Chapter 10 The Value of Sour Plum Soup

There was lightning and thunder outside, the wind blew the window lattices creaked, and the raindrops fell down. Shen Shaoguang went to close the window, sat at the door with a small beard bed, watched the rain, and rolled glutinous rice balls—more on that later. Mash glutinous rice, boiled and eaten for breakfast.

Shen Shaoguang is from the north and came into contact with the south to eat when he was in college. There is a girl from Jiangnan in the same bedroom, with watery skin and a soft and glutinous voice. She loves to tinker with dormitory cooking. She can’t wait to make a full-fledged meal with a rice cooker, and she can play a good guerrilla with the dormitory aunt.

This brewing Yuanzi was learned from this ingenious girl from the water town at that time. The first time ate it, didn’t think so, but then fell in love with this faint fragrance and sweetness, which is different from the rich and colorful food in the north, but it was very ironic in stomach. .

Thinking of those happy times, Shen Shaoguang sighed, rainy days are always especially easy to make people feel old things.

The rain was still falling, and there was more water in the yard. There were blisters on it. Shen Shaoguang tilted his head and looked at the sky. time, delaying the morning stalls.

Since the Dragon Boat Festival, God seems to have suddenly woken up and made up for the rain that was owed before. It is a big drop for three days and a small drop for two days. The strange thing is that the heat does not subside because of the frequent rain, but instead A more unbearable way came to everyone - the damp heat, the so-called sauna days of later generations.

Due to this weather, Shen Shaoguang's plan to set up a stall to make money has also been delayed a lot. Fortunately, he saved some money a while ago, especially at the Dragon Boat Festival Qujiang Dragon Boat Festival. - It's useless to be in a hurry, isn't it?

When Shen Shaoguang was holding a bowl, eating glutinous rice balls, and drinking wine-stuffed soup with candied osmanthus flowers, the rain finally stopped, and along with the rain, there was another guest.

With broad shoulders, long legs and a black face, his strong body propped up the sauce-colored round-neck robe. Shen Shaoguang narrowed his eyes slightly, remembering the officer who bought all the sour plum soup that day!

It shouldn't be because of a bad stomach to find the back account...

The acquaintance Jingci looked curious and inquiring. Shen Shaoguang didn't chase her, but just smiled and asked, "What's the matter with the general?"

The officer was just an eighth-rank Xuanjie Colonel. He opened his mouth to this little lady and promoted himself to a ten-level officer. He was a little embarrassed, but he didn't correct her, only smiled, "The little lady's ebony drink was very good that day. Colleagues and brothers were thinking hard, and inquiring in every possible way, only to find out that the little lady lives in this nunnery in Chongxian Square, and someone just passed by the shop and wants to buy more."

Hearing that this person was a general, Jingci's expression lifted. Hearing that he was buying sour plum soup, his eight-character eyebrows drooped down in desperation, and he deserved to make money from this surnamed Shen!

But he didn't want Shen Shaoguang to push the business out: "The general doesn't know, it's cooked for the Dragon Boat Festival, but it's not available on weekdays. If the general wants to drink it at home, tell him one day in advance, and he can prepare it. Go to the army, please forgive me for not obeying."

The officer frowned, "Why is that?"

"Looking at the general's clothes on that day, I think it was from the forbidden army. The forbidden army guards the emperor and protects Gyeonggi. The responsibility is really heavy. There are also rules for food procurement. It’s okay to sell it once in a while, but it’s better not to die now. Shen Shaoguang has always cherished his life.

The officer didn't expect Shen Shaoguang to be so cautious, so he could not help but look at her.

Shen Shaoguang smiled and let him look at it.

"Since the little lady doesn't want to, and I don't ask for it, leave!" The officer put on his bucket hat and turned to leave.

"Actually, it's not impossible" Shen Shaoguang said with a smile.

The officer frowned and turned to look at her.

"This ebony is still in the pot of the imperial chef's pot. It's all the same, so why not let the people of the public chef cook it?"

Of course it didn't make this taste out of it! It's not that haven't done it in the past.

Suddenly, the officer reacted, "The girl wants to—"

Shen Shaoguang squinted his eyes and smiled, "I would like to offer this ebony drink recipe, then, the public chef can cook whenever he wants, cook as much as he wants, and cook as much as he wants, it's clean and safe, and the general doesn't have to worry about it. , this is great." Retail crosses wholesale and directly enters the formula buyout stage.

The officer nodded slowly. He knew the shrewdness of the little lady in front of him. He didn't dare to think that she was really "giving", so he asked, "How much is the little lady asking for?"

Shen Shaoguang pondered, "How about twenty taels of silver?"

Shen Shaoguang claimed that he didn't have a lion's big mouth. Twenty taels of money was a year's worth of money for a small man, but for a rich man, it was only two pieces of medium silk money. All public chefs in the yamen have specially allocated “food books” for food expenses, and the government offices of each yamen “reserve the basics and make profits”, and the food expenses are not used at all, so the officials often divide the food. As the military directly under the royal family, the Imperial Army only cares more about these twenty taels of silver?

The officer was in his thirties, and he was promoted to an eighth-rank officer. His monthly salary was only a dozen taels. Hearing Shen Shaoguang open his mouth to ask for twenty, he could not help frowning. Can people accept it?

Knowing that he was a minor official, Shen Shaoguang was afraid that he could not be the master, so he smiled and said, "Although the matter is small, it involves the banning of the army's food, so the general may wish to consider it carefully."

The officer nodded to Shen Shaoguang, put on the bamboo hat, and walked out with the mink jacket in his hand.

Jingci on the side looked at Shen Shaoguang, as if the door to a new world had been opened.

Shen Shaoguang felt that just a sour plum soup, not the dragon meat in the sky, how much more can you make if you monopolize it? Besides, I am really short of money right now - setting up a stall outside is affected by the weather too much, and the place at the entrance of the workshop is too small, so I can't even put a table, just a small stove every day to spread pancakes, when will I be able to earn enough pension money? So, it's better to set up a small shop.

In the afternoon of the second day, seeing the figure of the officer, Shen Shaoguang knew that it was done.

The officer is not a lover of words. Since Shangguan approved it, he paid Shen Shaoguang twenty taels of silver, and said to the servant behind him, "You and this little lady learn to cook black plum drink."

Shen Shaoguang took out the ingredients and taught them with all his heart. When the twilight bell was about to ring, a small pot of sour plum juice was finally boiled, put it in the well in the backyard of the nunnery, and took a small bowl for the officers and servants to taste.

The officer nodded, "That's what it smells like." He asked the handyman again, "Have you learned it?"

The handyman was very young, in his mid-twenties, with a pair of smart smiling eyes. Seeing the officer asked, he hurriedly smiled and said, "Don't worry, Captain, you have learned everything."

Shen Shaoguang originally wanted to write a prescription - to receive money from people, he must receive both money and money, but then, out of the prudence of being victimized by paranoia, he didn't write it in the end, only smiled: "If there is something I don't remember. All right, just come and ask me."

The officer nodded and left with the handyman. Shen Shaoguang weighed the twenty taels of silver, and returned to the house in a happy mood.