Spring comes to the desperate place

On the first day of the market, the Song family's jam received unanimous praise from customers, so more customers came on the second day, and some people saw that their jam was selling well and bought some too.

Soon, the Song family's jam inventory was obviously insufficient, so when Grandpa Song and Amma Song were at home taking care of the children during the day, they would make some. At night, Song Chunlin didn't need to sleep, so he would frantically peel apples and peaches in the space. Grandpa Song and Amma Song would do the processing again the next day.

On the third day, when they had just set up their stall, someone came to ask if they had any fresh apples for sale.

"Where did you buy the Pinellia fruit? Do you have any fresh ones? My wife had morning sickness and she got much better after eating your Pinellia fruit jam. If you have any fresh ones, I'm willing to buy some at a high price."

Faced with the customer's request, Song Dazhuang could only politely refuse: "I'm sorry, all our pinellia fruits have been made into jam, so there is really no fresh one left."

The customer was a little disappointed, but also understanding. He tasted the two kinds of jam and thought they were very good, so he ordered three jars of each. There was a discount on that day, so Song Dazhuang gave him two extra jars.

When others saw that he bought so much at one time, they rushed to buy. Soon, the basket of jam that was originally left was cleared out in an instant, forcing the Song family to close the stall early.

"I'm sorry, everyone. We have sold out all the jam. If you want any, please come back tomorrow."

"My child loves your jam. He only bought one jar yesterday and is almost finished today. Will you really come tomorrow?"

"That's right. My kids like it too. They say it's delicious. Who knows how delicious a piece of jam can be? But if he likes it, how can I not buy it?"

"Oh, this is such a good thing, why don't you stock more?"

"Everyone, please be patient. I really didn't expect that you all like our jam so much. Let me try to bring more jam tomorrow. I'm really sorry for today. If you come early tomorrow, we will give you some small gifts."

After hearing what Song Dazhuang said, those who failed to buy the product dispersed. Since there was nothing left here anyway, they might as well go somewhere else to see if there were any similar alternatives.

The answer is of course no. Some shops selling dried fruit snacks do sell candied dried fruits, but that is not the same thing as jam.

Everyone walked around the market and found that they really couldn't find a substitute for the jam.

The Song family was rushing back non-stop. Song Chunlin took advantage of this time to peel fruits in the space. When he returned home, he immediately took out a basin of peeled fruits.

Today, Aunt Song had already cooked a big pot of jam at home, and the jam was just cool when they got home.

As soon as Song Dazhuang and his wife sat down to drink some water, they immediately started to put the freshly made jam into jars.

Song Chunlin took out a large pile of nuts from the space. He got these roasted nuts from the wholesale market. They were all in bulk and they needed to pack them into paper bags themselves.

Song Chunlin took out walnuts and chestnuts, both of which are familiar to the public and no one would ask what they are.

First, pack the walnuts and chestnuts into small bags of ten. These will be small gifts for those who buy jam tomorrow. Buy two cans and get one bag for free.

Song’s jam tastes good, and there are gifts for purchase. Although they are just snacks, they are free. You can bring them home and give them to your children, which will make them happy.

There happened to be a stall selling sesame cakes to the left of the Song family's stall. Some customers who had bought jam bought a few sesame cakes and took them home to spread jam on them and eat them. The taste was surprisingly delicious, so a long queue formed in front of the sesame cake stall, which made the stall owner call the Song family the God of Wealth.

What the Song family sells on the right is not food, but some exquisite bamboo gift boxes. After the Chinese New Year, more people visit relatives, and everyone brings gifts. Those who are more particular will buy this kind of beautiful and inexpensive gift boxes to take back, and it is more face-saving to give them as gifts to others.

As the jam was selling well, some people wanted to give it as gifts. The boss who sold the gift boxes was also smart. He asked someone to make larger gift boxes overnight. The size and height were just right to hold the Song family's jam jars. He also carefully divided them into two types, one that could hold two jars and the other that could hold four jars.

The two gift boxes were the best-selling items at his stall. The boss made a lot of money by relying on the Song family and became more polite to the Song couple.

The Song family jam became popular in Beijing. On the fifth day of the stall, the surrounding dried fruit shops had already launched similar products. In fact, making jam is extremely simple, and those who are interested will be able to figure it out after trying a few times.

However, the ingredients they used were all local fruits. The texture and taste of the Pinellia fruit were inferior to modern apples. What’s more, Song Chunlin’s apples were all produced in the space, and they tasted even better than apples.

The most important thing is that the applesauce has been dripped with spiritual spring water. A small amount of spiritual spring water can invigorate people's spirits and relieve physical pain.

For example, a pregnant woman who suffers from morning sickness will feel better and no longer have morning sickness after eating jam mixed with spiritual spring water.

With the addition of these ingredients, those shops will never be able to produce the same taste.

The jams launched by these shops were sold out after only one day. The difference between the jams launched by the Song family and the two cannot be compared at all.

Finally, the Song family's business became more and more popular, and Song Dazhuang even had to limit purchases to ensure that most people could buy jam.

On the tenth day of setting up the stall, everyone in the Song family was exhausted. Even though they limited the purchase amount each day, there were still many people coming to buy jam.

When the family is not setting up their stall every day, they are peeling fruits, pureeing fruits, and making jams, over and over again. Even though they have spiritual spring water to replenish their physical strength, mental exhaustion is inevitable.

Song Chunlin looked at his family members with dull eyes and felt that he couldn't keep being so busy.

So he sat up and said, "Dad, Mom, we can't go on like this. If we continue like this, we will be exhausted."

Song Dazhuang slowly put down the work in his hands and asked him like a wandering soul: "What should I do? Stop doing it?"

Song Chunlin seemed to have made up his mind: "Yes, we won't do it anymore!"

"We work so hard, but we still can't sell enough jam. Anyway, there are only a few days left. I calculated that we have earned nearly 100 taels just by selling jam these days. The stall fee has been earned back long ago. Since we have made money, why do we work so hard?"

"Besides, the New Year is coming up in two days. Every household will have a lot of things to do, and there will probably be fewer people buying things. Instead of sitting idle at the stall, why not stop working first? We have a lot of things to do during the New Year at home, so why not take a break during these few days?"

After hearing this, everyone thought it made sense, so Grandpa Song suggested: "Let's sell the last batch tomorrow. After we sell them, we can celebrate the New Year."

Since the head of the family said so, naturally no one had any objection.

Thinking that it will be the last batch tomorrow, I won’t rush the work on hand and just finish the ones in front of me.

After getting everyone's agreement, Song Chunlin breathed a sigh of relief. He underestimated the purchasing power of the ancients and thought that such an expensive small jar of jam would not be so easy to sell. The stock was insufficient, which made everyone so busy that they didn't even have time to sleep.

Seeing her grandson's guilty face, Aunt Song stopped what she was doing and waved for him to come over.

Song Chunlin walked up to him obediently with a puzzled look on his face.

"Good kid, don't blame yourself. This is our first time doing business. Isn't it normal to have no experience?"

"That's right, Chunlin. We have earned more than 100 taels just from jam this year. In the past, we couldn't even think about it. Your father and I have no future in this life, but I am lucky. I gave birth to a good son. If you hadn't suggested setting up a stall, how could our family have so much income?"

Aunt Song couldn't help but slapped her son in the face: "What are you talking about? Who are you talking to?"

Song Dazhuang was timid and dared not resist.

Song A-mo cleared her throat and continued, "Your father's words are rough but true. If you hadn't said you wanted to set up a stall, our family would have never thought about it. The lack of stock only shows that we have too little experience. It also shows that our products are good, so people are willing to pay for them. In the past, our family could only make 20 taels a day for a year, and we had to deduct various expenses and favors. It was a great thing to have a few taels of silver left at the end of the year. This time, we made 100 taels in ten days, which is equivalent to the hard work of the past five years. So even though we work hard, we feel happy in our hearts, and that's enough."

Grandma Song touched her grandson's head lovingly. He was a little fatter and taller than this time last year. He was thin last year, but this year not only did he gain weight on his face, but his skin also became much whiter.

"Good boy, you don't have to feel that you are going back on your word. On the contrary, Grandpa is very happy. You are thinking about this family. We are all a family, and this is the most important thing."

Song Chunlin looked at Song Amma in a daze, then turned to look at the family members around him, his eyes feeling a little sore.

No one had ever told him this. In his previous life, he had gone to look for his parents and saw how happy their family was while he himself sat awkwardly on the sofa in their home. Sometimes he didn't understand why they were blood-related relatives, but in the end, they became so polite and distant as if they were strangers.

They asked him what he wanted to do, and Song Chunlin whispered that he needed tuition fees for study and living expenses for food.

But the other party frowned, as if he had made some strange request.

It was a particularly uncomfortable feeling. Even though he got the money in the end, he still felt like a sinner, as if he had destroyed someone else's happy family.

But the Song family gave him a different feeling. They accepted him unconditionally, trusted him, and even comforted him.

Instead of frowning and looking down on him with a condescending attitude, turning him into a self-conceited clown.

Song Chunlin silently hugged Song Amo's neck and buried his head in it. He didn't cry. He just wanted someone to hug him, to hug the self who was once despised.

And A-Mo Song really hugged the child tightly.

The news that the Song family no longer set up a stall spread the next day. Some people came to ask without giving up, and couldn't help wailing after getting the answer.

"I can't live without your jam. It's so delicious. Don't you really consider selling it for two more days?"

"Sir, it's not that we don't want to sell, but we really have run out of everything. Our last batch of jams are all here. How about you bring two more jars? Each person can buy two more jars today." Song Dazhuang is now more adept at dealing with customers. While refusing them, he still does not forget to promote his own products.

The man thought that he wouldn't be able to eat such delicious jam for a long time, so he quickly bought two more jars.

When others heard that they could buy two more cans, they also started to buy, fearing that they would be snatched up in the next second.

The Song family took out all of their stock today, which amounted to more than 500 cans. If it weren't for the purchase limit, they would have been sold out in an instant.

Song Chunlin noticed that several people who had already made purchases went back, changed their clothes, and queued up again.

Song Chunlin turned a blind eye and simply pretended not to see it, just hoping to sell out the inventory as soon as possible so that he could close the stall.

Perhaps the news of their closing the stall had spread, and more and more people rushed to the stall after hearing the news. Before noon, more than 500 jars of jam were sold out. Those who came later could only look at the empty stall with tears in their eyes.

Those who didn’t buy anything beat their chests and stamped their feet, while the Song family quickly packed up their stalls and went home.

Tomorrow is the 26th day of the twelfth lunar month, and they have to quickly clean up the house and sweep the yard. Song Chunlin has basically all the New Year's goods in his space. Song Dazhuang has already bought some New Year's gifts at the market. They don't have any relatives here, so they only prepared a few gifts for the familiar families in the village.

The New Year gifts from the Marquis' Mansion were delivered early in the morning on the 27th. In addition to some ordinary gifts, there was also a more valuable one. Song Chunlin guessed that it was for Song Xiaojiu.

As for the person who sent the gift, Song Chunlin thought it should be the emperor in the palace.

Song Chunlin opened the gift in front of everyone, and saw that inside were several sets of silk clothes made of fine material. The size of the clothes was just right for Song Xiaojiu, but the styles were simple and elegant. In addition to these clothes, there were also some small toys that children liked.

Song Xiaojiu stretched his head out curiously. After he came to the Song family, Song Chunlin gave him a lot of toys, all of which were brightly colored wooden toys. So he was not very interested in the ones on the table. He just touched them and stopped playing with them.

Song Qinshi was a little amused and put away his things for him, thinking that he could play with them again when he remembered them later.

In addition to these gifts, Gu Fengyue also specially sent a batch of lanterns with novel styles. Song Chunlin was so fascinated by the lanterns that he asked Song Dazhuang to hang them up for him that day.

Seeing that his son liked it, Song Dazhuang naturally brought a ladder and hung up the gorgeous or lovely lanterns one by one according to his son's instructions.

"You know what, once these lanterns are hung up, it really does create a New Year atmosphere."