The Princess of Northern Land

"Masters, please." Lin Ziyin brought up the tofu soup.

"Brother in charge, let me try it first as a poor monk." Zhike said.

"Together." the host replied, taking the lead in picking up the chopsticks.

Even if it is just green cabbage and tofu with salt, it tastes much better than boiled cabbage alone.

Several monks finished the tofu soup in their bowls quietly, and then put down the bowls in their hands.

"I wonder how to sell these tofu?" the host master said.

"Ten cents a pound." Lin Ziyin replied.

"Why is it so expensive?" Zhike frowned in surprise. "It looks like it's just made of beans."

"Yes, there are indeed beans in the raw materials, but there are other things. And there are many processes in making tofu. If you don't pay attention, you will ruin the pot, and all the raw materials will be wasted. Send it here, I am also thinking about the temple It is out of kindness that I am willing to send it to all the masters to replenish their health. To be honest, because meat oil cannot be used in the temple, the deliciousness of the tofu is greatly reduced. We also came here under pressure to send it here." Lin Zi Yin explained.

"Beans are only two cents a pound, but your tofu has been doubled several times and is still watery. The price is indeed a bit high." Zhike still frowned.

"Master, you can't calculate it like this. Beans are indeed cheap, but making tofu requires more than just talking. We don't want to embarrass you masters, and the price must not be lower. Otherwise, we will not make any profit at all. If If the masters can't accept this price, I won't embarrass you. Grandpa and brother, let's sell it elsewhere." Lin Ziyin was determined not to lie.

Lin Changshu was secretly anxious on the side. He wanted to make this business with the temple. After all, there were many monks in the temple, and they would definitely need a lot of tofu every day. If this is done, life at home will be greatly improved.

"Can I pay eight cents a pound?" Zhike didn't expect that the little girl in front of him was still hot-tempered and would not do the business.

"No, if it's too little, you won't make any money." Lin Ziyin shook his head and refused.

"Girl." The old man said.

Lin Ziyin looked at the old man. When she saw his troubled expression, she sighed secretly. Sure enough, the old man was soft-hearted. "Master, considering how much you have always taken care of the Lin family, we really can't sell it for nine cents, no matter how little. Otherwise, our Lin family will have to work for you for free. But I have conditions for this price."

"What conditions?" Zhike asked.

"Our Lin family wants to do some small business in the market in the future, so we want to store the stove and other things in the temple. Is that feasible?" Lin Ziyin offered conditions, "Of course, we don't do it in vain. Every time we come here to do business, On that day, we will give an extra pound of tofu to the temple.”

That’s pretty much it! Zhike looked at the host, waiting for him to make up his mind.

The host secretly calculated in his mind that the temple required thirty kilograms of tofu every day, which was just over two hundred and seventy cents. However, the nutritional value of tofu was very high, so this business was very cost-effective. "Is it feasible for you to deliver thirty kilograms of tofu every day?"

"Okay, absolutely fine." Lin Changshu was overjoyed. Thirty kilograms of tofu a day was equivalent to two hundred and seventy cents. Excluding the cost of beans and firewood, that amounted to more than two hundred cents.

This figure is much more cost-effective than going out to do hard work!

"Will the delivery start tomorrow?" The old man couldn't close his mouth with joy.

"Amitabha, let's start from tomorrow." The host made the final decision.

Lin Ziyin secretly had fun, and now that he is done, his family's life will be greatly improved in the future.

"Master, let me explain one more thing. From now on, if the family is too busy making tofu, grandpa will not come over to deliver firewood." She said with a smile.

The host gave her a meaningful look, then nodded, "Just send the firewood and find someone else."

Lin Ziyin was frightened by his sight. The old monk's eyes were so mysterious that she felt nervous inexplicably.

"The female donor has a kind face, Amitabha, and has a deep relationship with Buddha." The host spoke again.

"Thank you for the compliment, Master." Lin Ziyin thanked with a smile, but rolled her eyes in her heart. She has a deep connection with Buddhism. She has never believed in Buddhism.