Crossing the farm gate, the whole family reunites in the disaster year

The seaweed silk was made, but there was another problem.

Pickles are different from other foods. You can't set up a table, prepare bowls and chopsticks, and eat them and leave. Instead, you have to take them home and eat them slowly.

This involves the issue of packaging.

Other shops selling pickles in the county town use ceramic jars to pack the better ones. A palm-sized jar can hold one kilogram of pickles and they are mostly sold to wealthy families.

There are also bulk pickles, which are cheap. Customers can bring their own containers and buy as much as they want.

It’s too late to prepare the clay pot now, so I have to find something else to replace it.

Cui Zhaozhao felt sorry for his mother and volunteered to make some pancakes. The four of them had a simple meal with the seaweed shreds.

Xiaoliu dipped the pancake in the vegetable juice and ate until his cheeks were bulging.

"It's delicious, much better than wild vegetables."

Although the vegetables for daily consumption were replanted in the fields, most of them did not grow well, and the dishes were still mainly wild vegetables.

Cui Jingwen waved his hand and said, "Eat as much as you can. The last thing we'll lack in the future is seaweed."

Lin glanced at her heroic eldest son, who had no idea how much effort it took to cut kelp into shreds.

However, she already had a preliminary idea and was ready to find someone to make a slicing tool.

The table had just been cleared when Shiro's little head excitedly popped in from the crack in the door.

"Aunt San, there's good news!"

Cui Zhaozhao was close to the door, so he reached out to open it and let Silang in to talk.

Lin smiled and asked, "What good news?"

"The brick kiln manager came to see me today." Silang couldn't hide his joy. "He said he wanted to buy some repair recipes."

Thinking of the brick kiln manager's polite attitude, Silang still felt a little flattered.

Lin was not surprised: "How much silver did he pay?"

Shi Lang held out his palm: "Five taels of silver!"

"You agreed?" Lin asked naturally.

Shi Lang shook his head decisively: "I want to come back and discuss it with my uncle and aunt first."

He didn't dare to make the decision on such a big matter alone.

This business was originally intended for Silang to practice, and Lin wanted Silang to make his own decision.

"So what does your Third Uncle think?"

Si Lang scratched his head: "I haven't told Third Uncle yet, I want to ask Third Aunt first."

In his mind, his third uncle was only good at farming and was not as good as his third aunt.

Lin laughed: "This method was thought up by your third uncle, why don't you ask him what he thinks first."

Silang was sent away like this, and soon he came back running.

"Uncle San said he...he always listens to Aunt San."

After saying that, he quickly glanced at Lin's expression.

There was no change on Lin's face, but Cui Jingwen and Cui Zhaozhao could no longer sit still.

Cui Jingwen rolled up his sleeves: "What does he mean? Can he be as obedient as me?!"

Cui Zhaozhao clenched his fist: "It's fake."

Shiro stood at the door, his legs starting to shake unconsciously.

He was just delivering the message, but Third Brother's expression looked like he wanted to eat him.

"Everyone, sit down." Lin's expression was indifferent. "We're talking about business, nothing else. He has no objection. Then, Shilang, tell me what you think."

It was not until Cui Jingwen and Cui Zhaozhao sat down that Silang said with a stiff upper lip, "I think five taels of silver is a lot." He had never seen so much money before.

The villagers are busy from the beginning of the year to the end of the year, and if they can have two taels of silver left, it is considered a blessing from God.

Five taels of silver is a huge sum of money.

Lin didn't give him a definitive answer, but instead asked, "Have you ever noticed how much waste a kiln of pottery produces?"

Shi Lang immediately replied, "The last time I went there, they took two carts of scrap from one kiln, about two hundred pieces."

Lin nodded, Shilang was very observant.

“So how many kilns can they produce in a day?”

"There are two kilns in total, one for the morning and one for the evening."

"That's five hundred pieces," Lin said, understandingly. "Suppose we bring back all the defective pieces and repair them at a price of one penny each, that would be five hundred pennies a day."

Silang subconsciously counted on his fingers. One tael of silver was worth one thousand wen, and he could earn one tael in two days.

Those ten days were...

Five taels!

Silang raised his head suddenly and found that his third aunt was looking at him with a smile.

I almost lost a lot of money.

"If we need money urgently, we can sell the recipe all at once, but we are not in a hurry right now. It would be better to switch to a long-term profitable cooperation."

"I'll talk to the brick kiln manager tomorrow!"

"The price is not fixed. You can negotiate a little bit. If you think the price is right, you can settle on it."

Silang nodded seriously, and went back to think about it with a lot of ideas in his mind.