Farmhouse life after traveling back to ancient times

Yulan didn't stay there for long before she took Xiaohu back to the capital.

Before leaving, he earnestly told Du Wenxiu to live a good life for the sake of her children.

If she felt that she couldn't bear the heaviness in her heart, she would write to herself. Even if it rained knives from the sky, she would come to accompany Du Wenxiu.

"Alright, Sister Yulan, you're talking as if we're not human. Just go on your way, it'll be dark soon."

Du Wenchan had become familiar with her in the past few days, and was worried that she would be busy talking and delay the driving, and would miss Sutou and it would be unsafe on the road, so she retorted.

Yulan was not angry, but rather a little envious.

Only a girl who is confident in her heart can live so freely.

She waved with a smile, said goodbye again, and retreated into the carriage.

As the coachman whipped and shouted, the wheels of the carriage began to roll.

With tears on her face, Yulan lifted the curtain of the car window again and shouted to Du Wenxiu:

"Sister-in-law, please remember what I said and take good care of your child."

Du Wenxiu raised the corners of his mouth slightly and waved at her as she walked away.

After Yulan left, the first batch of watermelon bean curd was made.

Du Wenchan brought a jar for herself to eat first, but Du Wenxiu took the jar and went into the kitchen.

Heat oil on a fire, add peppercorns when the oil is hot, and let the aroma come out. Then add the watermelon and beans, stir-fry for a while and serve.

"Come, let me show you how to eat watermelon and soybean paste."

She went up to the table with a bit of pride, picked up the steamed bun that she had specially asked A'Luo to steam, broke it in two, spread the fermented soybeans in the middle and picked it up.

Then he closed the bun and took a big bite.

It is the taste in the memory of the soul.

There is no substitute.

After thinking about it for so long, I finally got to eat it.

Du Wenxiu was extremely satisfied.

"It can be seen that our fermented soybeans are not sold to ordinary people. How can ordinary people afford white flour steamed buns and be willing to fry the fermented soybeans in hot oil?"

A Luo joked as he held the child in one hand and ate the steamed bun with fermented soybeans that Du Wenchan had given him with the other.

Du Wenxiu smiled and said, "That's why we have to use Chen's restaurant to promote it. Otherwise, if we put such expensive watermelons in there and can't sell them, we will lose a lot."

"Oh no." A Luo felt that the steamed bun in his hand suddenly lost its fragrance.

"A watermelon costs several hundred coins. How many jars of sauce can it make? What we are eating is not just sauce. I'm afraid we should eat it as gold."

Sister Du Wenxiu couldn't help but burst into laughter after hearing this.

"Don't worry, Auntie." Du Wenchan smiled and went to comfort A Luo.

"We make a big jar out of a watermelon, and then divide it into many small jars, and then divide the small jars into the exquisite little jars like the ones we have in our hands."

"After dividing it up like this, the cost is not much. Besides, our products are not cheap. We can sell them at a good price by using the gimmick of watermelon."

"That's right." Du Wenxiu also smiled and said, "Now this watermelon can only be eaten by the royal family and nobles. People of lower class may have only heard of it but never seen it."

"We have this advantage, which will definitely satisfy their curiosity. Being able to buy our watermelon bean paste is a symbol of status, and the price is secondary."

A Luo was confused by what he heard, but he knew that this thing would be easy to sell once it was made.

Only then did he feel relieved and nodded involuntarily: "As long as it's not unsaleable, it doesn't matter if I make less money."

Du Wenxiu knew that she didn't understand, so she didn't force her.

She said this, so I just obeyed and didn't say anything more.

The watermelon pickled beans for Chen Wenju to try were delivered personally by Du Wenxiu, who thoughtfully brought three jars.

"That's all? You want three hundred coins? You might as well go rob it!"

Looking at the small jar which was not much bigger than his palm, Chen Wenju was shocked.

"No matter how delicious it is, it's just pickled vegetables. You can buy a big jar for a few dozen coins. How stupid do you have to be to spend three hundred coins on your small jar?"

Du Wenxiu was not angry. He opened the jar with a smile, asked someone to bring out a hot white flour bun, and mixed the sauce with Chen Wenju before handing it to him.

Du Wenxiu said slowly: "Not to mention a few dozen coins to buy a large jar of pickles, three hundred coins is enough to buy half a side of pork."

"People who are willing to spend 300 coins to buy half a pig may not come to buy my fermented beans, but people who are willing to spend 300 coins to buy my fermented beans may not care that the 300 coins can buy half a pork, don't you think?"

Chen Wenju was a little confused by her words.

"Besides, Master Chen's restaurant probably wouldn't sell a jar of pickled vegetables for dozens of coins. If they don't even dare to ask for 300 coins for my watermelon pickled beans in Chen's restaurant, why would they go to so much trouble to find watermelon as the raw material?"

“Isn’t it cheaper than selling watermelons directly?”

Du Wenxiu raised the corners of her mouth slightly and spoke slowly, and Chen Wenju also understood what she meant.

This watermelon bean sauce is the business of the rich and powerful.

You think it's too expensive? Haha, maybe your family is not noble enough to afford my pickled beans mixed with watermelon.

It’s better to look for ways around and try what the watermelon tastes like first, and then buy the fermented soybeans, so you won’t think they are expensive.

"Great!" Chen Wenju folded his fan and clapped it in his hands, praising.

"Mrs. Du is really good at planning. With this, my Chen family's watermelon bean paste will definitely be the only one in Beijing... no, the whole world."

Du Wenxiu smiled calmly: "Without Master Chen's help, my family wouldn't be able to make watermelon bean paste so quickly, so we'll naturally give priority to the Chen family."

Chen Wenju's mind was working quickly at this moment. He felt something was wrong and asked quickly:

"What Madam Du meant by this... Aren't these watermelon and bean paste specially supplied to my Chen Family Restaurant?"

Du Wenxiu looked at Chen Wenju in surprise, "Master Chen, what are you talking about?"

"When we signed the contract, we agreed that the Chen family would be given priority, not just the Chen family."

Du Wenxiu explained to him patiently, but Chen Wenjuan felt a little uneasy.

If these fermented beans mixed with watermelon cannot be supplied exclusively to the restaurant, then what else can they use as a gimmick?

If it's not only available at your place, why would others flock to your place? It's Wenyuefang's sign that's being elevated, not Chen's Restaurant's.

"No, no, Madam Du, I think there is some misunderstanding between us here?"

Chen Wenju couldn't stop shaking his head.

"How about we modify the contract now, and supply watermelon and bean paste exclusively to Chen's restaurant in the future?"

Du Wenxiu also followed his example and couldn't stop shaking his head.

"Master Chen also comes from a business family. Do you think this request is reasonable?"

Chen Wenju looked embarrassed and somewhat ashamed.

He knew that he was being too shameless, but he immediately understood the impact and was determined not to give in.

"Haha, I know my request is a bit absurd, but..."

Du Wenxiu smiled slightly: "It's good that Master Chen knows his own limitations. Buying it out will cost you a different price."