The old woman became rich by relying on the supermarket instead of selling her granddaughter

When Meng Lan heard the price, she suddenly felt a little painful.

She was used to shopping in supermarkets and was obviously not used to the prices outside.

A pound of soybeans costs 10 cents outside, and a pound of soybeans can make about three pounds of tofu.

He sells tofu at 6 wen per pound, which means 18 pounds of tofu cost 8 wen. The tofu seller can make wen from a pound of soybeans, which is a normal profit and he is not a black-hearted businessman.

However, the most she could pay for soybeans in the supermarket was 5 cents per pound. Meng Lan was reluctant to spend her own money. For her, that feeling was no different from being cut by a knife. So she hesitated and asked Dou Fu in a low voice.

"Tofu seller, can you barter with me?"

Meng Lan had the confidence to ask this question. Bartering was not a rare thing at this time. She was just not sure whether the vendor would agree. After all, everyone has different ideas. What if he just wanted money?

Dou Fu was stunned at first, then looked at Meng Lan with an inquiring look, "Aunt, what do you want to exchange for tofu?"

Dou Fu did not agree in a hurry, nor did he refuse directly.

Instead, he first asked Meng Lan what he planned to exchange. After all, he didn't accept all the junk, but if there was something good or something he wanted, and if the price was right, it would save him the trouble of making a trip to buy it.

Dou Fu was still interested in bartering. He would come across it every once in a while, and he would exchange rice or vegetables.

"Pork, cabbage, rice, flour, and eggs are all fine." Meng Lan counted the things she could take out for exchange and named them one by one.

Pork, cabbage, rice and flour are all on the cart, ready-made. If the tofu seller wants to change them, Meng Lan can change them for him immediately.

There is a part of the space in the supermarket for eggs, and she also has some stored at home. If the tofu seller wants it, she has to go back and get it. Fortunately, it is not far from the village now.

When Dou Fu heard what Meng Lan said, his eyes suddenly lit up.

I thought these were good things, hard currency, not some rag-and-bone stuff. They were all valuable.

Dou Fu thought briefly and asked about the most expensive pork. He said, "Auntie, how do I exchange pork?"

"Pork outside is about 35 wen a pound, I won't ask for more from you, I bought so much, and it's cheap, so let's call it 30 wen a pound."

Meng Lan said this and reached out to open the lid of the basket behind her, displaying all the pork inside in front of Dou Fu.

"You can pick any meat in here." Meng Lan pointed at the pork in the basket and said generously.

Anyway, she bought the pork from the supermarket at 1 cent per pound, which is equivalent to not spending any money after rounding it off.

And this morning when she went to check the supermarket's activities, she found that the pork counter in the fresh food area also had an activity sign. It said that because pork was so popular, the 200% discount activity was now changed to once every seven days, but because the activity was so strong, the purchase limit on the day was 500 kilograms, and the usual purchase limit was kilograms.

With a stable source of cheap pork, Meng Lan feels more confident.

"Okay, but if this happens, won't you lose money?"

Dou Fu hesitated for a moment, but still asked cautiously. He was always honest, and would only suffer losses when interacting with others, and would never take advantage of others.

But today Dou Fu hesitated because he remembered his grandmother. He was an orphan who had wandered since childhood. It was grandmother Dou who took him in, raised him, and taught him the craft of making tofu.

Grandma Dou was too old to make tofu anymore, so Dou Fu took over this responsibility.

But he was a man of no ability and could not make much money. The money he earned from selling tofu was only enough for the daily expenses of the two of them. Plus, his grandmother was in poor health and needed to take medicine all year round, so their life became even more difficult.

Given his family situation, he naturally couldn't get married. When his peers were already having children, he could only make a living by selling tofu to support himself and his grandmother.

But Dou Fu was very content. He was raised by his grandmother, and he had food, drink and a place to live. He was very lucky. If it weren't for Grandma Dou, he would have frozen to death in the snow.

They haven't eaten pork for several years. Dou Fu felt guilty for not letting his grandmother live a good life. Today he decided to be ruthless and exchange a piece of pork to return to honor his grandmother.

Thinking about exchanging tofu for other people's pork, he was already getting a good deal at this price, and he couldn't let the other party lose too much. Dou Fu thought guiltily that he was getting a good deal this time, and he couldn't let the other party lose too much.

"Don't worry, it's not a loss."

Meng Lan smiled and thought that this boy was a very honest person, and she immediately had a better impression of him.

So she reached into the basket and picked out a piece of top-quality pork belly, weighing it and finding it was about one pound. She held the meat in front of Dou Fu so he could see it clearly.

"This piece of meat is fat and lean, and I estimate it to be more than one jin. Even if it is one jin, it costs 30 wen. Your tofu is 6 wen per jin, so give me five jin of tofu."

Although five pounds of tofu was a lot, it could be eaten by ten mouths at home in one meal. Meng Lan didn't have to worry about not being able to finish the food. On the contrary, she should worry about buying too little and not having enough food for so many mouths at home.

Dou Fu took a look at the piece of pork belly with fat and lean meat and nodded. This piece of meat is really good. The meat is good, and the aunt is even better.

He picked up the tofu-cutting knife, and with a flick of the knife, he steadily cut more than five pounds of tofu for Meng Lan. After selling tofu for so many years, Dou Fu still had some strength in his hands.

Meng Lan took the tofu which weighed more than five catties, and Dou Fu took the pork which weighed more than one catty. The two looked at each other, and their eyes seemed to say:

There are still many good people in this world.

After the barter transaction, Dou Fu collected the pork like a treasure and continued to sell tofu on his shoulder pole. Meng Lan returned home in a hurry with her eldest son and daughter-in-law.

As soon as she got home, Meng Lan went straight to the main room, poured all the money in her purse onto the table, and began to count it.

"Ten, twenty, thirty... six hundred, six hundred and six."

Meng Lan took a long time to count all the copper coins on the table.

Before leaving the house in the morning, Meng Lan estimated that if everything she brought could be sold, she would be able to make about this amount. Because it was the first day, she didn't make much.

But the other people in the family didn't know. They saw that they had earned more than 600 coins in just half a day. They were so surprised that their mouths could hold an entire egg.

Although they don't know how much they can earn after deducting costs, it is definitely beyond their expectations.

Especially He Chuanzong and He Chuanjia, who often went out to work during the slack season.

Usually, one person could earn about a hundred or eighty coins a day, and two people could earn at most two hundred coins a day.

Now their mother has taken action and collected more than 600 coins in just half a day. The eyes of the two of them can't help but become hot. He Chuanzong thought, if it can continue like this, I wonder how prosperous the family will be?

"Work hard, and we will be able to build a tiled house in the future." After counting the money, Meng Lan collected all the copper coins on the table. Thinking that it would not be long before she would be able to live in a comfortable big tiled house, a gleam of light appeared in her eyes.

She was really fed up with living in this shabby thatched hut.

No one had any doubts about Meng Lan managing the money. Meng Lan was the elder of the family and they had not split up, so these things should be managed by Meng Lan.

When they heard Meng Lan say that her family would build a tiled house after saving enough money, they all became excited.

He Guangzu, who was sitting in Yang's arms, felt the atmosphere around him and became happy too. He clapped his hands and repeated the last few syllables of Meng Lan's words.

"Build a tile house, a tile house, build a tile house!"

Everyone in the room started laughing when they heard what He Guangzu said.

Emotions seem to be contagious. Meng Lan saw that these children were so happy. Although she didn't quite understand why they were so happy just because they were preparing to build a tile house, a smile also appeared on her face.

She thought that in the future she would not only build tiled houses, but also large tiled houses made of green bricks!