Only this green, not disappointing the spring

Chapter 228 Honeydew Fruit

To be honest, there is nothing special about this canned fruit except that it is sweeter. Its most attractive feature is that it can be preserved for a long time. Therefore, this is the most concerned issue for everyone.

Shangguan Qingyue also tasted it and found it tasted quite good. After a moment of contemplation, she replied:

"Because I can't guarantee the sealing of the jars, I'm not 100% sure. So, I plan to open a shop in the city, store half of the cans in the cellar, and sell the other half as usual."

As she spoke, she looked at the anxious Qian Guangjin and said soothingly:

"Don't worry, Captain Qian. We will also sell the preserved apricots in the store. Our workshop has collected all the fruits from the two villages. Even if we can't sell them, the risk will be borne by me alone."

During this period, Shangguan Qingyue received considerable dividends from Shangpin Pavilion and Wangyou Inn, and earned a lot of money. She could still afford the risk of such a workshop.

However, she was not some saintly woman. Seeing the two deputies heaving a sigh of relief, she added:

"However, we have to sign a contract. The fruits from Shuying Village and Fangfei Village will be sold to our workshop first within three years. If they are still willing to continue cooperation after three years, we can renew the contract.

If either party is unwilling, the cooperation will be terminated immediately, and from then on, both parties will owe nothing to each other and live in peace. "

The two village heads nodded repeatedly. This was a great thing and there was no reason for them to disagree.

Seeing that it was still early, Shangguan Qingyue arranged for someone to wash the basket of apricots and prepare them for pickling.

Compared to canned peaches, the production process of preserved apricots is simpler, but it takes longer because the flesh needs to be marinated with sugar to remove moisture, and this step alone takes three hours.

Qian Guangjin was not in a hurry. He took his two sons back with a smile and said he would come back early the next morning. He was holding two cans of peach cans given by Shangguan Qingyue in his hands, looking very precious.

He planned to take it home, seal it with wax himself, and leave it for a month to verify whether it would go bad.

While the apricots were being pickled, the good student Shangguan Qingyue excitedly carried a basket of canned peaches up the mountain. Little Shitou loved sweets, and the aloof gentleman seemed to like them too, so they each kept three cans.

"Is the sir here? I brought you some freshly made food. Please help me taste it."

Hearing the voice before seeing the person, Xuanyuan Yan shook his head helplessly, put down the pen in his hand, tidied his clothes a little before responding:

"Enter."

As soon as the door was opened, a little face with a bright smile appeared, and the whole room seemed to be brightened up a little.

Shangguan Qingyue put down what he was holding and immediately said:

"Please wait a moment. I'll go to the kitchen and cut the fruit pulp..."

"No need, just let the servants do this. You came at the right time. I just looked at the handwriting you wrote yesterday and I'm not satisfied. You can practice for a while."

…I was careless. She shouldn’t have come here in person! It’s a rare day off. Why didn’t she use her brain? Alas…

Qing Yi was very observant and took the jar out. After a while, he brought back two bowls of chopped fruit pulp.

Xuanyuan Yan immediately said after reading it:

"She has been cooking for most of the day, so she must have eaten a lot. Leave these two bowls to me."

Qing Yi followed his instructions and placed the bowl in front of Xuanyuan Yan, then quietly left. He wanted to close the door out of habit, but then thought it was inappropriate, so he let go of his hand and walked away quickly.

Pouting, Shangguan Qingyue took a piece of paper covered with marks on it with a cinnabar pen, looked at it carefully, and the reluctance in her heart instantly disappeared.

Every word she wrote was carefully checked. The good ones were underlined, and the bad ones were circled with examples written next to them. With the teacher being so serious, how could she, as a student, complain?

So I took a deep breath, calmed myself down and focused, ground some ink, spread out a piece of white paper, and started writing seriously.

Xuanyuan Yan scooped a small piece of fruit pulp into his mouth with a spoon and nodded with satisfaction. He gradually realized that he loved sweets very much. But he was very demanding about sweets, and he didn't like anything that was too sweet or too bland.

In order to verify this, he once asked his subordinates to run around all the pastry shops in Shancang County, buy all the sweets available, and try them one by one, but they only liked two or three of them.

When he thought about it carefully, it seemed that anything made by this girl tasted good to him.

Stirring the thick soup with a spoon, he tried to scoop up a little and tasted it. It tasted good, but it seemed like something was missing.

When he saw Shangguan Qingyue dip his brush in ink again, he commented directly:

"It tastes good, but it looks a bit too plain. I agree with your idea of ​​changing to a glass jar, but I still feel like something is missing.

If it is sold to a wealthy family, it will lack elegance.”

Shangguan Qingyue subconsciously put the end of the brush into her mouth and bit it unconsciously. She didn't even realize that the ink had rubbed onto her arm.

Xuanyuan Yan sighed as he watched. How could this girl be so casual? She didn't have any of the etiquette and rules that a lady from a noble family should have. But seeing that she was thinking seriously, he couldn't bear to disturb her and had to let her be.

I hope she won't hit me on the head again.

There was a "pop" sound, and this time it wasn't the head that was hit, but her thigh. Xuanyuan Yan could imagine that there must be five finger marks on her leg, and suddenly he felt that his idea was too absurd, and his ears immediately turned red.

He cleared his throat and asked:

"You are so frightened, could it be that you have come up with a good idea?"

"Sir, that's a good idea. I've come up with a plan. Please listen to it.

In the students' view, the word "elegant" means that the food should have "color", "fragrance" and "taste". It would be perfect if it had a name that sounds scholarly.

Now, my canned peaches taste pretty good, except for the color and aroma."

When she was excited, she held the brush with both hands, and her left hand held the entire brush head without noticing. Xuanyuan Yan opened his mouth, but finally held back, and asked with his hand on his forehead:

"Tell me, how are you going to make a fuss about 'color' and 'fragrance'?"

Shangguan Qingyue immediately leaned forward excitedly and said:

"I picked a lot of pear petals to make pear blossom wine, but my grandmother kept them before I used them all. Do you think if I put some petals in the canned peaches, would it look beautiful and have the fragrance of pear blossoms?

Furthermore, if the colored glaze jar can be made into something that makes people’s eyes light up, wouldn’t that also add to the ‘color’?”

"Putting pear blossoms in canned peaches? You're so smart. What about the name? What kind of scholarly name do you plan to give it?"

Although Xuanyuan Yan was harsh in his words, he actually listened with interest. This girl is not very smart, but she has genius.

Shangguan Qingyue smiled slyly:

"Hehehe, of course I have to trouble you with the naming, sir. You are the most knowledgeable person in our Xiangxue Village!

It does seem a bit incongruous to put pear petals inside peaches. Tomorrow I will ask the village head to go to Fangfei Village to ask if anyone has stockpiled peach petals.

Even if there is none, it doesn’t matter. How many people can really tell the difference between boiled pear blossoms and peach blossoms? Don’t you think so? "

"Wrong logic! Do you think those ladies from wealthy families spend their days in their boudoirs, feeling sad and depressed? You can easily tell the difference by just smelling it. If you really can't find it, I'll send someone to look for it.

As for the name...

How about calling it 'Water Honey Fruit'? I just tasted the juice in the flesh, and it tasted like honey water with a fruity aroma."

"Sir, you are so talented! I admire you so much! I'll call you Honey Fruit, it's a very appropriate name!"

Shangguan Qingyue jumped up from her seat, waving her hands excitedly. Only then did she realize that her left hand was holding the tip of the pen, and ink was all over her body.

Tsk, how embarrassing...