Fragrance Returned

Ding Xiang gave Ding Zhuang and Ding Zhao a piece each.

When they took the sugar, the tissue paper outside was very dry, not sticky at all, and no sugar liquid flowed out. But the sugar inside the tissue paper melted in several places and stuck to the tissue paper.

Put the sugar in your mouth, the tissue paper melts in your mouth, has no peculiar smell, and does not affect the taste of the sugar at all.

Ding Xiang pointed to the other two pieces of candy wrapped in paper and said, "These two pieces of candy wrapped in paper have only been left outside for two days without any change."

Ding Zhao picked up the candy and touched the rice paper. The outside was very dry. When you peel it off with your hands, the thin paper on the outside is revealed, and the sugar inside is also very dry.

Ding Zhuang smiled and said, "Xiangxiang is smart, this is a good way to store sugar. However, our family doesn't have that much sugar, so we don't need Xiangxiang to bother making such tissue paper."

Ding Zhao thought of another possibility, "What does Xiangxiang mean?"

Ding Liren blinked his bright little eyes and said proudly, "Of course it's the seller."

clever!

Especially Ding Liren, the little boy who was just seven years old, actually guessed that she wanted to sell her son.

Dingxiang Nuonuo said, "I named this kind of tissue paper, rice paper. It can not only wrap sugar, but also can wrap candied haws, sweet cakes, pills and other things that contain sugar and are easy to melt. It is convenient for these things It looks good and sells well, so the store will definitely be willing to buy it.”

Ding Zhao was very happy, picked up Ding Xiang, kissed her, and said with a smile, "My daughter is smart, of course they are willing to buy it. We won't sell it in the county this time. The shops there are not big, so they can't sell it at a good price."

Ding Zhuang asked Ding Zhao, "Are you sure there is no such paper in the provincial capital and the capital?"

He had only been to the provincial capital once at the furthest point. When he was still young, his experience was far less than that of Ding Zhao.

Ding Zhao smiled and said, "I have been to Xianggui Zhai, the largest candy store in the capital, and there is no such paper. The pills in Qianjin Medical Center are not wrapped in this kind of paper. If they are not placed in wooden boxes and porcelain bottles and sealed with wax, , as time goes by, I get it. My Xiangxiang is so smart, he can think of this good idea just by seeing the rice cake beside the pot."

Reading thousands of books is not as good as traveling thousands of miles. Ding Zhao went to the capital once and gained a lot of knowledge.

Ding Zhuang was even more happy, as if he had thought of this recipe.

"If you can make more money by selling in the provincial capital, go ahead."

Ding Zhao shook his head, "Dad, I want to go to Qianjin Medicine Hall or Xianggui Zhai in the capital to sell it. I can sell it at a good price and buy some good medicine for Dad."

Except for Ding Zhuang, no one noticed the deep meaning in his eyes.

Ding Zhuang raised his eyebrows and said, "Okay, if you want to go, go ahead. At your feet, the emperor, please pay attention to safety."

When Ding Xiang heard about going to the capital, she longed for it. She put her little face against Ding Zhao's big face and said, "Dad, Xiangxiang wants to go too."

Ding Zhuang frowned and said, "No, now you can't even go to the town or county, let alone the capital. The people in Jiaozipu are ruthless, don't let them steal you and sell you."

Ding Zhao rarely became serious with his daughter, "Adults, go and do business, children are not allowed to cause trouble."

Ding Xiang also knew that she couldn't be willful, so she didn't pursue the road again.

She then told her, "This kind of paper is very useful and should be sold for at least one hundred taels of silver."

This is an innovation in packaging that is more practical and versatile than recipes.

Ding Zhao was very happy and said, "One hundred taels is less than that, so try to sell more. If they buy this recipe, they can sell it in other shops. If they sell it in several places with small profits but quick turnover, they can make more money." . We are ordinary people, and it is enough to sell it at a good price once."

Yes, if you sell more people to far away places, even if you only sell them for twenty taels of silver, you can earn more.

Ding Xiang suddenly realized that she was imprisoned by the Internet article she had read in her previous life, and she could still sell her son like this.

She said, "Since they can sell to far away places, we can too. Let Grandpa San take Uncle Guo and Uncle Guo to sell in more places. Uncle San used to be a businessman and is familiar with the routes. Bargain.”

Ding Zhao smiled and said, "Xiangxiang is really a little person, with a good idea. However, we are not like those big companies, we have no horses or semicolons, and the speed is much slower. And those big companies have to get the prescriptions themselves. Go sell it and run ahead of us, what else should we sell?”

Also, the fastest means of transportation in ancient times was the horse, which I didn’t have at home.

Ding Zhuang said, "Let's ask about that beast along the way."

Ding Zhao nodded and said, "After such a big disaster, Chizi fled far away even if he wanted to escape..."

It is not certain that he will be hacked to death.

Ding Zhuang was so angry that he said harshly, "It would be better to die." He then ordered, "After selling the money, I will buy some beautiful ruler heads for Xiangxiang, and buy some good inks and pens for Liren. Also give them to Lichun. Buy a good piece of cloth to make clothes, don't wear too coquettishly in the escort agency."

Seeing Ding Lilai looking at him eagerly, he added, "Buy some more candies and snacks for Lilai."

Ding Xiang said, "Dad, don't buy me a ruler. Buy more good silk threads and come back to weave nice knots."

After the discussion, Ding Zhao, Ding Xiang, and Zhang went to the kitchen to boil corn paste and filter out impurities.

Ding Zhao asked very puzzledly, "Xiangxiang, how do you know to filter out the corn paste inside?"

Ding Xiang thought for a while and said, "It's mushy and opaque, doesn't look good, and it doesn't taste good."

Mrs. Zhang laughed and said, "It's really a mistake. If there is corn paste, it will go bad after a short time. The rice skin on the side of the pot doesn't have those things, so it won't go bad no matter how hot it is."

Ding Xiang gave my mother a thumbs up in her heart. It was difficult for her to explain the quality issue, so I answered it for her.

After finishing their work, Zhang and Dingxiang went back to the house to rest, and Ding Zhao went to the upper room again.

Ding Zhuang has been waiting for him in the house.

Ding Zhuang whispered, "An An only revealed those few words to me before he died. He died before he finished speaking. He said that if the person was alive, he would come to us, but he has not come until now. Maybe he is dead. Then If your family can ask, just ask, don't be too deliberate and arouse others' suspicion."

Ding Zhuang had always kept that secret in his heart. As long as no one came looking for it, he would live like this for the rest of his life. It was after he cut off his finger that he was afraid that he would die, so he told Ding Zhao.

Ding Zhao said, "I know, it won't attract anyone's attention."

He also had another purpose that he didn't dare to tell his father. If you really find out about that family, see if their descendants have ever lost or "died" a child...

He hoped in his heart that he wouldn't get any news, that his family, the descendants of that family, and Xiangxiang's real family would live separately and never know each other's existence.

The next morning, several sheets of rice paper were completely dry, and there were more than forty sheets cut into small squares. Pull it gently, it's very tough.

Zhang's is more delicate than Lilac, and the resulting rice paper is thinner, more uniform, and more transparent.

Ding Zhao did another experiment. A piece of candy was wrapped in a piece of paper, and a pill that Ding Zhuang took was wrapped in a piece of paper, and placed directly on the stove near the fire.

After the meal was finished, the malt sugar had melted a lot, but it just couldn't flow out. The pills don't contain much honey, but they still melt a little.

The candy and pills wrapped in rice paper were as clean as ever.