In fact, she also quite agrees with what Tao Yi said, because they are not equipped with enough staff, big business will definitely not be able to do it. However, now my mother and my uncle have not mastered the tricks of making tofu, which requires a long time of training. The so-called practice makes perfect. The more skilled you are, the higher your level is. The better you master the proportion, the better the tofu is.

Every year, just before November to the end of March, it is the most leisurely time of the year. Even if you don’t make money in these few months, you can rely on the grains and grains exchanged by the villagers, which will increase their family’s food. Didn’t it just be full and well-dressed in the 1950s and 1960s? If their family has enough food, wouldn’t the money earned by dad be completely saved?

If my father brings some tofu to the people in the unit from time to time, it will be an input. Although there are not many, it is just a convenient thing and will not be troublesome.

In the future, when my brothers are at home, they can learn to make tofu. When the Zhuo family can understand the tofu scriptures thoroughly, the time is ripe in the future, and then they open a tofu shop will be a natural thing.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt it made sense, the more I looked at Tao Yi, and the eyes were filled with scrutiny and scrutiny.

After observation, she was sure that Tao Yi knew so much because of his family's influence, not a time traveler. If he was a time traveler, he would not have been so miserable. But it's hard to say, after all, not everyone can have the ability of the golden finger, so she needs to observe and observe again.

Tao Yi finally convinced the sister-in-law, and the eldest uncle nodded in agreement: "Anyway, we have nothing to do in the past few months, especially during the Chinese New Year, it is normal for a family to buy a dozen kilograms of tofu. We do it, what we don't do? It's hard to make tofu and don't earn much. But no matter how small the mosquitoes are, they are meat, and no one will dislike too much food!"

"Boy Tao, my uncle is telling you the truth. Forget it before the New Year, you can continue to go to school after the New Year. Just by teaching us to make tofu, our Zhuo family can't treat you badly. I can also see that you are a piece of material for studying and a talent, so you can't waste it. However, if you have to go to the Zhuo family's household registration book, are you willing to change your surname?"

The eldest uncle's words first made Tao Yi stunned. Even Zhuo Lin didn't expect that she would stop talking, because even Zhuo Dajun never thought about asking someone to change his surname.

But the eldest uncle couldn't look at Wang, and looked straight at Tao Yi, wanting Tao Yi to make his own choice.

Tao Yi was stunned for a moment, lowered his eyes, pondered for a moment, and shook his head stiffly when he looked up.

"Uncle, I'm sorry, I may not be able to agree to this. You know, I am the only one left in my entire family. My uncle, second, third, and other family are gone. I don't know if there are any older brothers and sisters living that day, because the whole village is messy, and there are crying sounds everywhere. Later, after a long time of hard work, I couldn't find anyone. The superior said, "It's no help, let us living people give up searching, check in the village, and arrange a place for us."
Chapter completed!