Chapter 21： hawthorn

Chapter 21 Hawthorn

Su Ruojin ordered a big wooden barrel and kept it full every day. As soon as it arrived at the stall, diners rushed to buy it up. The business was really booming.

In the middle of the street, there were several patrolmen from the Military and Horse Department standing. Someone asked, "Bi Guangou, would you like to try a bowl of eight-treasure porridge?"

Bi Changgui cupped his hands in the armholes trimmed with rabbit fur, looked at the steaming Su Kee stall with a pair of deep-set eyes, and snorted lightly, "No, you can do whatever you want." After saying that, he walked up to the whistling northwest wind. Worth it.

What a bummer!

 Someone glanced at it with dissatisfaction, but said with a smile without showing it on his face, "Su Ji's eight-treasure porridge is sweet and delicious. I want one bowl, no, two bowls."

In addition to soy milk, which can be taken away in oiled paper cups, spicy soup and rice-treasure porridge are too thick and hot to eat on the go. Su Ji prepared hundreds of white porcelain bowls for customers to eat at the stall. After they are done, they put them on a special wooden table. Just put it in the bucket.

Walking to a breakfast stall not far away, Bi Changgui was waiting for the stall owner to hand over breakfast food, while turning his head and looking at the Suji breakfast stall in the distance. Several colleagues were either drinking porridge or eating pot stickers, standing by the stall and laughing and chatting in a lively manner.

It’s just that things like Xiao Long Baozi and Pot Stickers are rare and exclusive to the Su family. Why did the Su family come up with a new twist on Laba porridge and call it ‘Eight Treasure Porridge’? When I heard the name, I felt happy. No wonder everyone crowded in to get it.

Why didn’t my sister-in-law think of it? Bi Changgui looked back, sneered coldly, and left with a gloomy expression.

The stall owner sent away the gloomy customers and glanced at the prosperous Suji Morning Stall. He shook his head. He didn't blame others for the good business. They were selling sesame cakes all year round. They knew it was Laba Festival and they had to make some. If you come to sell Laba porridge, you will miss the opportunity to make money.

The stall owner was unwilling to give in, "There are still three days until Laba. How about we cook some porridge and sell it tomorrow morning?"

The stall owner snorted coldly: "The Su family's porridge has a lot of sugar, are you willing to put it in?"

The stall owner’s wife: “…”

“No one’s food tastes good, so if you make it, it’s all in vain.” If you can’t sell it, you’ll pay for it.

That’s right, the stall owner’s wife was relieved and sighed faintly, “Is this how you just watch others make money?”

Thousands of people live in this area of ​​​​Xiqiao Alley. It is impossible for everyone to be willing to eat Suji’s more expensive breakfast. There are still many people who buy sesame cakes and sour stuffing (like dumplings, the stuffing inside is sour) ), water rice (a kind of rice in the Song Dynasty, which is a gruel made from cooked rice and semi-fermented rice soup. It tastes sour and slightly sweet), fisherman (a type of pasta, simple to make, similar to noodles) Almost a pimple.)

The most Su Ruojin could do was let some of the money that the middle- and upper-class civil servants in the Dayin Dynasty had kept in their wallets flow out into her pocket. The middle-lower class and most ordinary people still bought ordinary breakfast. Su Ji did not take away the business of ordinary small vendors, and even because The unique flavor of Su Kee's breakfast food attracted customers who did not originally stop at West Bridge Alley, but instead drove the business of other vendors.

After being jealous for a while, the stall owner withdrew his envious eyes and said, "Although their business is booming, we are still no worse than before."

"That's true." She even earned ten or twenty cents more every day than before. Thinking of this, the stall owner felt at ease, smiled, and continued her business with quick hands and feet. As long as she worked hard, she would definitely have food to eat.

Su Ruojin went out with Dong's mother to purchase Laba ingredients. Su Ruojin encountered a coincidence. She encountered a large number of hawthorns from the mountains in the north. A middle-aged man was selling food in a grocery store. The owner of the grocery store saw that the man was dressed like a beggar. He was just an honest man who had never been to the city. In order to lower the price, he refused to buy. The man had no choice but to carry out a bag of samples and continue looking for a new home.

Su Ruojin followed quietly and walked to the corner of the street where no one was paying attention. She stopped the middle-aged man and said, "Uncle, I want to buy something." When the middle-aged man saw that it was a woman and a young lady, she thought they were only buying. After eating one or two kilograms by himself, he put down the bag, opened the mouth of the bag, and took out a handful with both hands. "I didn't bring a scale when I came out. I'll just give you a few bucks when I see."

Su Ruojin smiled and shook her head, "Uncle, I want to buy a few bags, do you have any?"

As soon as she saw hawthorn, Su Ruojin thought of candied haws, which was her childhood favorite. The child didn't like it. The New Year was about to come. On the streets and alleys, the child didn't have much pocket money in his pocket. He didn't behave well with the money. Into her pocket.

What a God-given opportunity to make money!

Hawthorn is a good thing. As the public knows, it has the function of appetizing and digesting food. In fact, it also has the effects of lowering blood lipids and anti-arrhythmia. It is a good medicine and good effect!

In addition to making candied haws, you can also make dried hawthorn, hawthorn jam, hawthorn fruit tea, hawthorn snack chips... Anyway, it is a good thing for stomach and digestion. It’s a time of big eating and drinking around the Chinese New Year, so any way of eating is useful.

Uncle Feng was the man who brought hawthorns to the capital to sell them. Su Ruojin bought a large number of hawthorns for a total of twelve taels. The middle-aged man was very happy. Residents like them in the mountains did not have food all year round. Knowing what money is, the weather in the north was not good this year, and few people were buying hawthorns, so he had to rent a mule with his two sons to bring the fruits to the capital to sell them.

After buying hawthorn, Su Ruojin did not let anyone go: "Uncle Feng, how long will it take for you to get home?"

"It took us four or five days to get to the capital." Feng Wangtian, who looked exhausted and couldn't hide his excitement because he had sold more than ten taels of silver, smiled brightly: "It won't be such a long day when we go back. I think we can get home in three days." When I came here, I was dragging and carrying a bunch of hawthorns. When I went back, I just bought some New Year's goods. The mules were very fast.

Su Ruojin said with a smile on her young face, "Uncle, there are still about twenty days until the New Year. Do you want to make another fortune?"

Feng Wangtian: ...what can I make? He has sold out all the hawthorns!

Standing in the courtyard of a high-ranking official's house, looking at the neat and tidy stone floor of the courtyard, the tattered thatched shoes on the honest man's feet unconsciously shrank back, making him feel very cramped. He really didn't understand the little ladies of the high-ranking official's house in the city. What are you talking about?

Su Ruojin pointed to a pile of sacks on the ground and said, "I have to deal with these hawthorns. I would like to ask you and your two sons to be helpers until the New Year is over and I will let you go home. Okay!"

Money is hard to make and **** is hard to eat. The man who has been living in the mountains knows this to his bones. Just because today the little lady bought all his goods without causing him any loss, and just stuffed the free money with him. In his hands, Feng Wangtian, he can do anything.

He agreed without thinking, but he didn't understand. "Although it's a lot, it won't take more than twenty days to wash and dry it!" Based on the speed of the three of them, the father and son could probably finish it in two days.

Su Ruojin knew that the middle-aged man didn't understand what the solution was.

When Mrs. Su tidied up the house for the three of them to live in, and let them take care of it, she realized that the city people were indeed city people, and the so-called hawthorn had changed into so many tricks in her hands. He was frightened.

(End of this chapter)