HCB Chapter 209 Dried Fruit
Chapter 209 Dried Fruit
He scratched his head unconsciously and continued, "My sister bought this passion fruit from somewhere and grew it. We want to make it into dried fruit, thinking that we might be able to sell it for some money, but I'm really unsure if anyone would be willing to buy it."
Yang Qingfeng's voice became smaller and smaller, as if he felt that the question he asked was a little ridiculous.
When the drugstore owner heard about passion fruit, he was stunned and didn't say anything for a long time.
His eyes widened in surprise and disbelief. He had only seen passion fruit in medical books and had always thought it was just a rare and legendary thing. He had never imagined that Xiuying actually had it.
The boss came back to his senses and asked anxiously, "Tell me quickly, what does this passion fruit look like? Did you bring it with you?"
His eyes were fixed on Yang Qingfeng, full of anticipation.
Yang Qingfeng hesitated for a moment, then slowly took out an unripe passion fruit from his arms. The fruit's skin was still slightly green, and it exuded a faint, unique aroma.
Yang Qingfeng carefully held the passion fruit and said, "This one is not yet ripe. The ripe ones are kept in the village."
There was a hint of worry in his eyes, wondering whether this unripe passion fruit could satisfy the pharmacy owner.
When he saw the legendary passion fruit, the drugstore owner's eyes instantly lit up like stars in the night sky. He seemed to be frozen in place, staring straight at the unripe passion fruit in Yang Qingfeng's hand, as if he could already see the ladies' money rolling towards him.
A picture quickly emerged in his mind: those pampered ladies sitting elegantly in the courtyard, tasting the fruit tea made with passion fruit and praising it highly. His pharmacy became famous because of this and his business became more prosperous.
The owner of the medicine shop was so excited that his voice trembled as he muttered to himself, "Passion fruit is an excellent ingredient for making fruit tea!"
He seemed to have already smelled the sweet and tempting aroma of fruit tea and seen the bustling scene of supply exceeding demand.
The boss couldn't wait to reach out his hand, wanting to take the passion fruit and examine it carefully, muttering to himself, "If this passion fruit could be supplied in large quantities, my pharmacy would make a fortune!"
Yang Qingfeng subconsciously put the passion fruit into his arms, stared at the owner of the medicine shop, and asked, "How much do you charge for dried passion fruit?" At this moment, he was nervous and full of anticipation.
This time, the boss didn't hesitate at all and readily extended five fingers. Yang Qingfeng thought to himself that five cents was not bad and could bring in some extra income for the family.
However, before Yang Qingfeng could open his mouth, the boss suddenly said loudly: "Five hundred coins per catty!" The voice was like a thunder, exploding in Yang Qingfeng's ears.
Yang Qingfeng was completely stunned, his eyes widened and his mouth opened wide. He couldn't believe his ears. His heart began to beat violently and his mind was in a mess, with only the words "five hundred coins per catty" echoing in his mind over and over again.
After a long while, Yang Qingfeng finally recovered and stammered, "Boss, are you...are you serious? Five hundred coins per catty?"
His voice trembled with excitement, and his hands unconsciously clutched the corners of his clothes.
When Yang Qingfeng heard the price the boss quoted, his heart exploded: Holy crap! Five hundred coins per pound? This dried passion fruit is actually so valuable!
I originally thought I'd be lucky to make a few cents, but this is a steal! If I'd known dried fruit was so valuable, why hadn't I discovered this way to make a fortune sooner?
Yang Qingfeng's eyes widened as he wondered if the dried cabbages in the field would also be valuable. Oh my god, if dried cabbages could also be sold at a good price, wouldn't that make him rich?
When the time comes, I will build a big house and marry a beautiful wife. Oh no, Huahua is quite pretty. I want to eat meat buns every day!
Coming out of the pharmacy, the sunlight shone on Yang Qingfeng and Sun Dasao's eldest son Jindan, making their faces look particularly bright.
Yang Qingfeng tightly grasped the silver he had just earned from selling angelica in his hand, and the smile on his face was as bright as a flower blooming in spring.
As he walked, he couldn't help humming a little tune: "Today is such a good day, good luck keeps knocking on my door, the seven stars are shining brightly, bringing good luck, and treasures are piling up from all directions."
Jindan was equally beaming, his hands driving the ox cart seeming even stronger. He kept muttering, "This time I can give my mother a surprise when I get home. She's sure to be overjoyed."
Aunt Xiuying told them to help process the medicinal herbs, and she would pay them when the herbs were sold, so they could make money.
The streets were bustling with people, and the hawkers' calls echoed one after another, but Yang Qingfeng and Jindan seemed to hear nothing, their hearts completely immersed in their own joy.
Jindan skillfully waved the whip and drove the ox cart, saying, "Brother Qingfeng, let's go buy the things my mother asked us to buy."
Yang Qingfeng smiled and replied, "Alright, Golden Egg, today is really going smoothly and the God of Wealth is in your favor! Money is rolling into our home!"
Jindan scratched his head and looked at Yang Qingfeng and said, "Brother Qingfeng, words from educated people like you are more pleasant to hear. Just like the couplets posted on the door during the New Year."
The ox cart moved forward slowly, and the wheels turned rumblingly, as if accompanying their good mood.
The laughter of the two echoed in the air, filling the day with hope and joy.
Yang Qingfeng asked Jindan with a smile on his face: "Jindan, what do you want to buy? Go buy what you need quickly. You just wasted quite a while."
While skillfully operating the ox cart, Jindan answered loudly: "Brother Qingfeng, there are a lot of things to buy. First of all, we have to buy kerosene. The kerosene at home is almost used up. We also have to buy salt. This is indispensable." Jindan's voice was crisp and loud, revealing a cheerful energy.
As he was talking, Jindan parked the ox cart steadily outside a salt shop.
He jumped off the ox cart nimbly and called to the villagers who were accompanying him: "Let's go in and buy some salt." The villagers responded and followed Jindan into the salt shop.
Yang Qingfeng stayed on the ox cart to look after them. He found a comfortable place to sit down, but his eyes kept looking towards the door of the salt shop, hoping that they could buy what they needed smoothly.
Before leaving, Xiuying told Yang Qingfeng that he didn't need to buy anything, just sell the angelica, and also to find out how the medicine shop buys dried angelica and wolfberry.
Yang Qingfeng sat on the oxcart, his eyes fixed on the people coming in and out of the salt shop. His brows furrowed slightly, and he thought to himself, "Everyone seems to be hoarding salt." This scene made his heart skip a beat.