Farm Girl's Manor
Chapter 450 Unwanted (1)_1

Chapter 450: Chapter 450 Unwanted (1)_1

Mo Yan, who was engrossed in drawing, was unaware that someone harbored a deep resentment against her. She couldn’t help but smile with satisfaction as the object she was sketching gradually took shape.

What she was drawing was none other than an iron skillet for making pancake fruit and egg rolls. However, in this era, there was no liquefied gas for fuel, so the design of the iron skillet was different from those in her previous life, adapted for burning charcoal instead.

Looking at the strange device on the paper, Mo Wu couldn’t believe that it could even be called a skillet. Yet, after listening to Mo Yan’s detailed explanation of its use, her eyes lit up with excitement.

"Yan girl, your mind is too ingenious, coming up with such a handy skillet. With this, things will be much more convenient."

It could be used to stir-fry small dishes and make pancakes, and it wasn’t easy to burn them if the heat was controlled well. Moreover, the skillet was large, allowing several pancakes to be fried at once. One could also fry eggs and blanch vegetables in the corners and edges—it was indeed much more efficient than the ordinary pots used before.

Mo Yan’s cheeks became slightly warm. The skillet wasn’t her own invention, so she modestly said, "I don’t know if it’ll work yet. I’ll send it to the blacksmith’s shop tomorrow. We can try it once it’s done. If it doesn’t work out, we’ll just have to use our regular pots for cooking."

However, Mo Wu was very confident and said expectantly, "It will definitely work. Once the skillet is ready, we’ll be able to start our business."

Perhaps because they now had something to strive for, Mo Wu seemed to have grown several years younger recently, brimming with vitality. Mo Yan was glad to see this and silently prayed for their business to run smoothly and prosperously.

The next day, Mo Yan, with her drawing in hand, hastened to town in a horse-drawn carriage. She found the blacksmith who had made her surgical knife, handed him the drawing of the iron skillet, and went through the relevant details again. Only after the blacksmith assured her he could do it did she leave, driving her carriage to the rice shop.

The rice shop had reopened on the eighth day of the first month, and with households likely having stored up grain before the new year, the business wasn’t as good as before. The daily grain sales were only about 800 jin. Hearing that other rice shops were the same, Mo Yan wasn’t too worried.

After parking the carriage and walking into the shop, Mo Yan immediately noticed the seven or eight jars of grape wine placed in a prominent central location. Seeing that not a single jar had been sold, she involuntarily furrowed her brow.

"Grandfather Li, hasn’t anyone bought the grape wine, or even asked about it?"

Hearing this, Lizhong put down his ledger and walked over to say, "Some have inquired, but as soon as they hear that a jar costs six taels of silver, no one asks further."

A small jar of grape wine only held about two jin, and those who came to buy Mo’s Fragrant Rice were either servants from wealthy households or common people with a modest fortune. Servants didn’t dare spend their master’s silver on a wine they had never tasted, and the slightly wealthy families were reluctant to spend two to three months of household silver on a small jar of wine that wouldn’t fill their bellies.

As a result, these jars of grape wine had been sitting in the shop for four or five days without a single sale.

Mo Yan pondered for a moment and felt that the problem wasn’t the price. After all, the grapes used to brew this wine came from the Space and were rich in Spiritual Energy, not to mention the health benefits of the wine itself, making it nothing short of a top-quality product. The price she set wasn’t high, especially since this wine was targeted at the middle and upper classes.

In her previous life, such a top-quality grape wine, if marketed well, could easily sell for more than the equivalent of four thousand dollars per jin, even if the price of three taels of silver were doubled, and there would still be people clamoring for it. But since neither the vineyards nor the wineries were established yet, it was no matter that the wine was currently not in demand. Mo Yan was not in a rush at all.

"Grandfather Li, keep the grape wine on display here. If someone buys it, sell it, and if not, it’s also fine. Just make sure not to lower the price, not even by a penny," she instructed.

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