"Yes, we can pick quite a lot. The harvests in the past two years were not enough to eat. This year we can finally have a good harvest."
As the orchard grows larger and the number of fruit trees increases, the first batch of trees that were air-pressed have begun to bear fruit this year. Although there aren't many, we can still pick some.
She put all the leftover fruit into her spatial storage. Now that various fruits are ripe, Xu Han plans to make them into jam or canned fruit.
However, I've been quite busy lately, so this matter has been delayed. It seems I need to find some time to put it on the agenda.
Otherwise, if the fruit sits for too long, it won't be easy to take it out. Fresh fruit doesn't keep well, and it's not appropriate to take it out in public. It's better to find a time to dispose of it.
Xu Han and Zhou Shi continued picking until Mu'er came to call them back for breakfast, at which point they stopped what they were doing.
Xu Han said, "Let's go back first, and we can pick the rest after breakfast."
“Alright, Madam, you can go back first. I’ll go call them back for breakfast and take the pears we picked back with me.”
"Okay, I'll head back now. Go quickly and come back soon."
After Xu Han finished speaking, she took Mu'er's hand, and the two of them headed home first.
Zhou went in the opposite direction, first to the valley to call the people back, and then, while passing by the orchard, carried home the pears the two had picked.
In one morning, Xu Han and Zhou picked a total of seven or eight baskets of fresh pears, each basket weighing at least eighty or ninety jin (40 or 45 kg), which added up to about seven hundred jin (350 kg).
Xu Han and Zhou Shi certainly couldn't carry such heavy pears back, so the men had to carry them themselves.
Xu Han had just arrived home and served breakfast when Lu Chuan and his men brought back the pears.
The Taoist priest chuckled, picked up a pear, rubbed it a couple of times, and took a big bite. "This year's pears are big and plentiful. Mmm, delicious, crisp and sweet."
Xu Han quickly advised, "Don't eat it yet, breakfast is coming soon. If you eat this big pear, you won't be able to eat breakfast."
Upon hearing this, Grandpa Zhao quickly withdrew his hand from the pear he was about to take, thinking to himself: "These pears are indeed quite large, each one weighs more than a pound. I definitely won't be able to eat breakfast after eating them."
The Taoist priest didn't seem to care. "Since it's already been bitten, it's bound to be finished eventually. At worst, we won't drink any more porridge."
"Okay then, just don't push yourself too hard."
After she finished speaking, she went into the main room first, set out the food, and waited for everyone to start eating breakfast together.
At the dinner table, Lu Chuan asked, "What do you plan to do with these pears? Are you going to put them in the cellar again? Or are you going to make them into canned goods like before?"
Xu Han thought for a moment and said, "There's plenty of fruit this year. I'm thinking of keeping some fresh and making the rest into canned goods."
With so many people in my family now, it's inconvenient to do many things, so I'll just can the food. It's easy to preserve and convenient to eat.
"We can take the extra canned goods to the county town to sell, or give them to Yunhua and the others to take. There's a lot of fruit this year; we can't even eat it all ourselves."
The Taoist priest said, "That's a good idea. It's hard to get fruit in winter. Make some extra and send it to Yunhua and Yunyun. Canned fruit tastes good; they'll definitely like it."
Lu Chuan chimed in, "That's right. There's no fruit to sell in winter, so we can make canned fruit and sell it; that would definitely be very profitable."
Wealthy people like to eat fresh food, but in previous years they couldn't buy fruit even if they had the money. If we could make canned fruit and sell it to them, it would definitely sell very well.
Besides, rich people don't lack money; they don't mind spending a little more for this food, and they can sell it for a higher price later.
Xu Han smiled and said, "I originally planted this orchard to make canned fruit for sale, but this year there isn't a lot of fruit. If I were to sell it, I wouldn't be able to sell many cans before it's all gone."
So I didn't plan to sell them; I'll keep them for my family to eat first. I plan to start selling them next year.
However, it would be good if we could sell some this year. After all, we have accumulated quite a lot of fruit at home. If the quantity is small, we can just sell it at a higher price later.
Let's establish a foothold in the market first, then sales will be much easier next year.
Lu Chuan asked, "Okay, do we have enough jars at home? Should we go buy some more?"
Xu Han picked up a piece of green vegetable and said while eating, "We definitely need to buy jars. The last time we made fruit preserves, we used the jars we had at home. Not only were they different sizes, but they also didn't look good."
If we really intend to make and sell them, I think we should order a batch of custom-made ceramic jars. With nicer packaging, we can sell them for a higher price.
"Okay, let's go to the county town together another day and settle the matter of the jars first."
"Okay, I'll go check how much fruit we've accumulated at home in a bit, and make a count so we can know roughly how many ceramic jars we need to order."
After listening for a while, Grandpa Zhao slowly suggested, "Since you plan to sell canned goods, the ceramic jars definitely need to be designed carefully."
If the design of the jar is attractive, people will like it at first glance, and some people will buy it just to try the taste.
We'll put some markings on the bottom of the jars later, so that when people see the markings, they'll know they belong to us.
Xu Han's eyes lit up when she heard what Grandpa Zhao said. She hadn't expected Grandpa Zhao to have such a strong awareness of trademarks and copyrights. As a modern person with a particularly strong awareness of copyright, Xu Han herself had just overlooked this point.
It has to be said that experience counts, and Grandpa Zhao has a wealth of knowledge and a unique perspective.
With Grandpa Zhao's reminder, Xu Han dared not be negligent and began to think seriously.
"Grandpa Zhao makes a lot of sense. In the future, we will definitely not only make and sell canned goods, but also make many other things."
We need our own logo, so that when people see the image, they'll know it's our business.
Lu Chuan echoed, "That makes sense, but how do we make the logo? What kind of design should we use? What if other companies copy our logo?"
If someone copies our products and runs into problems, wouldn't that become our problem?
Xu Han pondered and said, "So we need to put some thought into making the markings so that others can't imitate them."
Furthermore, our designs must have special meaning; this way, we can build a reputation for our future business.
Seeing that the conversation was getting further and further away from the topic, the Taoist priest calmly interrupted while drinking his porridge, saying, "There's no rush. There's still plenty of time. The autumn harvest is just around the corner, so the canned food order probably won't be done for a while."
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