Dressed as an ancient leftover man

Chapter 119

Three days later, the pear preserves made by Lu Zhengan were passed through water and honey for the last time. After a morning of drying, the taste was no different from those sold in dry goods stores outside.

Because Lu Zhengan and others are very particular about the materials they choose, and whether the sugar water or honey is genuine, it actually tastes better than what is sold in shops.

However, when Song Huaishu looked at the finished product, he couldn't help but feel a little stunned after silently calculating the cost in his mind. Not to mention autumn pears and sugar, the price of honey alone is already astonishing.

Lu Zhengan talked with everyone for a while, but found that he had not heard Song Huaishu's voice beside him, and he couldn't help but feel a little strange. Turning his head to look at Song Huaishu, he saw that his brows were slightly wrinkled, as if he had something to worry about.

Seeing this, Lu Zhengan lightly bumped Song Huaishu with his shoulder. When he saw him, he raised his head and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong? Why do you look a little unhappy?"

"No, I just calculated the cost. The cost of this pear preserve seems to be too high. I heard you said before that when we open a shop, we only do business for the common people. So what is the cost of this pear preserve?" If the price is too high, if the price is too low, I'm afraid you'll lose money, right?"

When he heard that Song Huaishu was worried about this, Lu Zhengan couldn't help but laugh. He reached out to hold his hand, squeezed it, and explained: "Since we are opening a shop, it is normal for the price of things to vary. If the price is high, we will make less. Preserved fruits at ordinary prices. Let's make more dried fruits. By the way, are the dried autumn pears from before? They're also dried? They're almost ready? You can go to the garden behind and bring some for everyone to try."

He Zhonglin sent a cart of autumn pears, weighing at least four to five hundred kilograms. In addition to the dozens of kilograms used to make pear preserves, Lu Zhengan and Song Huaishu distributed some to the villagers. The rest were peeled, cored, cut into slices and dried into dried pears.

The weather has been good these days, so these dried pears are moved to the backyard to be dried every day, and they are already dried. However, dried pears are not as crystal clear as pear preserves. Everyone looked at the dried pears placed in the small dustpan of Song Huaishu, and they took it up with suspicion and took a sip before they all nodded.

"It looks dry, but it tastes pretty good."

Listening to Mrs. Ge's evaluation, Lu Zheng'an said with a smile: "These dried pears look a bit ugly, but in fact they are better than preserved pears. Preserved pears are made entirely of sugar and honey." , although they are all good things. But eating too much is not good for people who have a bad stomach or are too fat."

With that said, Lu Zheng'an grabbed a handful and greeted everyone: "Okay, let's sit down and talk first. I'll make some tea for you with the dried pears we made, and let you try how it tastes." ."

Everyone had nothing to do and had something to eat, so naturally they were very happy. When Lu Zhengan brought it out, there were already peanut shells on the ground.

The little Lu Xingyi walked on his two short legs and took a bite of snacks in the east and dried fruits in the west. He was very happy. When he saw his father coming out with a tea tray, he immediately ran towards him with his little arms.

Lu Zheng'an was afraid that if she rushed over, the tea in the tea tray would burn her, so he repeatedly asked Song Huaishu to hold him in his arms. After Song Huaishu lifted Lu Xingyi up, he felt relieved and walked over with the tea tray.