The married husband is a grandfather

"I'm going to sell tofu."

Song Qingye discussed with Chu Yu, and Chu Yu thought it was feasible, "Do it yourself?"

Song Qingye also thought about it. If he did it himself, he would need a lot of manpower and material resources, but if he sold it, it would be fine. He hasn't decided yet.

"I didn't think so."

In fact, it would be much easier for Song Qingye to open a restaurant, but he doesn't have the money now, so he can't afford it either.

If you are going to sell tofu in the town, not to mention the transportation problem, there is also white and tender tofu, which has no taste at all, and no one has seen it before, so it is difficult to convince everyone that this product is delicious.

Chu Yu didn't urge him either. In the end, Song Qingye planned to try selling it in the village first. He put the wooden table at the door. Because of the actions of him and Chu Yu, many people surrounded him in surprise.

"Chu Yu, what are you doing?"

Someone asked, Chu Yu buried his head in his work, and Song Qingye greeted him with a smile, "Uncle, this is the food at my house. It's called tofu. Whether it's made in soup or fried, it's delicious."

After hearing Song Qingye's words, everyone understood that they wanted to buy food.

"Little husband, this thing of yours looks pretty, but I don't know how it tastes."

Song Qingye brought out his fried tofu, sprinkled some condiments on it, and it smelled so delicious that it made people drool.

"All uncles and aunts, try it first, and then decide whether to buy it or not."

When everyone heard that it was free to taste, they would be fools not to take advantage of the bargain. The fried tofu was divided into very small pieces, and there were toothpicks made of bamboo by Chu Yu and Song Qingye on it.

"Mmm! It's delicious, little husband, how do you sell this tofu?"

Some people taste it and think it tastes good, which is very suitable for children and the elderly.

"Five Wen is such a big piece."

Song Qingye showed them the tofu in the wooden tray, and the villagers looked at it as a big piece, even if it was not tasty, they didn't feel bad.

"It's so cheap, give me a piece!"

Only then did Song Qingye realize that he forgot to make a container for tofu, and the man understood immediately, "Auntie, go home and bring me a bowl."

"Then trouble auntie."

After a while, the aunt really brought a bowl, and Song Qingye put a piece of tofu in it, and gave him a small piece, "Auntie, you are the door opener today, I will give you half a piece."

When the woman saw that there was still a gift, she was immediately happy, "Okay, I'll give you five dollars."

Song Qingye poked Chu Yu to ask him to collect the money, Chu Yumu accepted the money with a face, and said something Song Qingye taught him in a daze: "Welcome to come next time."

The woman was stunned for a moment, smiled and left.

"Shuigen's family, Shuigen hasn't taken less money to go home recently, I'm really willing."

Song Qingye heard someone teasing the woman, so he knew that the first woman to buy tofu was Wu Shuigen's daughter-in-law.

"It looks delicious to me. It's not expensive for five dollars."

What Wu Shuigen's daughter-in-law said made many people eager to move. They had tasted the tofu and it tasted good, but they hadn't seen it before, so they were a little worried.

"Chu Yufulang, we have never seen this thing before, so how do we know how to make it delicious?"

"Yes, yes."

Song Qingye smiled, "Don't worry, aunts, no matter how you make this tofu, the taste will not be bad. When cooking the soup, put a few vegetable leaves in it, sprinkle some salt, it tastes delicious and delicious, very appetizing, and served with minced meat Burning can make people eat a few more bowls of rice, and if you are not afraid of burning oil, you can learn how to fry like me, even without seasoning, it is still crispy and delicious."

"What's more, all the aunts are good at craftsmanship, why should I, a junior, play tricks in front of you."

Originally, they were so excited by Song Qingye's description, and they felt very comfortable when they heard Song Qingye's greeting.

"Then I'll buy a piece and try it, and change the taste for my family."

"I'll take a piece too."

Chu Yu stood by the side to collect the money, but no one dared to take something without paying when he stood by. Chu Yu saw that the tofu could not be sold just now, but after Song Qingye said something sharply, it was sold soon It's over.

"Sorry uncles, my aunt is sold out today, if you think the taste is good, come back tomorrow."

Chu Yu helped Song Qingye clean up the crude stall. Song Qingye was afraid that he would not be able to sell it if he made too much, but unexpectedly, it went smoothly.

"Quickly count how much you bought."

Song Qingye pulled Chu Yu to sit on the stool in the room, and poured out all the money just collected.

The two divided the counts, and they finished counting soon.

A total of 120 five Wen, Chu Yu didn't expect there to be so much, even the monthly salary of working in the town for a month is not much more than this.

Beans are cheap, and after soaking, the beans are big enough to grind a lot of soymilk. Chu Yu never thought it would be so easy to make money.

Song Qingye counted half of it to Chu Yu, "Take it, this is your share."

Chu Yu looked at half of the copper coins in his hand, frowned, and stuffed them into Song Qingye's hands.

"Why not? You put in a lot of effort."

Song Qingye didn't want to treat Chu Yu badly, the two of them were half and half just right.

"You keep it."

After Chu Yu finished speaking, he went to the back of the kitchen to chop firewood. Song Qingye stared blankly at the copper coins in his hand, with the corners of his mouth raised.

Song Qingye soaked the beans. If he really planned to make it himself, he would have to collect the beans in the village.

Song Qingye was thinking about the next plan in his heart, sat in the yard and picked up the handle of the knife he had been making, and it was almost done, because he couldn't find pear wood, so he used peach wood instead, and he carved a knife handle on it. The word "Yu" is ready.

Song Qingye took the knife and drew a sword flower in the air. The sharp blade cut through the air and made a "swish, swish, swish" sound. The blade has been maintained by Song Qingye. Now the blade is shiny, the blade is sharp, and the handle is simple and elegant .

He really likes this knife a little bit. In the end of the world, although he could use whatever weapon he picked up, Song Qingye used the knife the most. A Tang knife was given to him by a businessman he had saved.

The Tang Dao is very lethal, and the bone can be seen with a light slash. Song Qingye used it very conveniently, but unfortunately once in order to save a teammate, he threw the knife out, and he never had a chance to see it again. I just hope that when the next person finds out, I can make the best use of it.

Thinking of his teammates, Song Qingye couldn't help but think of the time he was cheated to death by his teammates, it was really bad.

Song Qingye shook his head and shook all the waste in his mind, took the knife and went to the back of the kitchen to find Chu Yu. Because Chu Yu had been chopping firewood, it was rare that there were beads of sweat on his forehead, which slid down his resolute face. to his neck, hidden below the collarbone.

The sunlight shone on his handsome facial features, and Song Qingye felt that Chu Yu was a little sexy.

"Cough cough..."

Song Qingye coughed to remind Chu Yu of his existence, Chu Yu raised his head and glanced at him, then continued chopping firewood.

Song Qingye narrowed his eyes, and stabbed at Chu Yu with a knife. Chu Yu frowned, and sideways avoided Song Qingye's knife point, and the two of them made gestures like this.

Song Qingye suffered from poor physical fitness, and Chu Yu took him down in two or three strokes.

Only then did Song Qingye really believe that Chu Yu was stronger than Chu Yu said, and Chu Yu was indeed powerful. Such a good skill was not at all like that of a countryman.

Chu Yu clasped Song Qingye's wrist, making Song Qingye unable to move.

"I admit defeat, can you let go?"

Only then did Chu Yu let go of Song Qingye, and Song Qingye turned around to meet Chu Yu face to face, held the sword in his hand and handed it to Chu Yu.

Chu Yu looked at Song Qingye and then at the knife in Song Qingye's hand, feeling familiar.

Chu Yu looked at Song Qingye suspiciously, Song Qingye took his hand and stuffed the knife into his hand, "You borrowed my knife, did you forget?"

Chu Yu looked at it carefully for a moment, and it was indeed the one he gave Song Qingye, but this one not only looked like a new one now.

Chu Yu gestured a few times, looking at the shiny knife, it was even sharper in his hand.

He stroked the blade, then the handle, and found that the word "Yu" was engraved on it.

Chu Yu touched the word, "You carved it?"

Song Qingye nodded, "Well, I also made the handle of the knife. I didn't find pear wood, so I had to use peach wood to make do."

Chu Yu's eyes softened a lot, "Very good."

Song Qingye suddenly felt that the air was a bit hot, could it be that summer is coming?

"As long as you like it, I'm afraid you'll blame me for modifying the knife for you without authorization."

Chu Yu raised his head and put away the knife, "No, thank you."

His brows were clear and resolute, as awe-inspiring as a pine, Song Qingye blinked his eyelashes, "You're welcome."

At this moment, Chu Qiu came back with a face full of ashes. He just had a fight with Chu Mian. Originally, he had the upper hand. The brothers who were talking ill of the other family's brothers also surrounded them, and four beat one. No matter how powerful Chu Qiu is, he can't beat four with two fists, or eight!

When Song Qingye and Chu Yu heard the voice coming from behind the kitchen, they saw Chu Qiu's face was ashen, his hair was messed up, and his clothes were covered in mud. It looked like a fight.

Chu Yu frowned and walked over, but Song Qingye walked in front of Chu Qiu one step faster than him.

"What's going on? Who bullied you?"

Chu Qiu pursed her mouth, looking like she was about to cry or not.

"It's Chu Mian! Four of them hit me one! How shameless!"

Song Qingye doesn't know who Chu Mian is, but Chu Yu knows very well. Chu Mian is the elder brother of Chu Yueli's family. He and Chu Wanwan are twins. They are 13 years old this year, and they are the same age as Chu Qiu. After all, the two of them are ten days and a half months older than Chu Qiu.

"What's going on? Why are you fighting?"

Song Qingye planned to ask the whole story clearly before helping Chu Qiu vent his anger.

Chu Qiu looked away, unwilling to say the reason, Song Qingye asked him several times but he was still unwilling to say, Song Qingye looked at Chu Yu helplessly.

"Go and clean up."

Chu Qiu nodded, listening to his brother very much.

"Which family is this Chu Mian? Qiuqiu is unwilling to say why."

Chu Yu glanced at Xixi, and said coldly, "The third uncle's family."

Song Qingye raised his brows. The whole family, big and small, liked to bully them. Song Qingye had never felt this kind of anger since he was an adult.