Chapter 680: Best Ratio
Farmer's Wife Has Magic Skills
Translator: Henyee Translations | Editor: Henyee Translations
With three pounds of meat per test batch, Chu Qingzhi prepared ten batches, each with a different ratio of salted duck egg whites to experiment with.
As she busied herself in the workshop, Chu Xuhua, Chu Qingning, Chu Qingshuang, and Wu Yaqing came to assist.
Seeing Wu Yaqing, Chu Qingzhi recalled her earlier visit to the bookshop and asked, âYaqing, how did your story go?â
The others, intrigued by the mention of a story, looked on with curiosity.
Wu Yaqing, who had faced rejection at the bookstore, shook her head in dejection, âDonât mention it. The shopkeeper wouldnât even look at my book, dismissing me as a troublemaker.â
Chu Qingzhi comforted her, âDonât worry, weâll think of another way.â
Wu Yaqing was visibly disheartened by her experience, lamenting the lack of recognition for her talent and wishing she were a man to at least have her stories considered before being rejected.
Chu Qingzhi then suggested, âIf it really doesnât work out, we can open our own bookstore. Whatâs there to fear?â
This idea sparked a light in Wu Yaqingâs eyes, and she quickly embraced the suggestion, âRight, why should I wait for othersâ approval? Iâll start my own store.â
Everyone agreed that this was a direct solution to the problem.
Wu Yaqing glanced at everyone. âIâll go find a site tomorrow and open the bookstore.â
Chu Qingzhi suggested, âBefore opening a shop, go and take a look at someone elseâs shop. You can open it after you know what to do. Donât be rash. Otherwise, it will be very troublesome to clean up the mess.â
Wu Yaqing nodded. âQingzhi, Iâll listen to you. I want to go and take a look, but Iâll definitely open the bookstore.â
âWe all believe in you.â
Chu Qingning asked with interest, âYaqing, what story did you write? Can you show it tons?â
Wu Yaqing agreed readily. âIâll show it to you when we get back.â
Chu Qingningnodded, âOkay.â
With the discussions and laughter, Chu Qingzhiâs ten batches of sausages were ready.
She scooped up the sausages from the pot and placed them on a plate that was numbered. Then, she brought the sausages home and cut them into pieces. She placed them on the table for everyone to eat and choose the best one.
The plates were placed on the table in a row. Chu Qingzhi asked everyone to eat them all first. Then, they could place the chopsticks in front of the dish that they felt was the best. The dish with the most chopsticks was the best.
After explaining the rules, Chu Qingzhi had everyone taste test the sausages.
The unanimous choice was the third batch.
This batch had the perfect balance of flavor, unlike the others, which were either too salty, too bland, or looked unappealing due to excessive egg white.
âRuyue, could you ask Fourth Aunt to send over the whole salted duck eggs tomorrow? Weâll replace the salt in the sausages with salted duck egg whites as soon as possible.â
âAlright, I got it.â
The matter of the salted duck egg white was easily resolved.
âBy the way, I have something else to say.â Chu Qingzhi took out the tissues and distributed one to everyone. âEveryone, look at the tissues in your hands. After listening to me, tell me your opinions.â
Everyone did not quite understand. They held the paper and looked at Chu Qingzhi in confusion.
âThis is the paper I made from the scraps of paper pulp. This paper is not used for writing and drawing, but for daily lifeâ¦â Chu Qingzhi explained the use and benefits of the tissue in detail.
Everyone had different reactions.
The elders, much like Chu Feng, reacted similarly to the concept of paper towelsâseeing them as extravagant, wasteful, and impractical. They expressed their opposition in an euphemistic manner.
Chu Xuhua, having grown up in the village, was open to the idea but still felt it was somewhat luxurious.
Wu Yaqing, Ge Lihua, and Hong Yujun, however, were enthusiastic about the paper towels, eager to purchase them if available.
Li Zhangjie, often quiet, suddenly suggested, âSister Qingzhi, if these are intended for ladiesâ use, perhaps we could add some fragrance to the paper. Scented paper would surely be more appealing.â
Chu Qingzhi praised, âThatâs a good idea. Iâll consider it.â
After receiving confirmation, Li Zhangjie smiled shyly.
Wu Yaqing thought for a moment and said, âQingzhi, this tissue is suitable to be sold to rich people. There are many people in the capital. It will definitely sell well.â
Ge Lihua nodded. âI want to use it now.â
When Chu Qingzhi heard everyoneâs words, she had an idea. âEveryone, letâs have dinner. Iâll think about it and prepare to try it out.â
At Chu Shiâanâs house.
Chu Lanâer changed out of her work clothes and put on her usual old clothes. She came out of the room and prepared to cook. Unexpectedly, her father had already finished cooking.
She walked towards the table and widened her eyes in shock. âFather, thereâs meat to eat?â
Chu Shiâan smiled and said, âThis is a gift from your Uncle Chu Rong.â
Jiang Zhaoyongâs deer was too big. Everyone ate a lot, and the rest were stuffed into the fridge. However, the fridge could not hold so much, so Chu Rong gave the excess to those close to him.
Chu Lanâer said enviously, âUncle Chu Rongâs family is too rich. They can eat meat casually.â
Chu Shiâan responded, âLanâer, their wealth was earned with hard work, not blown in by the wind. All we can do is work hard and earn money honestly, understand?â
Chu Lanâer nodded, âDad, I understand.â
Chu Shiâan, concerned that Chu Lanâer might harbor improper thoughts, added, âWhile I work, your Uncle Chu Rong discreetly pays me two hundred copper coins a day. Once I finish planting their wheat, weâll earn quite a bit. Then, our family wonât lack food or clothing.â
Hearing this, Chu Lanâer suggested, âDad, why donât we also clear some wasteland to plant wheat?â
Chu Shiâan was inspired, âThatâs a good idea. We have a large piece of unused land behind our house. Letâs clean it up after dinner. Once weâre done with Chu Rongâs wheat and have the money, Iâll buy some seeds to plant.â
Chu Lanâer responded eagerly, âMhm, mhm, letâs hurry and eat then.â
âOkay.â Chu Shiâan felt a spark of hope for their lives.
In Chu Qingzhiâs room.
Chu Qingzhi locked her door and drew the curtains before lying on her bed to communicate with Tang Jinghong through the golden feathered phoenix.
Tang Jinghongâs deep voice reached her via the golden feathered phoenix, always making Chu Qingzhiâs heart flutter, âQingzhi, have you gone to bed yet?â
Chu Qingzhi looked up at the golden phoenix, âNot yet, what about you?â
âIâm outside, about to put an end to Lord Zhangâs salt smuggling.â
âAre you confident?â
âIâve been tracking them for many days; they wonât escape this time.â
âBe careful, letâs leave it here for now. Contact me again after youâve dealt with it.â
âOk.â
Chu Qingzhi beckoned the golden feathered phoenix closer with a hook of her finger, and it returned to her arm.