Chapter 1679: Chapter 1536: Tofu Arrangents
Wu Lan said Aunt Zhang Hong was bustling about, but she herself rushed over just as energetically. Without even seeing the tofu, she first saw two large millstones and couldn’t help but chide:
"You, you! If you want to do it, then do it, but at least give us a heads up?"
Aunt Zhang Hong is not exactly a quiet person, and she laughed heartily:
"In this village, everyone’s interconnected. If I ntion it and others want to do it too, conflicts might arise. So, I decided to try it first. If it works, great; if not, we can sell the equipnt to those who want to try. We won’t lose much either way."
It’s a pity to lose the tuition money, but the couple is earning now, so they can afford it.
Her reasoning was hard to argue against, so Wu Lan couldn’t say more and just stared at the millstones, "These two large ones must be exhausting! After a day’s work, can you even lift your arms?"
Indeed, it was tiring, and even the couple accustod to farm work couldn’t endure it.
The man from the Zhang Family chuckled honestly, "I asked around, and they said an electric motor can be installed on top for power grinding—though initially, I wasn’t sure if it would work and worried about spending too much."
In the countryside, hard work is not feared, but spending too much money can be sleepless.
Wu Lan was finally relieved, "As long as you have a plan."
Otherwise, I’d worry that if my daughter casually ntioned sothing, you’d go to great lengths without results, how discouraging would that be?
She then looked at the four slabs of tofu—not pure white like jade, but sowhat milky. The tofu had a distinct freshness; the old and tender tofu showed a notable difference at first glance.
As she observed them, Aunt Zhang Hong swiftly cut a few pieces with a vegetable knife to share, "Co on, everyone try it. How does it compare to the ones we usually buy?"
Song Tan had brought Lun Chuan along, and he also tasted a piece. His brow furrowed then quickly relaxed, "Richer than the usual store-bought kind. But the difference isn’t that pronounced."
Why is the flavor richer?
It’s because nowadays, tofu is seldom peddled house to house; mostly it’s soaked in water. After soaking, the aroma is lost, resulting in a bland taste.
Aunt Zhang Hong’s tofu skills might be rusty, but they were freshly made, so not only Lun Chuan praised it, but Seventh Uncle also nodded repeatedly, "Xiaochuan has a discerning palate, and that’s exactly right."
Song Tan pondered, "Aunt, this tofu is fine for nearby buyers. But no one’s going out of their way for it."
Aunt Zhang Hong was not discouraged at all; instead, she uncovered another cloth, "Try this one!"
No need to try first—its aroma was noticeably different!
Seventh Uncle hurried forward, "Let
taste!"
To be honest, it’s a pity that although Lao Song’s family owns big and small millstones, they didn’t grind tofu last year due to the shortage of Huang Dou—waiting eagerly for this year’s harvest!
Now, with these two blocks of tofu, tender tofu could be used to stew local fish head soup, while the old one could be simred with cabbage, pork belly, or even pan-fried fish chunks...
It’s versatile; they could even make fernted tofu!
The tofu now boasted a distinct fragrance. He cut a piece to taste, nodding imdiately, "This is good! You can sell it for double the price without any issue!"
Estimating the size of the bamboo tray, even without tourists, ten trays a day would be steady. With tourists...you should prepare 30 trays. After tasting this goodness, chances are they’ll take a few pieces ho."
After saying that, he looked around, "How about dried tofu? Did you not make any? Have you gathered the soy skins?"
With such recognition from Seventh Uncle, Aunt Zhang Hong was overjoyed and said hastily, "In the rush, dried tofu needs to be pressed sheet by sheet, got out of hand!"
"The soy skins are gathered, hung over there, only a couple sheets for practice."
Soy skins are the top layer that solidifies from boiling soy milk, tougher than yuba—haven’t gotten to that yet!
The man from the Zhang Family hesitantly and excitedly inquired, "Uncle, can we really sell so much a day?"
With the large tray he used, a whole tray of tofu weighs roughly 12 pounds, selling 10 trays a day of old and tender tofu—the town sells for 2.5 per pound, while ours sells for 5, doesn’t that an...
Doesn’t that an—600?!
Even without holidays or tourists, the family can sell for 600 a day?
Don’t underestimate this 600; split between the couple, it’s just 300 a day per person. But wait, the cost of tofu is low!
How much is Huang Dou worth?
Twelve pounds of tofu only needs three to four pounds of Huang Dou!
Aunt Zhang Hong was thrilled! She grinned from ear to ear!
Song Tan teased her at that mont, "Aunt, are you happy? It’s a Cornucopia!"
Aunt Zhang Hong nodded repeatedly, "Yes! A Cornucopia! You’re doing the big one, I’m doing the small one...Oh, Tantan! How can I thank you!"
With back-and-forth exchanges, her husband also was at a loss for words.
Song Tan didn’t shy away:
"There’s indeed sothing you could help with—don’t just focus on making money these days, spare so ti to inquire about good lads and lasses in the ten miles and eight villages! You know, I have quite a few employees on the farm now. When autumn and winter co and they have downti, I plan to organize a matchmaking event."
Matchmaking! Aunt Zhang Hong loves this!
She agreed wholeheartedly, "Leave it to ! At that ti, anyone from the ten miles and eight villages, whatever relations, I’ll investigate thoroughly for you!"
anwhile, the man from Zhang Family happily hugged a tray of tofu, "I’m not good with words, don’t know how to thank you all, today this tofu is all for your family!"
Song Tan was about to refuse when Lun Chuan held her hand beside him.
Wu Lan, on the other hand, cheerfully said, "You do have to offer thanks, if not for our good mountains and waters, how would there be such flavor—four trays won’t do! You should offer eight trays!"
"Today these four trays go to the Village Departnt, each household can slice off their portion."
"Tomorrow, you’ll make an early batch, we’ll take both old and tender tofu, then deliver to the mountain cafeteria for tourists to have on the nu... Zhang Hong, would you mind?"
Aunt Zhang Hong started at this, casually replying, "Your plan benefits my family, why not directly say it? Am I soone who doesn’t appreciate kindness?"
"I’ll send it!" She waved grandly, "I understand your intent. Sending it to the Village Departnt today lets everyone know that from now on I’m selling tofu, taking on this business."
"Tomorrow you’re adverting for , I get it!"
She pondered slightly, "But this tofu, do we need to grind dozens of trays tomorrow?"
There’s just the two at ho, two large millstones, how could they manage!
The man from the Zhang Family imdiately put down the tofu and took out his phone, "I’ll make a call!"
"When I bought the millstone yesterday, they said it requires an electric motor! It’s compatible, right in the city, it could be delivered this afternoon!"
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