Farmhouse life after traveling back to ancient times

The gate of the farm was slammed open with a bang, and several people were startled, thinking that Aunt Liu had killed someone again.

Looking closely, it turned out to be Qiu Yong and Yue Niang.

Yue Niang was holding a jar in her arms and running towards Du Wenxiu with sweat all over her forehead. Qiu Yong was behind her and kept reminding her to be careful with her step.

Yue Niang pulled Du Wenxiu to look left and right, and after a long while she heaved a sigh of relief and said:

"It's okay, it's okay. I was afraid that you would suffer a loss. I wished Qiu Yong could go down and pull the cart on the way."

Du Wenxiu burst out laughing, took her arm and pulled her inside.

"You've worked so hard, my dear Yue Niang. You're the only one who cares about me like this. Why don't you just give up Qiu Yong and let's live together."

Qiu Yong heard it from behind and yelled, "I was worried about you and scolded me for driving too slowly. The wheels are almost smoking, and you still say such things."

Du Wenchan and A Luo couldn't help themselves any longer, they covered their mouths and laughed, then followed Du Wenxiu back to the house.

"What are you holding? You haven't put it down since you came in." Du Wenxiu looked at the jar in Yue Niang's arms curiously and asked.

Yue Niang blinked slyly: "Guess."

"Could it be..." Du Wenxiu's surprise turned into joy, and he hurried to take the jar from Yue Niang, but she turned away.

Yue Niang giggled, looking very proud, and shook the jar.

"Maybe this will become our family's signature dish in the future. It's tasty, crispy, and has a sour and spicy taste. The ladies in the workshop can't stop eating it."

Du Wenxiu was so eagerly waiting for her that his mouth was watering.

Because she was pregnant, Yue Niang didn't dare to make too much noise and just shook the jar slightly before opening it.

The pickles made with the brine of spices are indeed different from the usual ones, with a fragrant, rich and mellow flavor.

Du Wenxiu picked up a pickled cucumber and ate it first. Wow, it tasted somewhat similar to what he had eaten before.

It’s just that the spiciness of the chili is gone, and the taste of ginger is used instead, which gives it a different flavor.

After eating several kinds of food, Du Wenxiu finally stopped and looked at Yue Niang with bright eyes.

"It will taste better if you marinate it for a day or two." Yue Niang looked at her and nodded with a smile.

Your future road to wealth depends on it!

Chinese people love food, and people all over the world are gluttons, but nowadays the cooking methods are simple and the seasonings are few.

Even the wealthy families would never tire of fine food, but they could not do without steaming or boiling.

Not to mention the bay leaves and star anise, which are commonly used as spices and medicinal materials, and are used in brine, which is something others would never have thought of.

"I will pack a jar tomorrow and ask Qiu Yong to send it to Hui'an Tower to try. But this spice is very valuable. If he thinks it is good, you should raise the price appropriately."

Du Wenxiu smiled slightly, put down his chopsticks, and said to Yue Niang slowly:

"Don't be in a hurry. Let me tell you, first ask Qiu Yong to go to the county to pick up jars and pots that are as big as this jar, but more exquisite."

"Then I filled the exquisite jar with pickles and went to find the owner of Hui'anlou, telling him that this was a new variety we had researched, called 'Eight Treasure Pickles.'"

“At first, you can give him three jars to try in the store, and the price should be doubled based on the cost plus profit, plus the cost of the jars, and then sold to him.”

Yue Niang smacked her lips and shook her head, "How can someone be so wicked? We are all from the same village, why do you want such a high price? No, no, no."

Du Wenxiu just smiled and said nothing.

After a long time, Yue Niang calmed down and said earnestly to Du Wenxiu:

"Xiuniang, we set the price to make money. How can we be so greedy? Will we be struck by lightning?"

At the end of his speech, he seemed to be frightened and his voice became smaller and smaller.

Du Wenxiu looked at her jokingly, with a look of anxiety on his face, and couldn't help laughing:

"You wanted to do business with me, but now you don't listen to me. Did you just try to coax me before?"

Yue Niang waved her hands and said in defense: "What are you talking about? It's just that this... this is such a high price, what if I can't sell it?"

"You didn't even ask Qiu Yong, how do you know it can't be sold?"

Du Wenxiu was calm and composed, so Yue Niang could only say, "Then I'll follow your method and ask Qiu Yong to ask. If they don't want it, what should I do then?"

"If he doesn't want it, just ask a few more stores, or take it to a newly developed shop and sell it to other stores at a lower price." Du Wenxiu said crisply.

"When doing business, you must avoid being afraid of wolves in front and tigers behind. It is said that the brave will die of overeating, while the timid will die of starvation."

"This is our exclusive formula, and the effect is good. It would be unpleasant if we sold it at a low price."

Yue Niang was almost convinced by her, but was still surprised by her high price and felt unsure.

Du Wenxiu had no choice but to comfort her and tell her not to be afraid, there are thousands of ways to do business, people are divided into different classes, and if people in this class can't afford it, there will always be those who can.

If you sell your products at a reduced profit because your current target group has insufficient purchasing power, when will you be able to make money?

Not to mention the desire to grow and develop in the future.

She used all these methods, including beating, coaxing and deceiving, and Yue Niang gritted her teeth and decided to fight.

"No matter what, let's give it a try. If it doesn't work, we can lower the price. If it works, we'll be rich!"

She stood up from her chair, clenched her fists, and muttered something, not sure whether she was talking to Du Wenxiu or to encourage herself.

Du Wenxiu looked at her and smiled, "We have to give it a try. If it sells well, we can give some bonuses to the people in the workshop and expand the scale."

Yue Niang nodded and responded with "hmm".

I picked up the cup on the table and took a sip of water, then remembered something.

"I heard from someone in the workshop a few days ago that there seemed to be other companies selling pickles on the market, and the prices were much lower than ours. But the quantity was not large."

Yue Niang just heard the ladies talking about it in the workshop and didn't take it seriously.

But I just told Du Wenxiu some gossip for fun.

But Du Wenxiu was very interested after hearing this and asked in detail what the women said.

Yue Niang thought about it carefully and told Du Wenxiu everything she knew.

But seeing that she pursed her lips tightly and had a serious expression on her face, I knew that this was no ordinary matter.

Yue Niang came up and asked, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

Du Wenxiu waved her hand, and Yue Niang leaned over the table to listen to her:

"Since this matter has reached our ears, I think it has been going on for more than three or five days, and it must have reached a certain scale, which is why they are making such a big deal about it."

After a brief thought, he continued, "Maybe the person who brought up the gossip was telling you about it on purpose. Think carefully about who said it first. I'll go see her."

Yue Niang nodded in agreement and said she would take note of it.

But he was worried: "I didn't expect that there would be people who would be jealous and offer lower prices than us. Should we also lower our prices?"

Du Wenxiu rolled his eyes and said with a smile, "Don't worry, this is the eight-treasure pickled vegetable we just made. You should keep the recipe well and don't let others know about it, otherwise it will be a real problem."

Yue Niang nodded hurriedly and swore to heaven that even if Qiu Yong asked her, she would not tell him.