 30 jin of refined white rice.
These days she's been eating rice bran porridge and cassava for every meal, and she's almost numb from it. Now that she has money, she has to improve her diet and at least treat herself to something nice.
It must be said that salt and sugar were really expensive in those days. Salt cost 50 coins per pound, and sugar cost 40 coins.
All in all, it cost more than 800 yuan.
Ye Caiping first loaded the things onto Ye Bajin's oxcart before going to the butcher shop.
"Boss, how much is this meat?"
"What kind of meat do you want? Fatty pork is 25 coins per catty, pork belly is 20 coins, lean meat and ribs are 15 coins. Large bones are 10 coins."
Ye Caiping realized that there wasn't much oil left at home, so she needed to refine it:
"I'll take 10 jin of pork fat, 5 jin of pork belly, and 3 jin of spare ribs." Then, glancing at the offal beside him, his eyes lit up: "How much is this offal per jin?"
"Five coins! It's quite difficult to make this stuff taste good; only the chefs in restaurants have the skill to do it."
Ye Caiping understood; people in this era still knew how to eat offal.
Poor families simply lack the ingredients to practice their cooking skills and are reluctant to use oil and seasonings, which is why their dishes don't taste good, and naturally, fewer people buy them.
"Then I'll take 3 catties of pig liver!"
Carrying the meat, Ye Caiping returned to the place where the oxcart was parked, completely satisfied.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
