Chapter 1505: Tofu Arrangement

Wu Lan said Aunt Zhang Hong was hot-headed, but she herself was just as hot-headed and rushed over. Before even looking at the tofu, she saw the two big millstones and couldn't help but nag:

"You! You do it if you want, but you should have given a shout, right?"

Aunt Zhang Hong wasn't a truly honest person who wouldn't speak up. At this moment, she was also happy:

"Everyone in the village is related by blood or marriage. If I had gone to say it, what if someone else wanted to do it, and you mentioned it here, wouldn't it be easy to cause conflict? It's better to do it first and see. If it works, it works; if it doesn't, we can sell these things to those who want to do it, and we won't lose too much."

It was a pity to lose the tuition money, but the couple could earn money now, so they could afford to lose it.

This was said very nicely, and Wu Lan couldn't say anything more, just staring at the millstones: "Two such big ones, that must be very tiring, right? Can you still lift your arms after a day of work?"

That was indeed tiring, and even the couple who were used to farm work couldn't handle it.

The Zhang family man smiled honestly: "I asked someone, and they said we can install a motor on top and use an electric mill—it's just that I didn't know if it would work at first, so I was afraid of spending too much money."

Rural people, they aren't afraid of being tired, but if they spend too much money, they won't be able to sleep.

Wu Lan was relieved: "As long as you have a plan in your heart."

Otherwise, I'm afraid that my daughter would just mention it casually, and you would spend great effort to tinker with it without any results; wouldn't that be annoying?

She went to look at the four plates of tofu—they weren't as white as jade, but rather milky white. The tofu fragrance was very obvious, and looking at the old tofu and tender tofu, the difference was quite large.

Just as she was looking, Aunt Zhang Hong took a kitchen knife and neatly cut a few pieces to share with everyone: "Come, taste it, how is it compared to what we usually buy?"

Song Tan brought Lu Chuan, and at this moment, he also tasted a piece, then frowned, but quickly relaxed: "It's more flavorful than what we usually buy. But the difference isn't that big."

Why was it more flavorful?

Because now few people carry tofu and call out to sell it door-to-door; most of it is soaked in water. After soaking for a long time, the fragrance is gone, and it feels bland when eaten.

Aunt Zhang Hong's tofu craft was unskilled, but she couldn't stand that it was just made, so not only did Lu Chuan evaluate it like this, but Seventh Uncle also nodded repeatedly: "Xiao Chuan's tongue is picky; what he said is exactly the case."

Song Tan pondered: "Auntie, for tofu like this, it's no problem for those nearby to buy it. For those coming from far away specifically to buy it, I guess it's not worth it."

Aunt Zhang Hong wasn't discouraged at all, but instead lifted the gauze on the other side: "Taste this again!"

No need to taste this one first; the fragrance alone was different!

Seventh Uncle hurriedly squeezed forward: "Let me taste it!"

It was a pity to say that although the old Song family had big and small millstones, because there were really not enough soybeans last year, they didn't have the heart to grind tofu, so he was eager to try this year, just waiting for the soybeans to mature!

And now, the two plates of tofu in front of him, the tender tofu could be used to stew local fish head soup, the old tofu could be stewed for a long time to absorb the flavor with Chinese cabbage and pork belly, or even fry fish chunks...

Anything would work, and it could even be made into fermented bean curd!

Now, the tofu fragrance in front of him was obvious. He just cut a piece and tasted it in his mouth, and immediately nodded: "This is okay! You can sell this at double the price! No problem at all!"

Looking at the size of this bamboo plate, he estimated: "If there are no tourists, ten plates a day is stable. If there are tourists... then you have to prepare 30 plates. After tasting this flavor, people who come here will definitely want to take a few pieces back."

After saying that, he looked around again: "What about dry tofu? Didn't you make dry tofu? Did you scoop up the bean skin?"

Having been favored by Seventh Uncle like this, Aunt Zhang Hong was still blooming with joy, and at this moment, she said busily: "In a hurry, dry tofu has to be pressed sheet by sheet, I didn't have time!"

"The bean skin was scooped up and hung over there. There wasn't much, just scooped two sheets to practice."

Bean skin is the bean skin that condenses on the top when boiling soy milk; it's harder than yuba—yuba hadn't been learned yet!

The Zhang family man asked with both anxiety and excitement: "Uncle, can we really sell that much a day?"

He used this big plate; the whole plate of tofu was about twelve jin. If the old and tender ones sold 10 plates a day—tofu in town is 2.5 a jin, they sell it for 5 yuan, wouldn't that be...

Wouldn't that be—600?!

That is to say, even if it's not a holiday and there are no tourists, their family can still sell 600 every day?

Don't look down on this 600. This money is shared by the couple's salary, but one person only gets 300 a day. But the problem is, the tofu cost is low!

How much are soybeans worth?

Twelve jin of tofu only uses three or four jin of soybeans!

Aunt Zhang Hong was blooming with joy! She was so happy that her mouth couldn't close!

Song Tan teased her at this moment: "Auntie, happy, right? It's a cornucopia!"

Aunt Zhang Hong nodded repeatedly: "It is! A cornucopia! You hold the big one, I hold the small one... Oh my! Tantan! How can I thank you for this!"

She turned over and over, and the man on the side also didn't know what to say.

Song Tan wasn't polite either:

"Then there is really something you can help with—don't just focus on making big money during this time, take the time to inquire about good young men and women in the surrounding villages! Look, I have quite a few employees on the farm now. When it's slack in autumn and winter, I want to arrange a blind date meeting."

Matchmaking! Aunt Zhang Hong loved this!

She agreed immediately: "Don't worry! By then, I'll inquire clearly about who is who in the surrounding villages!"

And here, the Zhang family man was happily holding a plate of tofu: "I don't know how to talk, I don't know how to thank you, let's just send all this tofu home today!"

Song Tan was about to refuse, but Lu Chuan held her hand on the side.

And Wu Lan said happily: "Then you have to thank us. Without our good mountains and good water, how could there be this flavor—just these four plates won't do! You have to send eight plates!"

"Send these four plates to the village office today, and whoever wants to eat can go and cut it themselves."

"Tomorrow you make breakfast, we want both old tofu and tender tofu, and then send it to the mountain canteen to put on the menu for tourists... Zhang Hong, are you willing?"

Aunt Zhang Hong was stunned and asked her casually: "You're planning for my family's good, why don't you just say it directly? Am I the kind of person who doesn't know what's good for them?"

"Send!" She waved her hand: "I understand your meaning. Send it to the village office today, let everyone know that from now on I'm selling tofu, and I've taken on this business."

"Tomorrow you're advertising for me! I know!"

She pondered slightly: "For this tofu, do I have to grind dozens of plates tomorrow?"

There are only two people in the family, two big millstones, they can't do it!

The Zhang family man immediately put down the tofu and took out his phone: "I'll make a call!"

"When I bought the millstone yesterday, they said that a motor has to be installed on top! It has a matching one, in the city, and it can be delivered this afternoon!" ===== CHAPTER 1506 =====