The villain was shocked: his mother used a ghost to coax the child

Just, it's that simple?

Wen Qingliu looked at the incredulous eyes of the people around her and nodded as a matter of course.

It's that simple.

It wasn't until dinner time that the basin of water was brought down and the cloth was slowly uncovered.

The originally soft tofu pudding has turned into tofu.

Take it out and cut it into squares, and it becomes tofu.

Wen Qingliu made more than ten pieces. He ate one piece at home and would go to the town tomorrow morning to see if he could sell the rest.

Zhao Chen was the first to pick up the chopsticks and take a bite. It was different from the tofu sold outside that had a bad taste and the bean curd dregs rubbed your throat.

The bean curd made by my fourth daughter-in-law is different, with a delicate taste and a strong bean flavor.

Seeing her expression, several of Wei's sisters-in-law also stretched out their chopsticks.

The next day, the remaining fifteen pieces of tofu were placed on a clean wooden board.

It is covered with a layer of cloth to prevent dust from the road from falling on it.

Zhao Zhiquan followed along, carrying on his shoulder a hastily made small table-like object.

When we got to the town, we put the table on the ground and put the tofu on it.

Wen Qingliu cleared his throat and started shouting.

"Tofu, white and tender tofu. Two cents a piece, four cents for two pieces."

Not far away, a man dressed like a servant and a waiter ran quickly into a shop.

"Master, there's a tofu seller in town, and his prices are one penny cheaper than ours."

Wu Fang looked indifferent.

"Just sell it. Could it be that such a big town like Pingyun doesn't allow others to do business?"

Although he said that, Boss Wu’s brows were furrowed.

Wu's tofu is a craft passed down from their ancestors, and they are a new tofu seller.

I guess they figured it out at some point. The texture and taste must be very unpalatable.

"Go buy a piece and try it."

The man bowed slightly and replied yes.

But not long after, he came back empty-handed.

Wu Fang glared at him, and the man gave him a silly smile.

"Where's the tofu I asked you to buy?"

“No…I didn’t buy it.”

If you didn’t buy it, you didn’t buy it. What are you laughing at?

Wu Fang was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

Wen Qingliu and his third brother went back with thirty cents.

They can earn thirty wen, not because they can only earn thirty wen, but because tofu can only be sold for thirty wen.

Before leaving, she bought a few more packets of ingredients for making tofu.

Even if you want to earn more, it will be useless if you have no tofu.

They went back before noon.

This time is different. Last night, Wen Qingliu soaked more soybeans.

Basically all the pots in the house are occupied, and there are not many soybeans left.

Soybeans are not a staple food, so he didn't buy much when he was in Nam Dinh County.

The main reason was that I didn’t expect tofu to be so unpalatable.

If she had eaten tofu earlier, she would have started a tofu business long ago.

"Sister-in-law, why don't you go to the village and see who still has soybeans? You can buy them for three cents a pound."

Wei nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go find the village chief in a moment."

Wei left the yard, went to find Zhao Mingde, and explained her purpose.

Generally speaking, if you buy soybeans in town, you can buy a pound for two cents.

After all, soybeans are useless.

It is generally supplied to those who make tofu.

"Three cents a pound? That's not cheap. Sister Ling'er, do you really want to pay that much?"

Wei Ling didn't dare to say that it was possible to produce five pounds of tofu after soaking one pound of beans.

Three cents a pound of soybeans is not expensive at all.

"Yes, village chief, you can go and tell them. It's three cents per pound, first come first served, until enough is available."

Hearing her words, Zhao Mingde nodded and walked on the road with the bell in his hand.

Ringing the bell and shouting.

"Mrs. Chen's family buys soybeans, three cents a pound."

"How much? Three cents? Come on, I still have two pounds of soybeans, and I don't know what to do with them."

"Folks, I'm going to change first."

The first sister-in-law who went there really received six cents and came back happily.

Other families who had soybeans also ran towards the Zhao family with their clay pots in their hands.

Zhao Chen held a scale in her hand and weighed each person as they came.

There was also Zhao Zhiwu standing next to him, keeping accounts and counting coins.

"Zhao Yan, five catties of soybeans, fifteen cents."

"Zhao Fang, three pounds of soybeans, nine cents."

Zhao Chen reported her name and the amount of money she had, with an unconcealable smile on her face.

"Fourth sister-in-law, mother is so old, why don't you get someone else to weigh her."

Wen Qingliu kept picking up beans with his hands, looked at Zhao Zhizhi and spoke slowly.

"Have you noticed that mother rarely smiles since she came to Pingyun County?"

Zhao Zhizhi nodded, but what does this have to do with her age?

"Mom feels that she is old and can no longer help us. She feels that she is useless."

"Let her do something now. It's okay. Mom is in good health."

Zhao Zhizhi suddenly had some enlightenment.

When we were in Nam Dinh County, the sixth and seventh children were still young, and their mother could help take care of them.

But now Xiaoliu and Xiaoqi have grown up a lot and don’t need their mother to watch over them all the time.

If mother has nothing to do for a while, won’t she feel useless?

The ground soy milk was placed in a basin, and Wen Qingliu took out a few wooden sticks from the warehouse.

With a few hammerings, a cross-shaped rack was hammered out.

He also removed the old hooks from the broken shoulder pole, cleaned them, and put them on the four corners.

Coincidentally, Qiu, who had made a hole in the cloth, also came out.

Follow Wen Qingliu and hang the four corners on the hooks.

A rope was passed through the intersection of the cross wooden frames.

Wen Qingliu lowered his eyebrows, thought for a while, and then took Hongmei out of the bracelet.

A powerful talisman was thrown at her.

"Go up there and grab a rope."

Hongmei said "oh" and floated into the air to pull the rope.

Wen Qingliu and Qiu each had a bowl and poured the several pots of soy milk onto the cloth one bowl at a time.

After filtering, the bean dregs filled two large basins.

Zhao Zhiwu and Zhao Zhiquan moved a large basin of soy milk to the kitchen together.

Put the soy milk into the pot and cook until it boils. This time, Wen Qingliu controlled the heat every moment and scooped out the soy milk before the bean curd sheets came out.

After it cools down, it is made into tofu pudding with brine, placed in a mold and pressed with a heavy object.

For several days in a row, Wen Qingliu's tofu was popular because of its delicate taste and low price.

Business is excellent.

I don’t know if it’s bad luck, but every time Wu Fang sent people out to buy tofu, they came back empty-handed.

Wen Qingliu's business was good, but Wu's tofu shop's business became extremely bad.

But he couldn't go against the oath passed down by his ancestors.

Every day, no matter how much tofu was left, it was thrown away.

I would never buy stale tofu from the previous day the next day.

A lot of tofu was thrown away for several days in a row, and Wu Fang felt sad, even though tofu is low in cost.

But that's all food.