Eating big melon is so refreshing

On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, as soon as it got dark, all kinds of lanterns were hung up, lighting up the entire street. Zhao's food store reopened, and a line of people stood in front of the door waiting to buy things. The sound of firecrackers continued for a long time.

"Ouch, what is this?"

"It looks like a turtle. Yes, a big turtle!"

I'm not afraid of getting tired after making such a big turtle lamp.

Xiao Chunya and Xiao Qiulin carried the turtle lamp to the door and lit the candles. This big guy is so domineering!

"Third Grandpa, we wish that the Zhao family shop will last as long as the giant tortoise."

"Okay!" Zhao Nan laughed happily. A turtle lives for ten thousand years. Xiao Chun'er hopes that the Zhao family shop will continue to do business for thousands of years!

Xiao Qiulin's eyes looked a little subtle. He just saw that when his sister was giving her blessing, some golden light fell on the God of Wealth of the Zhao family shop.

"Come on, everyone, try the freshly made pickled duck, it's delicious!" Zhao Nan enthusiastically leaned forward, holding a plate of sliced ​​pickled duck in both hands, attracting many people to stop and watch.

"Lao Zhao, your skill in making pickled duck is amazing! My wife has been talking about wanting to eat your dish, and I didn't expect to have the chance to eat it today. Come on, give me two!" A wealthy middle-aged man ate a piece of pickled duck and nodded repeatedly, so he bought two at once.

"Okay, it'll be ready soon!" Zhao Gan packed the pickled duck neatly and handed it to the wealthy middle-aged man. A two-jin pickled duck was not cheap at three hundred coins. In order to take care of the ordinary people who were short of money, a duck was divided into four portions, eighty coins each, so that it could be sold faster.

Little Chunya opened her eyes wide. Didn't Third Grandpa's shop only sell sweet-scented osmanthus cake, thousand-layer cake, hawthorn cake, dumplings, wontons, and glutinous rice balls? How did he start making marinated duck?

But it smells so good. I’ve already eaten a full meal, but now I feel a little hungry when I smell the aroma.

Just then, a young man in a brocade robe walked out of the crowd and glanced around the store.

"Boss, do you have any special snacks here? I came here because of its reputation." The young man asked with a hint of arrogance.

"Sir, you have come to the right place. Our Zhao family's special snacks are well-known far and wide. For example, the pickled duck is fragrant but not greasy and melts in your mouth. Another example is our candied lotus root, which is soft, delicious, sweet but not greasy... Would you like to try it?" Zhao Gan introduced enthusiastically. His eyes were sharp. Although the young man was wearing a brocade robe, he did not have any jade ornaments, and there was no bookish air about him. He should be the child of a wealthy merchant family.

The laws of the Daye Dynasty were strict. Even if a merchant was rich, he could not wear gold or jade. To have gold thread embroidered on his clothes, he had to have an official position. To wear a jade pendant on his waist, he had to have the title of a juren.

Among the four classes of people, scholars, farmers, merchants and artisans, the status of merchants is ranked last, but their positioning is also very subtle. For example, Zhao Nan's family has ten acres of paddy fields, ten acres of dry fields and ten acres of orchards. The income from his shop is far less than that from crops, so he is still positioned as a farmer.

Zhao Erlang is a businessman. The income from the five acres of dry land he owns now is not as much as his income from business. He also has a sugar water shop. But he used to be a yamen runner, so people look up to him.

Zhao Sanlang is positioned as a farmer because he is Zhao Erlang's assistant and the income from his fields is higher than his current income.

The young man felt a little proud when he heard others call him "Young Master" and said modestly, "Then I will try them all!"

Xiao Chunya said in her heart, "He is from the salt merchant Lu family. He likes sweet food, the sweeter the better."

Zhao Gan originally wanted to order pickled duck, but he changed it to sweet lotus root, candied pumpkin, candied yam, and candied cake. They were all sweet, so sweet that it was greasy!

The young man's eyes lit up. He tried a little of each and then bought five kilograms of each. The thing that salt merchants have the most is money. It can be said that the big salt merchants are rich.

Xiao Chunya's inner voice sounded again, "No way? No way? Coarse salt costs 20 wen per pound, fine salt costs 100 wen per pound, and refined salt costs 200 wen per pound. The price difference is so big? Anyone can purify coarse salt into refined salt."

Several blood-related elders of the Zhao family stumbled and almost fell. What does it mean that everyone can do this? Aren’t they also human beings?

Xiao Qiulin muttered to himself, "That man just now looked quite rich. Among all the merchants, the Renmin University salt merchants are the richest. They control 90% of the salt mines. According to the laws of the Daye Dynasty, it is forbidden to sell private salt. If you sell more than ten kilograms of salt, you will be imprisoned."

Xiao Chunya's thoughts: "My primary goal is to be admitted to the Xuanwu Guard. I have already heard that if you become a Xuanwu Guard, in addition to the fixed salary every month, you will also receive a pill every quarter. In addition to grandpa, my great grandfather, second grandfather and third grandfather all practice ancient martial arts, as well as my father, fourth uncle and fifth uncle. Oh, not having enough pills to share is really worrying."

The elders were moved when they heard Xiao Chunya's thoughts. All those who practiced ancient martial arts wanted Xuanwuwei's elixir, and hoped that one day they could advance to the stage of Huajin and live to be 200 years old.

But they also knew that Xuanwuwei only got one pill every quarter. How could he give it to others when he didn't even have enough for himself?

"Oh, I'm such a pig-head. Can't I think differently? Even if I pass the exam and get into the Xuanwu Guard, I'll have to wait for eleven years. It's such a waste of time. I don't have talent, but it doesn't mean others don't have talent. My younger brother is young, but he still has several older brothers, right?"

"Brother Lei from my great grandfather's family is eight years old this year, Brother Lei from my second grandfather's family is eight years old this year, Brother Chang from my third grandfather's family is seven years old this year, and Brother Jing, the grandson of the village chief's family, is also seven years old. Find a stove, get a prescription, and start with the simplest "Power Pills."

Fatty, do you have any misunderstanding about the "Dali Pill"? Why do you think it is the easiest pill to make?

Xiao Qiulin gave up the idea of ​​telling her sister the secret that she could make elixirs. In the eyes of her fat sister, "Dali Pill" was the simplest one, and "Dahuan Pill" was probably not difficult either. It's true, making pills was much simpler than making airplanes and cannons.

As a good brother, he has to provide some toys for his fat sister to entertain herself. Making medicine is not difficult at all. As long as you master the prescription, the method of preparing the herbs, the dosage, the order of adding the herbs and the heat, with the high IQ of his pseudo-student sister, she will know how to make it after just two looks.

Fat sister has a bad habit: after she succeeds in doing something, she no longer has any interest in it. The only thing that can keep her busy is eating delicious food, besides eating melons.

But it doesn’t matter. There are many people in the Zhao family. The brothers who like to do manual work only need the fat sister to talk and don’t need her to do anything. They will definitely cooperate happily!