After fleeing the wasteland and farming, he made a rebellion

"Fuxi, how do you plan to sell these small pickles? Will anyone buy them?" Knowing that Sun Fuxi was going to sell these small pickles, Zhang Yunniang was even more nervous than Sun Fuxi.

"Mom, what do you think of the taste of these pickles?" Sun Fuxi asked without answering.

"Of course it's delicious! Not only Da Kui and the others, but even I don't eat a meal, no matter how good the food is, it doesn't taste good."

Sun Fuxi smiled, "Then what are you worried about?"

"I'm worried that others won't buy it if they haven't tasted it, don't know how delicious it is!"

"Then let them taste it first, and they will buy it when they feel delicious after tasting it."

"You mean to let people taste it for nothing first? Then don't we pay for it? It's better for us to eat it ourselves." Zhang Yunniang's energy to live life came up again.

"Mother, you can only gain if you give up. Although we lost money at the beginning, when there are more people who turn around and buy it, don't we make it all back?"

"Will that be learned by others? It may not be us who will make money by then."

Zhang Yunniang's worry about Sun Fuxi has also been considered.It is true that it is not difficult to make these small pickles, but in modern times she has tasted the same dish in many restaurants. Although the method is the same, the taste of each chef is different.

The same goes for the small pickles, her mother almost taught them to make these small pickles by her aunt, but she just couldn't make the taste of her aunt's.It's not that it's not delicious, it's that you can taste the difference.Therefore, she is not worried that these small pickles will be learned by others, not to mention that there are several special ingredients that not everyone can taste.

For example, spicy cabbage, after she asked her mother to add sorbet, the taste was different immediately.

Sun Fuxi told Zhang Yunniang these things, and told them that these were their family's ancestral secret recipes, and they must not be passed on in the future.

Knowing the importance of it, Zhang Yunniang nodded abruptly in agreement. Dingding

Before Sun Fuxi set off, Zhang Yunniang did not forget to ask Sun Fuxi to go to Fucheng to buy more altars and jars. If their family wants to make money by selling small pickles, these bottles and jars must not be enough right now.He also asked her to buy more cabbage, radishes, garlic, etc. In the end, Zhang Yunniang didn't need to explain this. Apart from looking for sales of small pickles, Sun Fuxi was going to replenish the stock this time, and planned to have a big fight with her mother.

"When you mentioned it, I remembered one more thing." Sun Fuxi slapped his forehead.

"What?" Zhang Yunniang asked curiously.

"I have to ask my father to build a row of houses for us to make small pickles. In addition, we need to build a large cellar for storage." This is her preliminary idea for the future small pickles processing factory.In this way, their family needs to open up another piece of wasteland.This is in Hengshan County, which is their former hometown, but they dare not even think about it.

"Okay, discuss this matter with your father later." The premise is that these little pickles can be sold!Zhang Yunniang still has no confidence in selling pickles.

During this period of time, we must hurry up to build the inn. Sun Wangui is the backbone of this project. Only Sun Fuxi and Ji Xingze, who are relatively leisurely, entered the city this time.Ji Xingze could only drive the car.

"Where do you plan to go first after entering the city?" On the way, Sun Fuxi had roughly shared his thoughts with Ji Xingze.Ji Xingze would never ignore her thoughts just because of her young age, and would ask this question before entering Fucheng.

"We can try any of our restaurants, no matter how big or small." After thinking for a while, Sun Fuxi muttered, "In fact, some food stalls are also suitable." The small pickles that their family is making now do not need to be sold elsewhere, they can be produced and sold by themselves.

But after chatting with Ji Xingze, she changed her initial strategy.

"Cousin, let's not go to any big restaurant, and go directly to the food stall."

"it is good."

It can be regarded as familiar, and they went to the market soon, where there are many food stalls.

Instead of letting Sun Fuxi come forward, Ji Xingze found a few food stalls with good business to discuss with them, and let those food stalls serve people a small plate of pickles for free after the customers order.If the customer finds it delicious, if they want more, they will charge one penny per Xiaochou.

At this time, people haven't considered so much, such as whether there will be food safety issues.I feel that not only will I not suffer a disadvantage by doing this, but I may also invite two more customers, and almost all of them readily agree.

They missed the breakfast time when they came, so they could only wait for the lunch time to see the effect.Taking advantage of this interval, Ji Xingze and Sun Fuxi bought some tools for building a house. With the increase in the number of people working and the damage during this period, they had to buy a large number of tools again.

The money was paid by Ji Xingze, but the Sun family had to pay the bill, and the Sun family would pay it back later, which was agreed at the beginning.Already seeing that the inn was profitable, coupled with Sun Fuxi's profit-making ideas one after another, Ji Xingze did not refuse.

After buying all the tools, Ji Xingze accompanied Sun Fuxi to complete everything that can be used to make pickles. It was only after the two returned to the stalls that they realized that not only a small pickle opened, but also sold several copies.

In this way, some stall owners saw the business opportunity and wanted to buy all of Sun Fuxi's remaining side dishes.

How could Sun Fuxi not agree to a person who came to sell pickles?They measured the weight of a small plate of small pickles, which was about three taels. Here, a catty is 16 taels, so a catty would cost about five pennies.

In the end, the two parties reached an agreement, and they sold it to each other at a price of five cents a catty.You should know that small pickles with soup and water pressure scale!As for the small pickles that Sun Fuxi brought, they sold them together, and in the end they earned more than [-] cash.

Seeing that it was too late to start, two other stall owners came here to discuss with Sun Fuxi and Ji Xingze, asking them to send some small pickles to their stalls for sale at any time.Ji Xingze agreed instead of Sun Fuxi.

The stall owner who bought all their small pickles became anxious, and agreed with them that as long as they had any, he would send them here. He also whispered to Ji Xingze that he could pay a little more than the other two.For example, this time, instead of erasing the zeros, he even collected the whole thing for Ji Xingze.

Ji Xingze didn't say anything to death, "Hmph" agreed.The stall owner kept an eye on him and asked him where he lived. When he found out that they were opening up wasteland in the north of the city, he was a little disappointed because the journey was too far, but he secretly remembered it and didn't reveal too much.

After returning home, knowing that the pickles are very popular, and seeing the return money, Zhang Yunniang devoted herself even more enthusiastically to the business of making pickles.

This time, without waiting for them to go to Fucheng to sell, the stall owner who had bought all their side dishes before came to the door in the middle of the night in the dark.

"Uncle, why did you come all the way here?" Sun Fuxi was a little surprised when he recognized the person.

"The little girl still recognizes me!" Hu Xingfu touched his head with a smile, "That's good."

"Of course I know Uncle." Sun Fuxi's memory in this life is not so good, not to mention his vivid memory, but it's about the same.

"Look." After being recognized by Sun Fuxi, Hu Xingfu finally gained confidence.He turned his head to look at Dakui and Jin Biao who stopped him, "I said I'm not a bad person, I came here specially to discuss business with you."

Because there are disaster victims staying overnight, and people come to the door at any time, and the main reason is that they are afraid that the wood they have worked so hard to cut will be stolen. Recently, Ji Xingze specially arranged for two people to be on duty at the same time.

Hu Xingfu came too late and acted suspiciously sneakily, so he was stopped by Dakui and Jin Biao.Hearing that he was looking for someone who could make small pickles, Dakui and Jin Biao brought him to find Sun Wangui and Zhang Yunniang.

Thinking that it might be the stall owner who helped sell it last time, Sun Fuxi, Sun Wangui and Zhang Yunniang came to meet Hu Xingfu.

"Uncle wants to buy pickles, right?" Sun Fuxi didn't even think about this man coming to them so late.

"Yes!" Hu Xingfu said: "To tell the truth, my business has been better than before because of selling your pickles recently. Many new customers said that they became regular customers of our family because of the pickles. But I I have been waiting for several days without seeing you go to Fucheng again, and I am afraid that you will be intercepted by others after you go, thinking about asking this little brother last time, "

He was referring to Ji Xingze, "It was said that you settled down here and wanted to come here to try your luck, but unexpectedly, I found you."

Someone asked with some embarrassment: "I wonder if you have any pickles that are ready?"

Sun Wangui smiled and said: "Brother is lucky, there are just a few jars of pickles to eat."

"That's great," Hu Xingfu said with a smile on his face, "Can you sell it to me at the same price as last time?"

"Of course." Sun Wangui agreed without thinking about the people who saved them from entering Fucheng.

"Really?" This made Hu Xingfu, who was already prepared for them to sit on the ground and raise the price, even more delighted and inexplicable.

"Of course it's true, so there can be fakes." The family had already discussed that unless the prices of cabbage, radish, and salt rose, they would never raise prices.To do business is to talk about credibility.

"That's great."

"Then how much do you plan to buy?" Sun Wangui asked.

"I want as much as you have." Hu Xingfu said arrogantly.

"I advise you to buy less first." Sun Wangui said honestly, "Let me tell you this, these kinds of small pickles will change their taste after a long time. Although they are still edible, they are definitely not as delicious as they were in the first place."

In order to prove this, Sun Fuxi asked Zhang Yunniang to keep some spicy cabbage and kimchi radishes in the newly built stove house.Because the temperature there is higher than other places, within two days, the kimchi and radish became particularly sour due to over-fermentation.

Originally, Zhang Yunniang thought she couldn't eat any more, but Sun Fuxi stopped her and asked her to fry potato chips with spicy cabbage, which was even more delicious.

However, these Sun Wangui did not plan to tell Hu Xingfu.But also because of the reputation problem, Sun Wangui informed Hu Xingfu in advance that the taste of the pickles might decrease due to the big hair, and told him that the pickles should be stored at low temperature, even if they are frozen and then eaten slowly, there is no problem.