The Princess of Northern Land

"Grandpa, when we come to the temple today, no matter what I say, can you please just don't interrupt?" Lin Ziyin said with some embarrassment, keeping the elder silent. It seemed a little wrong, but. She was really afraid that the old man would lose his mind, so she softened her heart after thinking about the little livelihood Ding'an Temple gave him.

You must know that at such an old age, the old man still goes to the mountains to sell firewood. What he sells is his strength. In Lin Ziyin's view, this kindness is a matter of mutual consent, and it doesn't matter who owes it to whom.

"Are you going to sell these tofu to Ding'an Temple?" The old man put down his job after he was full.

"Yes, ten cents per catty." Lin Ziyin said with a smile, "This is the lowest price."

Lin Changshu, Guo Huiniang and others were stunned when they heard this. They all guessed that tofu could be sold for money, but they did not expect that Lin Ziyin would charge such a high price. This is not double the amount of beans.

"Is it too expensive?" Lin Changshu asked with a frown.

"It's not expensive, because we are the only ones doing this business. Brother, sister-in-law, grandpa, don't be embarrassed. I think we are doing tofu making alone now. Maybe many people will follow suit in the future." It couldn't be sold at this price at that time. As you can see, the family has foreign debts, lacks food and clothing, the house is dilapidated, grandpa is old, and my sister will find a family in the future. She needs money for everything. It is better to earn more now. A little bit." Lin Ziyin said a lot in one breath. "Besides, tofu can supplement the body's nutrition, and Ding'an Temple is not short of money at all."

Finally, she made another cruel move.

"Then go over and try." The old man agreed.

"It's delicious." Yan Zhi patted his belly and sighed. He was full.

"Wait until auntie comes back to prepare delicious food for you." Lin Ziyin pinched his little face and said.

"Okay." Lin Yanzhi looked at Lin Ziyin with admiration. My aunt can cook delicious food. It's really amazing!

"There isn't much work in the fields, so I'll follow my sister to have a look." Lin Changshu was worried and wanted to go with him.

"Yes, I can finish the work in the fields, and it only takes one morning." Guo Huiniang was even more worried. She thought that Lin Ziyin was just a little girl, and it was not good to do business. And the old man is old and has frequent contacts with Ding'an Temple, so he will definitely be embarrassed to negotiate the price when the time comes.

"Follow." The old man had no objection. He was not a pedantic person and understood the concerns of his grandchildren and their wives.

The family cleaned up and put the tofu in the box for Lin Changshu and the old man to pick it up. Taking advantage of the fact that there were few people in the village in the morning, the three of them packed up and went out.

Fortunately, as expected, I didn't meet anyone on the way out of the village.

Lin Changshu and the old man were very happy about this. They didn't want to be looked at like monkeys. If the village knew that they could make money, many people would come to ask, and it would be difficult for them to answer.

The journey of more than ten miles is not far or near. For Lin Ziyin, Lin Ziyin had to run more than this during morning exercises, let alone training with students in the military academy. But her body was too weak now. After walking more than half the distance, she became breathless and felt that there was not enough breath in her chest.

"Have a rest." The old man noticed her abnormality and put down the burden.

Lin Changshu glanced at Lin Ziyin and felt relieved.

"Just take a rest." Lin Ziyin said shyly. She secretly made up her mind to exercise hard in the future to restore her body to its original state.

After Lin Ziyin recovered a little, the three of them started walking forward again.

At dawn, the three people finally arrived in front of Ding'an Temple. Lin Ziyin began to feel sad again when she thought that the old man had to carry hundreds of pounds of firewood to and from home and the temple every day.

Although a few people came early, people doing small business not far away could already be seen at the entrance of Ding'an Temple.

The old man took brother and sister Lin Ziyin to the back door of Ding'an Temple.