Opening wedding night: the delicate heroine is pregnant

Qin Feixue mobilized her spiritual power and catalyzed this decades-old ginseng into a hundred-year-old one before she stopped.

Then save the ginseng seeds and carefully dig out the ginseng along with its roots.

He then poured out the mushrooms in the small bamboo basket, put the ginseng at the bottom and covered it with the mushrooms, then returned down the mountain the same way he came.

When she got home, it was almost eleven o'clock. Yan Juan shook off the water droplets in her hands, looked up and saw her coming back. She hurried over to take the things in her hands.

"Where did you go? Why did you take so long?"

She looked at the things in the basket and panicked: "Did you go to the back mountain?"

"It just rained, and the mountain is slippery. What if someone falls?"

Seeing that Qin Feixue was safe and sound, she breathed a sigh of relief: "Don't go next time."

Qin Feixue smiled and said, "It just rained, and I thought there would be a lot of game in the back hills, so I went up to take a look, and I actually picked some."

"Besides, I'm not that squeamish, don't worry."

The two exchanged a few more pleasantries and then Qin Feixue went to cook.

A few days passed quickly, and during this time she cultivated a seaweed essence that could emit spiritual energy. When she planted it in the well, a steady stream of spiritual energy would be emitted.

At the same time, the villagers all regretted not coming to work in the tofu factory in the first place.

The monthly salary of nearly 200 yuan was enough to make me cry. I tried my best to get a job in a tofu factory.

But Qin Feixue's yard is so small, how can it accommodate so many people? However, it would be okay to form a new assembly line if a few more came. Anyway, there would be no problem with the sales of tofu.

And she also wants to make soy products, so it would be just right to have a few more people come.

She left the matter entirely to her aunts and uncles, and allowed anyone who had a good relationship with them to come in, as long as her house could accommodate them.

For a time they were very popular, and almost all the women in the village came to curry favor with them.

Finally, 10 new women were recruited and directly managed by Yan Juan and her colleagues.

At the same time, everyone was saying that Qin Feixue's yard had good feng shui, the water quality in the well was different, and the tofu made from it had a different taste.

Because some women learned how to make tofu and then went home to try to make it themselves but they couldn't get the same taste.

But it can be made in Qin Feixue's yard.

So they experimented and found that only the water in that yard could make tofu with this flavor.

Everyone believed her and thought that Qin Feixue's yard had good feng shui.

Otherwise, why is the water quality in Qin Feixue's yard different? It can't be that she cast a spell.

So it must be a feng shui problem.

As the number of people working in the tofu factory increased, the output of tofu also increased, from 20 boards a day to 35 boards a day, or even more.

This kind of tofu became popular in the county and even in the city, and the demand exceeded the supply.

In a certain household, there was a plate of tofu like this on the table.

Zhang Fangfang looked at her husband Cao Yong and knocked on the table and said unhappily, "I finally bought this tofu. Is it so delicious? Everyone is rushing to buy it."

Cao Yong curled his lips and said, "You'll know when Yaozu comes back and cooks for us."

"I heard that this tofu seems to be produced in your village. You can make a lot of money in a day by making this stuff."

Zhang Fangfang didn't care: "How much money can I make from just a few pieces of tofu? I can make it, too."

Cao Yong gestured: "At least this much per month."

"Twenty?" Zhang Fangfang opened her mouth. Twenty yuan a month was indeed a bit too much. She only made thirty yuan a month as a formal worker in the city.

"It's two hundred!"

"What!? Two hundred! That's impossible." Zhang Fangfang subconsciously denied it. She didn't believe that she could make two hundred by selling tofu.

"Don't disbelieve me. I heard from people in our factory that he has relatives who eat public grain in the county, and this is the number when calculated." Cao Yong said mysteriously.

"If we can sell this tofu, we won't have to worry about food and clothing."

Zhang Fangfang looked puzzled: "I can also make tofu, why can't I sell it for a good price?"

Cao Yong shook his head: "It is said that this tofu tastes different from other tofu. There is a family in their village whose water quality is sweeter. The tofu they make has a stronger bean flavor and a smoother texture."

Zhang Fangfang didn't believe it. It was the first time she heard such a statement. She picked up a piece of tofu dregs and tasted it, and her eyes immediately lit up.

“This tofu really tastes different!”

Cao Yong continued, "Didn't your brother who was a soldier leave a house in Shan'ao Village? It can be used to make tofu."

Zhang Fangfang was a little hesitant: "I rented that apartment to my brother's comrade-in-arms. It would be bad to just take it back."

Cao Yong pointed his index finger at her head and said, "You pig-head, think about it. If we make it ourselves, one plate of tofu can be sold for 3.75 yuan, and 10 plates is 37.5 yuan. If we make 10 plates a day, we can make more than 1,000 yuan a month!"

"More than a thousand!" Zhang Fangfang calculated in her mind that as long as they could make it, it would be a sure profit.

Why would she go to work then? She can just lie at home and count money.

"Okay! Let's go to Shan'ao Village to ask around tomorrow when we have a day off!"

The next day, Zhang Fangfang and Cao Yong came to Shan'ao Village. In order to show their city temperament, they deliberately put on their most fashionable clothes.

Both of them were wearing bell-bottom pants and leather jackets, and Cao Yong was riding an old motorcycle, which attracted everyone in the village.

An older man recognized Zhang Fangfang as soon as he saw her.

"Hey, isn't this Fangfang? Why are you still in the village? The guy next to you must be your man, he's so handsome."

Zhang Fangfang was full of pride: "Isn't this Uncle Liu? You have a good eye. This is my man Cao Yong."

"I work in a paper mill, as workshop manager."

When she introduced it, she did not forget to show off a little so that these low-level villagers could see it.

Uncle Liu was shocked for a moment.

When Zhang Fangfang lived in Shan'ao Village, she was known as the village beauty and was usually very proud.

Later, her brother joined the army and completed several extraordinary tasks. She also benefited from it and was assigned a job directly in the county.

Later, I don't know how she got together with Cao Yong, and she married and moved to the city. She moved her household registration there and became a city dweller, and naturally her job was transferred there.

This person rarely returns to the village. Even if he comes back for something, he looks down on people and never greets them.

He saw it and thought it was novel, so he said hello, but he didn't expect that the other party didn't know what was going on, it was like he had a complete change of character.

"What brought Fangfang back this time?"

Zhang Fangfang took two steps closer to Uncle Liu and said, "Uncle Liu, I heard that there is a very popular tofu in our village. Which family is making it?"

As soon as Uncle Liu heard this, he knew what was going on. He was a shrewd man and had long been jealous of the dozens of women making tofu who could earn so much money every day.

"Don't you know? It's the house your brother rented to his comrade! You said your yard has good feng shui, and the tofu made with the well water tastes even better! You've made a lot of money."