Speaking of which, when they first made preserved meat that was in February and March, right in the cold of early spring. By the time the workshop opened, it was breezy autumn weather. When summer was just around the corner, the workshop had to close down again.
Carefully calculating, they had not made preserved meat and sausages in summer at all, resulting in decay and spoilage due to overlooked temperatures.
Although Auntie Zhang reacted very quickly by moving everything to a shadier place, manually fanning and circulating air, it was still unavoidable that over a hundred catties of sausages were damaged.
She was extremely regretful at this moment, "It's all my fault, I should have had common sense that making preserved meat and sausages in summer is impossible without spoiling, it's all because I'm not good enough."
Plus the matter of the next Anshui county magistrate, everyone lowered their heads for a while, their hearts filled with gloom.
Only little Jiang Sheng blinked her bright big eyes to comfort Auntie Zhang, "It's alright, Auntie, second brother will definitely find a way."
Zheng Ruqian who was driving two carts of dried green beans to Zanhua Courtyard, couldn't help letting out a loud sneeze.
"What solution could there be?" Zhang Qiquan was also full of worries, "Second young master must have made a deal with You Ran House, then what will we do if the workshop can't produce that many sausages."
The friendly cooperation between both sides was built on punctual and accurate quantities. Once the workshop failed the agreement first, they wouldn't be able to raise their heads in future cooperation.
They had hastily set up the workshop, fully believing they could make a fortune from the sausages. But the sausages made in May and June had already gone bad and rotten, he didn't dare imagine what would happen to the sausages made in July, August and September.
If nothing unexpected happened, they wouldn't be able to make sausages and preserved meat for the next three or four months, rendering the workshop useless!
At this point, Zhang Qiquan sighed, Auntie Zhang's eyes brimmed with tears, and all the brothers fell silent.
Little Jiang Sheng didn't really understand. In the past, when everyone was being hunted by the yamen, bullied by the county magistrate couple, and had their sausage recipe leaked, they had never been so defeated.
Why did a county magistrate and some sausages make everyone feel defeated?
Could it be that they were used to solving problems one by one, and couldn't accept solving two problems at once?
But when she was wandering around, cold and hungry came hand in hand. In order to survive, she had to solve eating full and keeping warm at the same time. If she could only solve one, she would have either starved or frozen to death.
The little girl raised her doubts almost like talking to herself.
Xu Mo, who was on the side, shuddered. He suddenly realized that he couldn't even compare to his little sister's insight. It would indeed be uncomfortable if the Anshui county magistrate wanted to make things difficult for them, but compared to their isolation and helplessness in Xieyang County in the past, at least they had the Wang family's support now.
No one wanted to see the sausage problem happen, but there must be a solution. At worst they could give up the money, it wasn't their livelihood anyway.
What made them feel dejected and crestfallen when two difficulties came at once?
Was it because they hadn't experienced enough setbacks, their minds weren't firm enough, their thinking wasn't mature enough.
Maybe their literary skills exceeded their little sister's, and their conduct exceeded their little sister's, but their optimistic mindset in the face of difficulties would always be incomparable to their little sister's.
When one had experienced hunger and cold coming hand in hand, with death looming anytime, the optimism accumulated by little Jiang Sheng exceeded them all.
For her, as long as she was still alive, everything was the best.
Not just Xu Mo, Fang Heng, Chang Yan, Wen Zhiyun, the four brothers looked at each other, their gazes gradually becoming determined.
What did it matter with the Anshui county magistrate? The six siblings sticking together, they feared nothing!
Soon, Zheng Ruqian came back with Wang Xiaosong, and saw the rotten and spoiled sausages on the ground.
Wang Xiaosong was both shocked and scared. He finally remembered the intuition he had overlooked. Without thinking, he immediately kneeled on the ground.
With a "plop", he even gave Zheng Ruqian a fright.
"Master, it's all my fault. I forgot to tell you that these sausages cannot be made in summer. I haven't seen my mother make them in summer before." He said with his eyes closed nervously.
He had expected to be scolded harshly, but unexpectedly Zheng Ruqian only shook his head, "It's not your fault."
"It's my fault, my fault." Auntie Zhang coaxed with teary eyes.
Zheng Ruqian stroked his chin, "No one is at fault, it wasn't on purpose. Don't assign blame."
After saying that, he suddenly remembered the workshop already belonged to Jiang Sheng. He quickly turned to look at his sister, seeking her opinion, "Right, little Jiang Sheng?"
The little girl nodded very solemnly, and in turn comforted Auntie Zhang and Wang Xiaosong, "Don't worry, second brother can definitely figure it out."
Second brother, "......"
Did he say that?
However, as little Jiang Sheng clung onto him like an octopus, shaking his arm and acting coquettishly, "Second brother is the smartest and most amazing, second brother will help the workshop right, right?"
Zheng Ruqian's spine instantly caved in shamelessly, he proudly raised his neck, "Of course, do you think I've been idling around all these years."
The main thing was, before he left Anshui Prefecture, he had only given Shopkeeper Hao of Youran Residence a few catties of sausages to taste, and had not discussed specific cooperation details.
At that time, it was to earn more profit. Now it turned out to be avoiding trouble.
It was just that, knowing Shopkeeper Hao's character, he was afraid he thought they had greedily raised prices on purpose.
Zheng Ruqian stroked his chin, looking at the rotten meat on the ground. He suddenly asked, "Are all the sausages spoiled?"
Auntie Zhang quickly wiped her tears and said, "No, there are still over 100 catties dried, summer temperatures are high, but they can still be made with extra effort in fanning and cooling down. "
They used to make 200 catties a day, now 10 catties a day was the maximum.
As the saying goes, rarity means value. The sausages had become so rare now...
Zheng Ruqian's eyes lit up. He suddenly had a bold idea.
Previously the profit margin on the preserved meat was not too high, purely relying on quantity for profit. Now that sausage production was low, why not earn high profits.
Since Shopkeeper Hao would misunderstand him for raising prices anyway, he might as well raise it to the limit.
He wanted to make the sausages high-end food in Anshui Prefecture, and make the workshop earn the most money with the least amount.
The more Zheng Ruqian thought about it, the more gleeful he became. He rushed out with a silly smile.
Wang Xiaosong didn't know what was happening, but his instinct to protect his master made him hurriedly bid the little sister goodbye before following Zheng Ruqian.
"Has second brother gone crazy?" Jiang Sheng was a little worried. "I won't blame second brother if he can't figure it out. The workshop might as well close down, but we can't let second brother be anxious to the point of madness."
Xu Mo beside smiled and bent down, "Don't worry, second brother has thought of a solution."
"Really?" Little Jiang Sheng was a bit confused.
"Of course." Xu Mo put his hands behind his back, glanced at the other three brothers, "Old second will settle the sausage issue, we'll handle the county magistrate, alright?"
Everyone in this family had to contribute their efforts.
"Of course, big brother." Fang Heng grinned. "The boys just happen to need practical training."
"Rest assured, big brother." Chang Yan hooked the corners of his lips. "The county magistrate can't just do whatever he wants."
Wen Zhiyun didn't speak, tilting his little head to ponder just how much influence a doctor in the prefecture city carried.
Suddenly Chang Yan leaned over and whispered in his ear for a while.
Wen Zhiyun's eyes lit up.
