Song Sanniang's Journey to Wealth

When Song Lao Er arrived at the ancestral hall, a table and weighing tools had already been set up in front of the hall.

Some people have already lined up in front of the table.

The head of the village and the village chief sat at a table with a land registration book on it.

The head of the ward and the village chief confirmed the identity of the visitor, and the visitor weighed the grain together with the person weighing the grain next to him, and then the village chief and the head of the ward registered it.

Song Dahua and his eldest son from the Song clan leader's family helped the head of the village to weigh things, and were also responsible for supervising the transportation of grain to the granary. However, the head of the village was not in charge of Songjia Village.

Song Lao Er looked around and saw that Song Lao Da was not in the crowd. He thought that he would hand over his own grain and then go back to help his eldest brother. He didn't know whether Song Lao Da had finished it, but his family had a cart that could be pulled over.

After a while, Song Laoer finally came. He gave his name and the village head found his name in the booklet to see how many fields were registered. Then they waited for the weighing results and finally registered it. Song Laoer pressed his fingerprints and that was it.

Song Lao Er hurried to Song Lao Da's house and met Song Lao Da halfway. He was pulling a cart and Song Dasao was pushing it from behind.

The Song family owns nine acres of land, so they have to pay three hundred kilograms of grain.

Song Lao Er greeted Song Lao Da, and then said that he would help him push the matter over. Song Lao Da knew that he and his wife were not on good terms, so he asked Song Dasao to go back.

The two brothers pushed the grain to the ancestral hall together. Before Song Lao Er had time to rest,

I saw Liu Zezheng and several others pushing a cart full of food over, even his father-in-law came out.

They estimated that they would need another truckload of land, so he went up to help unload the truck, and then went back to load the next one.

When Liu returned to his home, his mother-in-law saw him running to help and she smiled so much that her eyes narrowed into slits.

So, several people worked together to transport the remaining food to the ancestral hall.

There was nothing else for him to do, so he went home carrying his load.

When we got home, the third batch of mooncakes were out of the oven. Everyone was wrapping the mooncakes with greaseproof paper and then starting to pack them into boxes.

There were two batches of 80 pieces in total. Three were taken out for tasting, and then four different flavors were packed into a box.

There are four fixed flavors in Seven Stars and the Moon, and the other three are randomly selected.

There were three boxes of each color in the paper box, and each box cost 368 coins.

The square wooden box contained eight boxes, each box cost 888 coins.

The Seven Stars and the Moon were packed into three boxes, costing 1,888 wen.

When Song Sanniang announced the price, everyone in the room fell silent. Song Sanniang asked, "Do you think it's expensive?"

Everyone nodded, and the second aunt looked like she was really daring to ask, and then said, "In previous years, the mooncakes we bought were only a few coins each. Isn't your price too high?"

Mrs. Song also said, "Yes, although the packaging is better, will anyone buy it at this price?"

Song Sanniang clicked her tongue a few times, "Do you know why you think it's expensive?"

They all shook their heads.

“Because I’m poor.”

Song Ersao and the others were speechless. It seemed that Sanniang also said that these mooncakes were sold to the rich and powerful.

Those wealthy families spend money like water. For them, a mere 10 or 20 yuan is just pocket money for them to reward their servants, right?

In fact, Song Sanniang really felt that she sold it too cheaply. She was really too kind.

The packaging in those fruit shops is not as pretty as hers, and the taste is also traditional. Some of them are sold for more than ten taels per box.

She was really unwilling to accept it. After thinking about it,

How could she forget Miss He? She could ask Miss He what price she should set.

After all, she had no contact with other wealthy families, so she had no idea about expensive food.

She was planning to send mooncakes to Miss He, but she didn't think of asking the price.

After making the decision, she told everyone that she would give two boxes of mooncakes to Miss He and one box to Manager Yan of the gift shop.

The act of giving away mooncakes again excited everyone's hearts.

Mrs. Song scolded, "You are so loose-handed, are you still selling mooncakes? Or give them all away and don't sell them at all."

Song Sanniang actually counted on her fingers, "Grandma's family needs to send money, Uncle Niu's family needs to send money, Aunt Cuihua's family needs to send money, the village chief's family needs to send money, and the three yamen runners need to send money."

Song Ersao was speechless now.

"Mom, don't worry. I don't give boxes for gifts from the village. I just wrap them in oil paper and send them.

Moreover, when these things are given away, they will be returned as favors in the future.”

Song Lao Er listened to the whole thing and nodded in agreement, "Sanniang is right. These people deserve to be sent away. Even if no one is kind enough, we can just do our part."

Song Sanniang chuckled, feeling that someone still agreed with her. She said to Song Laoer, "Dad, I want to deliver mooncakes to the He Mansion this afternoon, and take them to the market to sell."

Song Laoer thought that with Song Dazhi and Song Zuren by her side, nothing would happen, so he just let her do what she wanted.

Soon, Song Dazhi arrived. He knew that Song Laoer's family was going to make mooncakes today, and he originally thought that they would not set up the stall today.

But he still came over to ask, so the three of them set off.

When they arrived at the He Mansion, Song Sanniang asked the servant to help inform everyone, and then she waited outside with the mooncake box.

This was Song Zuren's first time at the He Mansion. He looked at the gate of the He Mansion with some curiosity.

After a while, the same maid in green came to lead Song Sanniang in.

Song Sanniang asked Song Dazhi and the others to go to the market first, this time to sell mooncakes in the West Market, because the chances of selling mooncakes in the West Market would be higher.

She asked Song Dazhi to put the mooncakes in the car first and sell them when she returned.

She followed the maid in blue into the He Mansion, which was still as picturesque as ever.

As soon as he entered the door, He Jun said happily, "You finally knew to come find me."

"It's Mid-Autumn Festival now. I want to make more money, so I've been busy making mooncakes and selling them. I brought you two boxes. Come and try them."

Song Sanniang put two boxes of mooncakes on the table. She took out one box with Seven Stars and the Moon, and the other box was an ordinary wooden box.

"Oh, so you can make mooncakes, let me see," she said as she walked forward and saw two wooden boxes. She praised the boxes for being beautifully made.

"Of course, I spent money to make it custom-made.

Oh, look at these four. They all have different flavors.

Some of the seven flavors are repeated.

Why don’t you try it first and see if it suits your taste?”

Song Sanniang opened the square box.

"What flavor do you like? There are custard flavor, matcha flavor, black sesame flavor, and coconut flavor,"

"What flavors are you talking about? I've never heard of them. I only know black sesame."

Before she finished speaking, Chunmei came in with the tableware.

She was responsible for setting the tableware,

Xia He unpacked the mooncake, put it on a plate, and then cut it into four with a knife.

All the words of dissuasion from Song Sanniang were swallowed back into her stomach. Forget it. The suggestion of breaking it apart and eating it, sucking out the oozing core first, was something only a vulgar person like her would do.

After Xia He finished cutting, he found that the filling of the mooncake had leaked out. He looked at Song Sanniang in confusion.

Song Sanniang had no choice but to explain, "This is the characteristic of the mooncakes I make. This is called a flowing mooncake. When you eat it, the filling inside will flow out like cheese."

He Jun picked up a piece of matcha flavor with a fork and tasted it carefully. It was really delicious.

The mooncake is not big, so cut it into four pieces.

Song Sanniang is a person who can swallow one in one gulp.

So when she saw He Jun's meticulousness, she was amazed.

He Jun nodded in appreciation, and after swallowing it, he spoke,

"It's delicious, soft and has a hint of tea fragrance. I can also taste the sandy texture."

Then I tasted the other three.

After eating everything, she rinsed her mouth with fragrant tea.

Then he said to Song Sanniang, "The four flavors of your mooncakes are all very unique. I like the matcha flavor the best, but the other flavors are also delicious.

If the journey wasn’t too far, I would really like to send it to my parents.”

She said this with a hint of melancholy.

"It's okay. I can teach you how to make it. You can send a message to your parents and ask the cook in the mansion to make it."

He Jun shook his head. "You want to sell this for money. This is your craft. I can't learn it."

Song Sanniang: "It doesn't matter. I don't make money from this. I just want to make a little money during the upcoming festival.

Besides, your parents are far away in Kyoto, so even if the cook leaks it, it won’t matter.”

He Jun still shook her head and refused. There was a clear look of worry on her face, and there were slight dark circles under her eyes.

Song Sanniang had to change the subject. "By the way, I want to ask you, how do you think my mooncakes should be priced?

I also have paper box packaging, also four in a box,

I plan to sell it for 368 per box.

This wooden box contains four pieces of 888.

Seven packs, one thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight,

Is it too expensive? "

He Jun couldn't help laughing, "Look, you, I thought you were very smart, but why are you so timid?

Just imagine, if someone sent a box of mooncakes worth 1,800 wen to our He Mansion, how would we feel about that person? "

Song Sanniang suddenly realized that it was embarrassing, too embarrassing.

Although officials cannot give gifts that are too generous, for fear of being considered as bribes,

But to send a gift of more than one or two taels to a dignified Shangshu Mansion is simply treating the Shangshu Mansion as beggars.

Song Sanniang smiled a little embarrassedly, and then couldn't help asking He Jun to help her set a price.

"Although not everyone's family is as high-ranking as ours, the price of one tael of silver for ordinary nobles is a bit shabby.

This mooncake is a pastry, a substitute for a valuable gift.

Looking at your courage, you can't even be called courageous.

You are born into a poor family, so your vision is low.

You can set it at 628, 328, 128,

This way you can make money, and it won’t be shabby if others buy it as a gift.”

Song Sanniang quickly thanked He Jun. She didn't think He Jun was looking down on her.

She was telling the truth, and she was also giving her some advice.

He Jun sighed quietly, "Sanniang, I really envy you. You are like a fish, swimming freely in the river.

And I am like a trapped bird, imprisoned in a cage."

Then she leaned close to Song Sanniang's ear and whispered, "My parents have arranged a marriage for me. I will be getting married soon."

Song Sanniang's mind was buzzing. She still looks like a junior high school student, and she's going to get married?