The house is ancient, and was taken home by a rough man and spoiled

Today is even more lively for Daliushu Village than the Chinese New Year.

The lunch banquet opened the eyes of the villagers. Some of the elderly had never eaten such a sumptuous meal in their entire lives.

They all felt it was too embarrassing to use such a small gift as gift to attend such a banquet.

The meat dishes were served one by one, and some of them had never even heard of the names of the dishes, let alone eaten them.

Not to mention the children, even some elderly people couldn't help but burst into tears when looking at the sumptuous meal on the table.

One foot is already on the coffin, but I can still enjoy such a feast. This life is worth it.

When the dishes were almost served, Shen Yuan announced that the meal was ready.

The main table naturally consisted of the county magistrate and Shen Yuan and his party.

The county magistrate did not make any further speech. Faced with so many delicious dishes, he also wanted to eat, so he started eating right away.

In an instant, the only sound heard from the rows of tables was the sound of chewing.

Everyone was probably busy eating, and no one was talking.

Only chopsticks are used to pick up food, as if the wind and clouds are surging.

It’s not their fault that they have no table manners. The food is simply so delicious that if they were slower, they would probably eat less.

At the main seat, Xu Huaiyuan and the others ate in silence until they were half full, then Lin Wenyue looked excited.

"This bean curd is so delicious. My mother must like it too. Sister Wanwan, I want to take some back. Don't worry, I'll pay for it!"

She said while eating.

Ye Jingxue was very polite. She ate in small bites without saying a word.

Xu Huaiyuan glanced at Lin Wenyue and saw that she was about to pick up the last piece of bean curd. Xu Huaiyuan raised his chopsticks and put them back again.

Lin Wenyue took the last piece without hesitation and said "thank you" to him.

Su Wanwan chuckled:

"It's not enough, don't worry. By the way, Mr. Bai, if you are not in a hurry today, I will treat you to hotpot in the evening. I still have business to discuss with you."

Su Wanwan thought of hotpot and immediately tried to persuade them to stay.

Bai Shao was in a hurry to go back and ask the restaurant to serve this dish of wet bean curd skin, intending to return as soon as the banquet was over. But when he heard his sister-in-law say that they had business to discuss and there was no need to eat hot pot, his eyes suddenly lit up.

The chef and a manager are here today too, so let them go back and prepare first, and he will stay!

"Okay, since my sister-in-law said so, I have to stay today even if it's urgent."

Bai Shao agreed quickly.

"What pot? I want to eat too, and I want to stay too!"

Lin Wenyue spoke up immediately. She didn’t know what kind of pot this was, but most of the things Sister Wanwan made were things she had never eaten before, so she wanted to keep some to eat.

"Sister Ye, you should stay too. Let's have another meal together."

It was not enough for him to stay alone, he also called Ye Jingxue to stay with him.

Ye Jingxue was naturally happy.

She wanted to spend more time with Xiao Yue'er.

Xu Huaiyuan really wanted to say that he also wanted to stay, but when he thought about his status and the official duties in the county, he gave up.

He can't be like Lin Wenyue, who doesn't know the rules.

A few people started chatting, and the villagers outside had almost finished eating and started chatting too.

Everyone is obsessed with today’s dishes, and some even say they can show off to their relatives.

As they were talking, they started talking about this year's income.

They made a lot of money from selling corn and sweet potatoes this year, almost as much as they earned in the previous seven or eight years, and they felt very confident.

Each one is full of longing and yearning for future life.

Now almost every household in the village has someone working. Some families have two or three people working, either in workshops or in agricultural offices.

Life is getting more and more hopeful, and they can only be grateful to Mr. and Mrs. Shen Yuan.

After the banquet was over, the villagers spontaneously helped to clean up. It happened that the first shift of workers was about to get off work, so the second shift took over.

However, the first shift workers did not leave immediately. They were all skilled and stayed voluntarily to teach the second shift workers how to operate the machine.

Su Wanwan took a look and found that these people were really simple and honest.

This is good. I don’t have to teach him. I will prepare some oil and bean curd sheets for Xu Huaiyuan and ask him to take them back for the old lady and Duoduo to eat.

After the old lady fell ill, Xiao Duoduo also fell ill, so he didn’t come today.

Xu Huaiyuan did not refuse and left with his men.

Bai Shao and the others wanted to stay, and seeing that Su Wanwan was fine at the moment, they immediately mentioned the matter of rapeseed oil. Unfortunately, Su Wanwan didn't have much, so they only gave him two large barrels.

She has planted all her rapeseed in the terraced fields and is just waiting for next year.

Moreover, after seeing the oil yield of rapeseed, Lord Zhao took a lot of seeds from her and planted them in wasteland. It will be able to be promoted on a large scale next year.

Bai Shao didn't think it was too little and took out the silver excitedly.

Not only is there money for the two barrels of rapeseed oil, but also money for two recipes.

After taking care of all these, he went to find Shen Yuan to transport the goods.

These wet bean curd sheets can be kept in the ice cellar for a few days. He took some and asked the housekeeper to take them back and started selling them in the restaurant in Beichang Prefecture.

The housekeeper also fell in love with the bean curd sheets, and he returned to the restaurant with full confidence, determined to serve this new dish tonight!

The price of wet bean curd sheets is naturally different from that of dry bean curd sheets, because wet bean curd sheets are heavier, but they are fresher, so Su Wanwan settled the price at a price slightly lower than that of dry bean curd sheets.

Su Wanwan calculated various costs before finally deciding on the price of yuba.

Of course, she also checked the prices of various dried vegetables in the county, such as black fungus and dried mushrooms, for reference.

Bean curd sheets can be considered dried vegetables, but black fungus and dried mushrooms are in small quantities. People pick them in the mountains, dry them and sell them, so they are naturally very expensive.

Her bean curd sheets don’t need to be that expensive. If you calculate it by adding 30% to the cost, the price is about one-third of the dried black fungus.

This is the price of high-quality bean curd sheets. Later, the price of those bean curd sheets that are not so chewy will be reduced by 10%.

She didn't have the idea that scarcity makes things valuable. After all, she would be selling bean curd in large quantities in the future, and it wasn't a scarce product, so she wouldn't sell it at too high a price.

After the merchants take the goods away, they will definitely raise the price and sell it again. Finally, the price will not be cheap when it reaches the consumers.

Shen Yuan also agreed to her pricing.

By the time all the wet bean curd sheets that the Bai family wanted were loaded onto the carriage, it was already dark.

Su Wanwan had prepared the dinner at home, and when it was almost time, she ran to the workshop again.

At this time, all the bean curd sheets were put into the kang, filling up the whole room in rows, which looked very pleasing to the eye.

The thick soy milk in the big pot outside was gone, as it had all been spilled onto the bean curd sheets.

Su Wanwan taught them how to clean the big pot. They could pull out the partitions in the middle one by one and make sure to clean the bottom of the pot. Everyone found that there were layers of rice crusts on both the partitions and the bottom of the pot.

That is the sediment of soy milk, which is tightly attached to the partition.

The worker who kneads the yuba has an iron triangle in his hand, one end of which is as sharp as a blade, and he can use the triangle to scrape off the layer of rice crust.

The rice crust is quite thick, a bit like dried tofu, but a little thinner than dried tofu.

This is a good thing. It can be used for cooking or putting it in a pot. Su Wanwan asked someone to pack it up and prepare to take it back to eat.