The eldest daughter of a peasant family: They are all my sisters’ passers-by

In a blink of an eye, another half a month passed, and He Jinyu came to tell them that he was going to Xunyang, Kyoto, and would discuss the clothing business after he came back.

Lan Wangshu didn't care. She had been studying how to make tofu recently. It looked simple, but it was actually very difficult to operate.

Inside the yard, He Yi was still pushing the stone mill resignedly while Lan Wangyu was adding water to the millstone. Lan Wangyan was holding a small brush and moving the ground soy milk along the groove into the silk bag on the rack. There was also a small ceramic basin underneath to catch the milk.

Lan Wangshu was still thinking about the amount of gypsum to be used, and could only find a suitable value through repeated experiments.

She now hates herself for being bad at physics. She thought she would be able to master it in a few days, but the tofu she made was either too tender, too old, or even had no shape at all.

She stared at the blue sky in a daze, her eyes empty, and she was complaining in her heart that she really needed to learn math, physics and chemistry well. Please, teacher, please show some wisdom and let her empty brain gain some knowledge.

Lan Luochen was still practicing calligraphy on the sand table. Fearing that she would be hit, he put down the stick in his hand and walked over to her.

"Sister, don't worry. We can already make tofu. It's just that the finished product is not very successful. We will definitely be able to make it after a few more tries."

"You don't understand. I plan to set up a tofu shop in the village with this recipe. We will do this business in the future and it will also help the villagers earn some income. So we need a very accurate standard process. As long as they follow it, it will definitely succeed."

"This is also a physically demanding job, and not many people are willing to do it. Why bother with this, sister?"

Lan Wangshu lay in the rocking chair, closed his eyes, and silently thought about how to talk to him.

She actually had a lot of concerns in her heart. She had seen all kinds of evil on the Internet in modern times. One should not have the intention to harm others, but one should also be on guard against others.

"They are so kind and caring to us because we are the weak. If you were in my shoes and saw a former weak person suddenly become strong, and you wanted to make money with him, wouldn't there be a big psychological gap?"

This sentence made Lan Luochen silent. He admitted that if it were him, he would feel a little jealous.

"You know very well that silence is the answer. This is only the first layer of malice. If someone uses the kindness we have shown you in the past to control us, knowing that you care about your reputation and studying, they will act recklessly. Human greed will make people hateful. You don't know what kind of crazy things people will do."

Lan Wangshu couldn't help but feel his hair stand on end when he thought of all the news that destroyed his worldview in his previous life. Even TV dramas wouldn't dare to film it like that. As soon as he finished speaking, the whole yard became quiet, with only the sound of the millstone turning and grinding the beans.

It was like a weight on everyone's heart; even the two little ones looked thoughtful.

She felt that what she had said seemed to be a bit too much, and wanted to ease the atmosphere, so she spoke in a relaxed manner.

"Of course, I'm not saying that everyone will become like that. This is just a precaution. Giving back to our fellow villagers shows that we know how to be grateful, and helping them make money is kindness. People can be kind, but there must be a bottom line and a sharp edge. We must let them know that the money is not easy to earn, and that they have paid the price of labor, so that they will not cherish it. And when people are tired, they don't have the energy to think about other things."

Lan Wangshu's tone was indifferent, and no emotion could be heard in it. He Yi's eyebrows twitched. He had heard his master say this. No wonder Miss Lan could make so much money.

The rich are rich in many different ways, while the poor are poor in all the same way.

"Sister is right. Everything is up to your arrangement."

Lan Luochen's eyes were confused for a moment, then became firm again. He gently helped her rock the chair. The boy's figure just blocked the glaring sunlight, and his body was warm, making her drowsy.

"Sister, we should try it again. After several attempts, we found that soy milk with a high temperature is easier to form."

As soon as Lan Wangyu finished grinding the beans, he ran over and told her the conclusion he had drawn from his experiments.

Lan Wangshu suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Lan Wangyu carefully. She had no talent in science, but didn't she have a talent for it? If he trained Lan Wangyu well, he would give her a surprise.

"What does Xiaoyu want to do?"

"All the processes remain the same. When the soy milk is just out of the pot, the dosage of gypsum is adjusted and the appearance of the more successful tofu pudding is recorded."

Tsk, she was really fed up with this kind of life where the elders were not as good as the elders and the younger ones were not as good as the younger ones. Now she knew about quantities and variables everywhere. The gap between people was really outrageous. She often felt out of place because she felt that she was too ordinary.

Thinking about these children, Lan Luochen has the best wisdom. He is still young and has no one to teach him many things, but he has an amazing talent in literature and has a photographic memory. Who can stand it?

Lan Wangyu is silent and calm. He can grasp the key to a problem. He is unconstrained in his thinking and has his own opinions. He should be trained in the direction of scientific research, and it would not be bad for him to develop in industry in the future.