Chapter 450: The Peasant Girl’s Splendid Manor
Chapter 450: No One Inquires (1)
Mo Yan, who was immersed in writing and drawing, was unaware that someone had grown to hate her to the core. She smiled satisfactorily as she watched the sketches gradually take shape.
What she was drawing was none other than a flat iron griddle used for making jianbing (Chinese crepes) and rolled pancakes with egg. However, in this era, there was no liquefied gas as fuel, and the structure of the iron griddle was different from that of her previous life, designed to be suitable for burning charcoal.
Looking at the peculiar-looking thing on the blueprint, Mo Wushi couldn't believe this could be called a griddle. But after listening to Mo Yan's detailed explanation of its usage, her eyes lit up.
"Yan girl, your mind is so creative. You even came up with such a useful griddle. This will make things so much easier."
It could fry vegetables and make pancakes without burning them, and this griddle was large enough to cook several pancakes at once. It could also be used to fry eggs and boil vegetables in the corners, much more convenient than the usual cooking pots.
Mo Yan's cheeks blushed slightly. She didn't invent this griddle but modestly said, "We'll see if it works out. I'll take it to the blacksmith shop tomorrow. After it's made, we can try it out. If it doesn't work, we'll just have to use our regular pots for cooking."
However, Wu shi was confident. With anticipation, she said, "It will definitely work. Once the griddle is ready, we can start our business."
With some prospects in life, Wu shi seemed several years younger lately, brimming with vitality. Mo Yan was happy to see this and secretly prayed for a smooth start to their stall, bustling with activity and success.
The next day, Mo Yan took the blueprint and rode in a carriage to the city. She found the blacksmith who had forged her surgical knife before, handed him the blueprint of the iron griddle, and explained all the relevant details. Only after the blacksmith patted his chest and assured her he could make it did she feel relieved. She then hurried to the rice shop.
The rice shop reopened on the eighth day of the first lunar month. Since every household had stocked up on grains before the new year, business was not as good as before. They only sold around eight hundred catties (400 kg) of grain per day, similar to other rice shops. Mo Yan was not particularly worried.
After parking the carriage and entering the shop, Mo Yan immediately noticed seven or eight jars of grape wine prominently displayed in the center. Seeing that none of them were missing, she frowned.
"Grandpa Li, no one has bought this grape wine. Has anyone even inquired about it?"
Li Zhong put down his account book and approached, saying, "Some people have inquired, but as soon as they heard that one jar costs six taels of silver, no one asked further."
Each small jar of grape wine contained only two catties (1 kg). Those who came to buy fragrant rice from the Mo family were either servants of wealthy households or ordinary people from moderately wealthy families. Servants lacked the courage to spend their masters' money on an unfamiliar drink, and middle-class families couldn't afford to spend two or three months' worth of household expenses on such a small amount of wine that couldn't even fill their stomachs.
As a result, these jars of grape wine had been sitting in the shop for four or five days without a single one being sold.
Mo Yan pondered for a moment and felt the issue wasn't the price. After all, these grapes were grown in a spiritual space, not to mention their rich spiritual essence; the wine itself was also highly beneficial to human health, almost a top-tier product. The price she set wasn't high, and the wine was targeted at upper-middle-class households.
In her previous life, such high-quality grape wine, if managed well, would have been in high demand. People would have clamored for it even if it cost several thousand yuan per kilogram. However, with neither a vineyard nor a winery established yet, the lack of interest in the grape wine for now didn't concern Mo Yan at all.
"Grandpa Li, keep the grape wine on display. Sell it if someone buys it; if not, that's fine too. In any case, do not lower the price by a single penny."
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