After dinner, Youyin went home, saying he was going to water the vegetable garden in his grandparents' backyard.
Jiang Yue guessed that she was preparing to clean the medicinal herbs, and the little guy was afraid that she would think he was trying to steal her knowledge, so he made an excuse to leave.
In fact, her guess was pretty accurate.
Yin returned home, and his grandparents left him some food, but he had already eaten his fill at Aunt Jiang's house!
Why go home if you're already full?
Old Mrs. Qin pretended to be angry and glared at her grandson, then casually put the leftover food back into the well to hang it up.
"My aunt was getting some medicinal herbs, and I felt it wasn't convenient for me to stay, so I made an excuse to go home."
He was naive and honest, and answered his own grandmother's questions truthfully.
After listening, Old Madam Qin nodded. Her grandson's approach was correct; we shouldn't try to copy his methods!
If you're going to learn, you should do so openly and honestly by becoming a disciple!
After overhearing his wife talking to his grandson, the village chief thought for a moment and then asked with affection:
"Hey, do you want to learn how to grow medicinal herbs from your Aunt Jiang?"
"I want to! That way I can openly go to my aunt's house to play with Yao Yao!"
Yin nodded. He never hid that he liked playing with Yao Yao, and at the same time, he admired Aunt Jiang for being able to grow medicinal herbs.
"Then Grandpa will ask your aunt another day if she'd be willing to take you on as her apprentice."
The village chief loves his grandson and has a deep and far-sighted plan.
Jiang was undoubtedly a capable person. He knew how to grow medicinal herbs, but more importantly, he had the skill to process them, which was a family secret!
The son of the family is a shopkeeper in town. It looks glamorous, but in reality, the boss is nitpicky and he will be replaced if he makes the slightest mistake.
My eldest grandson is studying and also works as an accountant in a restaurant. His monthly salary is only enough for tuition. He is sixteen years old this year and I haven't found him a match yet.
The son's help is limited even with gold, not to mention there's another person in the family with silver!
Sigh, he can't count on his son anymore; he has to find a way out for his grandson!
Scholars, farmers, artisans, and merchants—although merchants were ranked last, they were also the wealthiest, weren't they?
"You old fool, don't make things difficult for the Jiang family. What if they have the talent but not the ability? If you ask them to do that, aren't you just making things difficult for them?"
Old Mrs. Qin didn't react for a moment and immediately started scolding the old man.
"Long hair, short on brains. Don't you think that if the Jiang family is willing to teach, at least we'll have a skill to support ourselves when we have money? It's better than us farming."
The village chief, unable to contain his anger, retorted and then slipped away, afraid of being caught and scolded by his wife.
In an instant, the village chief slipped away, leaving Old Qin and her grandson staring at each other in bewilderment...
Over here, Jiang Yue was busy cleaning the soil off the roots and stems of the medicinal herbs. The herbs, weighing over 600 jin (300 kg), were piled up like a mountain, and washing them was indeed time-consuming and laborious.
Fortunately, an hour later, Qingshan and Qingsong pushed the cart home, with Qingyun following behind, drenched in sweat.
"Mom, we're back!"
Qingshan took off his shirt, revealing his muscular chest. He greeted his mother first, then went to the well, lifted a bucket of water, and poured it over his head.
"Splash!"
Cool!
After Qingsong parked his stall cart, he followed suit and poured a bucket of water, feeling extremely comfortable.
Although it was hot, Qingyun wasn't as boisterous as his two older brothers. He simply continued fetching water, rolling up his sleeves and burying his face in the bucket to cool off...
"Have you eaten? If not, Mom will cook for you."
Jiang Yue shook her wet hands and asked her three sons with a smile if they had eaten lunch.
"We ate. It was too hot today, and many customers didn't come. There was a lot of cold noodles and gluten left. My brother and I thought we shouldn't wait any longer, in case they went bad."
Then he pushed the cart to pick up his third brother and went home. But when they got to the academy gate, he sold all the remaining cold noodles!
Since it was getting late, we bought some steamed buns and mantou on our way back to make do.
Once Qingsong had caught his breath, he pulled out a small stool, and while explaining, he volunteered to help his mother with chores.
“Mom, my second brother and I have figured it out. When you asked us to look at the food from other stalls, you were actually reminding us that no matter how delicious the food is, customers will get tired of it or be unable to come as promised due to weather conditions.”
So, my second brother and I thought we could sell liangpi (cold skin noodles) all year round, but that's not feasible, right?
Qingshan wiped his face, speaking while panting and shaking off the excess water droplets.
Seeing that the water in the basin on the ground was gone, I quickly fetched some water, carried it over, and poured it into the basin...
“You brothers are smart and hardworking, which makes your mother very proud. But in reality, the cold skin noodle business is only suitable for hot weather. When it gets cold, who would dare to eat cold skin noodles?”
Jiang Yue actually has high expectations for her two sons, but there are some things she can't reveal too much for the time being.
She first guided their thinking step by step, and then acted as a behind-the-scenes force.
"Mother is right, we understand. So, Uncle Guanghua wants to buy the liangpi (cold skin noodles) recipe. How much should we sell it to?"
Qingshan nodded. He and his second brother had been thinking about it all morning, and when they saw that the cold noodles were not selling well, they felt like the sky had fallen!
If you leave liangpi (cold skin noodles) overnight, or if the weather is too hot, it will go bad!
These are all real money costs. They haven't even made much money before losing money. Who would be willing to do that?
"Mother has two suggestions. You two brothers, plus Qingyun, think about it. First, sell the formula. You can set the price, but once you sell the formula, you can no longer continue to set up a street stall."
Secondly, you sell finished products, and you deliver fresh cold noodle ingredients to Uncle Guanghua's restaurant daily. You can calculate the price.
Jiang Yue didn't give specific figures, only general suggestions.
The rest can be discussed by the sons.
When Qingyun heard that she also had the right to participate, the feeling of being excluded immediately eased a lot.
He was a little embarrassed when he saw his two older brothers pushing a strange cart to pick him up today, but after overcoming that feeling, he felt proud.
His classmates didn't look down on him because his older brother sold cold noodles, which made him feel enlightened.
As he helped his brothers promote their businesses and received strong support from his classmates, his feelings of inferiority gradually disappeared...
Qingyao didn't understand these business matters and focused on helping her mother wash, dry, and spread out the medicinal herbs...
Jiang Yue didn't urge them, letting her sons discuss it.
Selling the recipe can bring in a considerable sum of money, but it's a one-time deal. Long-term business is what's truly beneficial for them!
Selling finished products is tiring because you have to wash the powder every day, and you don't earn much money each day, but the income is continuous and sustainable!
Today they also observed other stalls, which, according to the vendors, were once very popular.
But if you eat there for too long, or eat too much of it, it will gradually lose its popularity!
It's not that the taste is bad, it's just that I'm tired of eating it!
It seems that food needs to be constantly innovated, otherwise customers will get tired of the same old dishes and the restaurant will lose its popularity!
Finally, after the three brothers finished their discussion, the answer was revealed.
After reporting to their mother, they tacitly helped her with the chores.
Hurry up and wash the herbs, then let them air dry!
These medicinal herbs were painstakingly cultivated by them over the past three months; they represent Mother's hard work and dedication!
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