However, what Shi Zhongkui didn't know was that as early as the Tang Dynasty, there was a peach called Feitao in Shandong, which was already a royal tribute.

The fruit is not only plump, beautiful in appearance, juicy, sweet and fragrant, each weighing at least 350 grams.

Large ones can even weigh 900 grams.

In modern times, weighing two pounds is the norm.

The reason why it couldn't be promoted in ancient times is simply that the roads were not good. If fast horses were used to transport it, the price would be ridiculously high.

If the species is introduced to other places, the fruits produced will definitely be different. Otherwise, it is impossible for no one to successfully introduce the species over hundreds or even thousands of years.

After eating a peach, I tasted the preserved fruit.

I also feel that this preserved fruit is no worse in taste than preserved fruit that requires three steamings and a large amount of sugar.

And the conventional production requires 5 pounds of fresh fruit plus half a pound of sugar to make 1 pound of preserved fruit, so the price is so much more expensive.

I am converting 4 jins to 1 jin, and the sweetness is not bad. I can produce 200 jins of fresh fruit from 20 plots of land a day, and I can produce 50 jins of preserved fruit.

According to the price of a pound of brown sugar in the Ming and Qing Dynasties, which was two to three hundred taels of silver, 50 jins of preserved fruit with good sweetness could be sold for 5 taels of silver even if it could not be sold at the price of sugar, but it could be reduced by two or three times.

That's one hundred pennies per catty.

And one acre of good land only costs about 20 taels of silver, or you can buy two seven or eight-year-old girls who look the same.

As for maltose, which is fermented rice sugar, it is ten times cheaper.

The reason is directly related to the price of rice.

And if wheat is grown on a space farm, according to Shi Daizi's memory, 200 kilograms a day can only be sold for 1.6 taels of silver.

In other words, the price of grain at this time was 8 cents per pound. Compared with the price of grain in the Ming and Qing Dynasties, we can only say that it is not bad or bad.

During the Wanli period, one stone cost 120 kilograms and 4 coins of silver, which was equivalent to 3.4 Wen per kilogram. This was the lowest price in the entire Ming Dynasty.

Before the 3rd year of Chongzhen and the 9th year of Qianlong, when Cao Xueqin started writing Red Mansions, he killed one stone and one tael.

Three years after Chongzhen, when he began to send more Liao Xiang, the number increased sharply to 3 taels of silver and one stone in a few years.

In the middle and late Qianlong period, it was 1.7 or 1.9 liang per stone.

It can be said that at this time, the society of the Zhou Dynasty was relatively stable based on food prices alone.

Of course, this is also related to the fact that the weather has been relatively smooth in recent years and there have not been many natural disasters.

Otherwise, if we encounter natural disasters two years in a row, there will be a large number of refugees.

Ignore the court affairs for the time being, what I have to do now is how to sell preserved fruit.

After you have money and understand the current prices of other things, you can adjust the plants in the space farm based on the actual situation.

However, Shi Zhongkui knew very well that without official status or fame, a business that was too profitable would be the source of disaster.

Moreover, I have to take the county examination in February next year, so I can't buy preserved fruits in person, otherwise the examiner will say something polite and discredit me, and I will be directly rejected.

After pondering for a moment, he quickly thought about Quan Geer's mother and sister who came this morning and set up a stall outside the Wenchang Emperor Temple to do business.

As an orphan and a widower, and the preserved fruit is just a snack, there is no need to worry so much.

First, I sold one or two hundred kilograms, and I had a dozen or twenty taels of silver in my hands. After that, I could prepare for the exam at home with peace of mind.

After another night of practice, his spiritual energy became stronger again.

In the afternoon, another 200 kilograms of peaches were harvested. As soon as I thought about it, all the peaches were slowly drained of half of their water and turned into 50 kilograms of preserved fruits just like yesterday.

It looked like it would still be dark for a while, the school had not ended yet, and it had only been a ten-minute walk.

Bring 10 jins of preserved fruits and 10 jins of coarse noodles crushed together with the shells, and go out to look for the old scholar.

The process of meeting the scholar went smoothly. He presented 5 pounds of preserved fruits and 10 pounds of thick noodles as a gift for this month. The old man's attitude towards Shi Zhongkui obviously improved a lot.

Not only did he mention a few rules and things to pay attention to in the exam answer sheet, but he also deliberately emphasized that instead of bringing a quilt or a thick cotton-padded jacket, it would be better to bite the bullet and buy a fur coat or sheepskin coat.

Because when entering the imperial examination, the government officials would cut all the quilts and cotton clothes for inspection, but furs did not have these worries.

Also, since fires are not allowed in the Gongyuan, don’t bring rice or noodles with you, but instead bring cooking cakes, steamed buns and other dry foods that are easy to break apart.

After the yamen servants broke up the cooking cakes and steamed buns and inspected them, they hid the broken food in their leather clothes when they entered the Gongyuan, so as not to freeze and harden them when they were eaten.

The final answer sheet must be clean and tidy, otherwise once there are ink drops on the paper, the stains will be discarded.

Damn it, Shi Zhongkui was secretly glad to have come to see Mr. Private School, otherwise how would he have known about these things.

After thanking him again and again, the old scholar gave himself another three days to raise a guarantee fee of 500 Wen.

After bidding farewell to the old scholar, Shi Zhongkui walked around and saw Brother Quan walking out carrying a cloth bag.

He waved his hand and called the person over, "Brother Quan, do you want to make some money to support your family?"

Brother Quan immediately showed a wary look and took a step back.

When Shi Zhongkui saw this, he was not angry but happy.

Before coming here, I was worried about this guy's big mouth, but now it seems that the more alert I am, the less likely I will talk nonsense about preserved fruits.

He reached out and took out a few pieces of preserved fruit from the bag, handed it over and said, "Try it."

Brother Quan, who rarely eats fruit or desserts, swallowed his saliva, hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help but take a piece.

The sweet taste burst out in the mouth, and surprisingly there was no sour taste. Brother Quan's eyes suddenly lit up and he looked at Shi Zhongkui expectantly.

Shi Zhongkui smiled and said nonsensically, "My uncle in Daxing made peach preserves at home this year, but the owner of the Gu family passed away.

I had dozens of preserved fruits in my hands, and I couldn't find a buyer for a while. Finally, they delivered over a hundred kilograms of preserved fruits to me.

You also know that I have to study for the exam in the next few months, so I have time to take care of this."

Jia Quan was just as Shi Zhongkui thought. His eyes lit up and he asked, "Do you want me to help sell it?"

"I remember that you also have a wife who eats at the Wenchang Temple takeout place, right?"

After Shi Zhongkui finished speaking, Brother Quan nodded.

He handed him the cloth bag in his hand and said, "The preserved fruits in the shop sell for about 130 Wen per pound. Your family doesn't need its own store and running hall, but sets up a stall and sells it for 120 Wen per pound. What do you think?"

I thought Brother Quan was not good at school, and certainly not good at arithmetic either.

Unexpectedly, the boy just remained silent for a while and then muttered, "That's one or two and a half cents, which is not much more expensive than my mother's buns."

In ancient times, a catty weighed sixteen liang, and if a catty weighed 120 liang, one liang was indeed 7.5 liang.

Brother Quan thought for a while and then asked carefully, "After my mother sells it, can I give you a hundred yuan per pound?"

"Then let's try first how you sell these 5 pounds of preserved peaches."

"Isn't Shi Dalang worried that I'm cheating and not giving you money?"

Shi Zhongkui chuckled, opened his eyes and lied, "It's just 5 pounds of preserved fruit, and although the Shi family is not as good as the Jia family, my uncles and brothers are not easy to mess with either.

If you dare to miss their food ration money, you'll be waiting for dozens of families to come knocking on your door.

Not to mention that it will not be so easy for your mother and sister to set up a stall and do business in the future."
Chapter completed!