Su Jiaoniang gave a mysterious laugh: "How could you not eat them? Can I pick a few?"
"Sure, whatever you like." The boy smiled and agreed, seeing that Su Jiaoniang was pretty.
Su Jiaoniang left Doctor Liu's courtyard happily, feeling that Doctor Liu was her lucky star. If she hadn't met Doctor Liu, she could have eaten chili peppers for another ten years before they were discovered.
Back in my own little courtyard, I asked Xiaoya to help me start the fire, wash the dough, and make cold noodles. The steamed cold noodles came out crystal clear. I diced the gluten, prepared the chili oil, and realized that something was still missing.
After rummaging through the house for a while, my gaze finally fell on the little guy lying there fast asleep.
If you don't have garlic or bean sprouts at home, the cold noodles you make will definitely taste worse. Buying garlic costs money, and buying bean sprouts also costs money.
But I can't exactly ask Dr. Liu for money!
The child's clothes were made of expensive fabric and couldn't be taken, but his jet-black hair looked quite valuable.
Su Jiaoniang took the wood-chopping knife and shaved the fair-skinned child's head. This era is good; people can grow their hair long from a young age, and if they run out of money, they can sell their hair to get some cash.
In an era that valued the idea that one's body and hair were gifts from one's parents, the money Su Jiaoniang earned from selling her hair exceeded her expectations; it sold for one qian of silver.
Lu Xiaoya didn't care about hair, but when she saw that the hair she had picked up could be exchanged for money, she started to think about her dry and yellow hair.
Grabbing Su Jiaoniang's hand: "Little girl, little girl wants to sell her hair too."
"Sure, when your hair grows a little longer." Su Jiaoniang agreed with a smile. The little girl's hair was too yellow; she would have to cut it off and grow it back sooner or later.
Lu Futu was speechless; his sister was too stupid!
Su Jiaoniang saw Lu Futu lecturing the little girl and smiled. She bought some sesame paste and garlic from outside, glanced at the children at home and said, "Wait at home, Mom is going to sell cold noodles and will bring you steamed buns when I come back."
Su Jiaoniang had only taken one step when Lu Futu grabbed her clothes.
Looking back, she said, "TuTu, why don't you stay home and take care of your little sister? Mom has to go out and earn money. You're a man, you can't be afraid, you know?"
Lu Futu's wrinkled little face flashed with displeasure, but he slowly nodded under Su Jiaoniang's expectant gaze.
He took a small stool and sat by the door.
Su Jiaoniang quickened her pace as she left the village, her heart filled with energy as she thought of the two little ones she still had to raise. Upon entering the county town, Su Jiaoniang did not go to the market.
Setting up a stall at the market can indeed sell cold noodles.
However, it's slow and requires a lot of talking. It would be better to find a wealthy family and sell the cold noodles to them. If you're lucky, you might even be able to make it a long-term business.
There weren't too many rich people in the county town, but there weren't too few either. Following the red gate of a large mansion, Su Jiaoniang walked towards the back gate. The front gate was for guests to come and go, while the back gate was for stewards and old women to come and go.
These people all have some connection to the kitchen.
It's currently the height of summer, and without air conditioning or fans, most people lose their appetite.
Su Jiaoniang noticed that people were passing by the back door in a few scattered places. She did not rush up, but waited in a place where the spirits of the infants were. She only stood up when a person dressed neatly and smelling of the kitchen passed by.
She pulled the woman close and said, "Auntie needs something to cool you down and whet your appetite. My family has passed down a secret recipe that makes the best things to cool you down, perfect for summer."
The old woman looked at Su Jiaoniang suspiciously, her gaze falling on the basket she was carrying: "What's that?"
Su Jiaoniang opened the basket and, in front of the old woman, put a portion of cold noodles into a bowl and mixed it.
Bright red chilies and shredded green cucumbers, then a spoonful of sesame paste—the aroma immediately fills the air, and the colors look quite appealing. The old woman took a bite, and her eyes instantly turned cold.
I don't know how this thing got warm, but it didn't get hot from the sun.
The novel, slightly spicy taste made her sweat, but the more she ate, the more addicted she became—it was strange.
After finishing a bowl of cold noodles, she put down her chopsticks and even let out a satisfied burp. Seeing Su Jiaoniang's smiling face, the old woman coughed, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and asked with a stern face, "How much do you plan to sell it for?"
"Just give me whatever you think is fair, Auntie. This is called liangpi (cold skin noodles), and it's my secret recipe. The price hasn't been set yet!" Su Jiaoniang said with a smile. Unlike women of the time who would cower in front of wealthy people, she stood tall and spoke crisply and clearly in front of the old woman.
Tang Pozi liked this temperament. She glanced at Su Jiaoniang and said, "I won't name a price for you. Here's what we'll do: our young mistress has been eating a lot lately, but she can't eat anything. If she likes this, she'll be rewarded. If you trust this old woman, you can wait a little while."
Su Jiaoniang nodded and watched the old woman carry her cold noodles inside.
After waiting outside for a short while, the old woman came out, carrying a purse in her hand: "Here you go, this is a gift from our old lady. She will send some over every day from now on. As for the price, it will be two taels of silver a month. What do you think?"
"That would be great." Su Jiaoniang pinched the purse with her fingers. The reward money inside was a full two taels. Sure enough, there are always rich people in any era. In the original owner's memories, two taels of silver could support a family for a year.
Now that we're talking about growth-stage trading, we have a stable income and our first batch of start-up capital.
"My husband's surname is Tang, and the people in the manor call me Granny Tang. If you need anything in the future, you can come to me." Granny Tang's affection for Su Jiaoniang deepened, and she even mentioned her own name.
Su Jiaoniang also gave her home address and name before heading towards the market.
We need to prepare clothes, shoes, and socks for Xiaoya and Lu Futu, and the house needs pots, pans, and various daily necessities.
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