"Qing'er, I just remembered that tomorrow is the Winter Clothes Festival. Are you really going to the market?"

Mrs. Sun returned to the kitchen with the washed dishes and chopsticks and asked Yang Ruoqing.

The Winter Clothes Festival is popular in Changping Village. Every year on the first day of the tenth lunar month, incense paper and clothing are burned to the ancestors who have passed away to keep them warm from the cold.

"Mom, during the Winter Clothes Festival tomorrow, incense will be burned before sunset in the afternoon. I'll go to the market early in the morning, so I won't delay!" Yang Ruoqing said.

Mrs. Sun nodded, "Then who are you going with? Your fifth uncle has been helping out in the neighboring village these days. You can't go alone!"

"Mom, it's okay. There aren't many things for sale in the town this time. I mainly buy these tofu. I can do it by myself!"

Yang Ruoqing said.

She lied.

When she goes to town tomorrow, in addition to selling tofu, she also has a big item to sell!

However, I haven’t gotten that big thing yet!

But tonight, we will definitely get it!

"Sister, I will accompany you to the town market tomorrow!" Daan took the initiative.

Yang Ruoqing nodded, "Okay, the premise is that you can get up, and you have to leave at dawn!"

"I can do it!" Da'an said.

Yang Ruoqing responded with a smile, then stood up from the kitchen door and walked to the door panel with the tofu pressed on it.

After looking at it, Yang Ruoqing said: "It's almost done, you can uncover it!"

So, the stones and adobe bricks were removed, the wooden boards were removed, and the black mesh was uncovered...

The white and tender tofu is in front of everyone's eyes, with a hint of heat and bean flavor...

When Yang Ruoqing picked up the kitchen knife, she didn't even need to use a ruler to measure or gesture, she just lifted the knife and dropped it.

The large piece of tofu in front of her was cut into palm-sized pieces under her knife.

"Ah, sister is so awesome. Every piece of tofu is the same size!"

Daan came over and opened his eyes in surprise.

He also stretched out his hand to count: "One piece, two pieces...eight pieces! Sister, there are eight pieces of tofu in total!"

"Including the tofu we drank earlier, this pound of soybeans can make ten pieces of tofu. The weight of each piece..."

Yang Ruoqing paused for a moment and weighed one of the pieces.

"Each piece weighs half a catty. Ten pieces equals five catties. One catty of soybeans can make five catties of tofu!"

Mr. Sun and Lao Suntou didn't know much about it, so they were stunned for a while when Yang Ruoqing said it.

This was the first time Ms. Sun saw tofu, and there was so much. After frying a pound of soybeans, she could only eat two meals at most. With so much tofu, she would have to eat it for several days!

Da'an listened carefully to Yang Ruoqing's words, and then counted on his fingers.

"Sister, I wonder how much a pound of soybeans costs? How much can tofu be sold for? If the price difference between the two is good, we can make money making tofu in the future!"

Yang Ruoqing snapped her fingers at Daan: "Well done, you are worthy of being my brother. This brain is very useful!"

She then asked Sun and Lao Suntou about the price of soybeans.

Ms. Sun had no idea about this. During these years in Lao Yang's house, her world consisted of the backyard kitchen, pig pen, cowshed and chicken coop, and beyond that, there were fields, vegetable gardens and the pond at the entrance of the village.

When we got married, we went to Qingshui Town with Yang Huazhong to pick up a new set of clothes, but we never went to the town again!

But Old Suntou thought for a while and said: "Last year I went to the market in Qingshui Town, and the soybeans were sold in the rice and grain shop for three cents per catty, and then sold in the rice and grain shop for five cents per catty!"

Yang Ruoqing nodded, thought for a moment and said, "What we need to make tofu is soybeans. When the time comes, we can go to the tile market to buy them for three pennies a pound, or we can harvest them in the village."

"As for tofu, I thought about it and sold it by the piece, two cents a piece!"

"Soak two kilograms of soybeans and make a nest of tofu. A nest of tofu is ten kilograms, twenty yuan. Each yuan is two cents. Da'an, please do the math. How much can we earn from this batch of tofu?"

Yang Ruoqing threw the arithmetic problem to Daan.

Daan raised his fingers there...

After a moment, Da'an's eyes lit up and he said loudly: "Two kilograms of soybeans are six cents, and the maximum is eight cents. A nest of tofu is twenty yuan, and each piece is two cents, which is forty cents. After all, the minimum for a nest of tofu is forty cents.

You can earn thirty-two cents!"

Mrs. Sun and Lao Suntou became excited and were about to open their mouths when Yang Ruoqing raised her hand to stop them again.

She then asked Da'an: "Let's make a batch of tofu in two days. If you think about it, how much can we earn in one month?"

"Based on the 30th day of the month, we can sell fifteen nests of tofu and earn a net profit of 480 cash!"

Da'an excitedly reported this number, and both Sun and Lao Suntou were so surprised that they were speechless!

Sun said: "Qing'er, is it true? Did you hear me right? If we can make so much money in a month, we won't be afraid of going hungry!"

But Yang Ruoqing smiled and shook her head: "Mom, your wish is too small, isn't it? Are you satisfied if you don't go hungry? I don't think so!"

"Then what do my Qing'er think?" asked Sun with a smile.

Yang Ruoqing leaned over and picked up the cut tofu into a wooden bucket, and said: "First, I want to make money for our family to have food and clothing. Third, I want to save money so that Da'an can go to Enlightenment School after the New Year. Then.

, I also want to save money to build a house and live in a spacious and bright big house with tiles!"

Raising pigs, cattle, chickens and ducks...

Buy fields, buy land, buy shops...

In short, there is a lot of work to do these days, but the road under our feet must be trodden step by step...

Sun's face was filled with emotion when she heard that Yang Ruoqing was sending Da'an to school.

After looking at Da'an and then at Yang Ruoqing, Sun sobbed with excitement.

"Qing'er, Daan's blessing is to have a sister like you!"

Daan also bit his lip and stood there, saying nothing this time.

Little Shota's little hands clenched into fists, and her eyes were unusually bright in the dim kitchen!

"Mom, the tofu has been picked up and raised in the well water. Let's go back to the house and rest!" Yang Ruoqing greeted.

"Okay, it's time to take a rest!"

Yang Ruoqing also returned to her room. As soon as she lay down on the bed, Sun, who had been tired for a day, fell into a deep sleep.

Yang Ruoqing, however, had her eyes open and was not sleepy at all.

At this time, it should still be in the middle of the night, not yet past twelve o'clock.

I guess everyone in Changping Village is almost asleep, right?

Well, it's time to do something.

Quietly, he turned over and sat up, put on his clothes again, and based on his experience of sleeping with Mr. Sun these past two nights, he concluded.

Mrs. Sun lay down now, fearing that she would not get up until dawn.

Good, give yourself enough time to do that.

She quietly opened the door and went outside. Yang Ruoqing went to the kitchen and made a cake with bean dregs.

Then he dipped it in the remaining bowl of quail soup, soaked in the aroma of quail meat, and then left the yard with satisfaction.
Chapter completed!