Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

Song Yan was not stupid enough to agree directly. He raised his eyebrows slightly, his amorous peach blossom eyes rolled around, and he soon had an idea.

Tofu is cheap, a bowl of tofu costs one cent, and at most fifty bowls are sold a day, which makes fifty cents.

It is said that there are three hardest things in life: rowing a boat, forging iron, and selling tofu.

Selling tofu is hard-earned money. One has to get up in the middle of the night to grind the tofu and make it, and then go out to sell tofu before daybreak.

I only earned fifty cents a day.

Song Yan couldn't do such hard work, but he didn't want to give away the prescription for nothing.

But he can use the recipe of moldy tofu to get him to leave the gang.

Seeing him frowning and thinking about something from time to time, Master Chen became more and more anxious.

He suppressed his anxiety and asked kindly, "Brother Song, do you have any concerns?"

"Stop standing there and talking." Brother Ying took the plate of moldy tofu away, "Let's go inside and talk. Aunt Hua, is the meal ready? Give us a few bowls of rice."

Aunt Hua kept saying, "The meal is ready. I'll serve it to you right away."

Brother Ying raised his voice: "Do you have any more Huadiao wine? Bring it all over. Also some fried soybeans and peanuts. I want them to go with the wine."

Aunt Hua's voice floated over: "Yes, yes, yes, we have everything. I'll get it for you in a moment."

"I..." Song Yan suddenly opened her eyes wide. He didn't say he wanted to stay for dinner.

Brother Ying put his big hand on Song Yan's shoulder and said without letting anyone argue, "Come on, let's go inside and talk."

Before Song Yan even had the chance to refuse, Brother Ying dragged her into the main hall.

"Everyone sit down and have some tea." Brother Ying's attitude towards him was a little more familiar than before, and he even poured tea for him enthusiastically.

Soon, Aunt Hua came up with three bowls of brown rice and wild vegetable soup.

Brown rice is rice that has been husked but not the skin, retaining a little bit of the outer tissue, and has a rougher texture when eaten.

No matter how bad the taste is, it is always better than wheat rice.

Being able to eat brown rice these days is already considered good. As for the kind of finely processed white rice, only a few wealthy families can afford it.

Brother Ying was eating the fermented tofu mixed with brown rice with relish.

Song Yan just ate a bowl of rice. Master Chen wanted to speak several times, but was blocked by him with the saying "Don't talk while eating and don't talk while sleeping".

Master Chen had something on his mind, and even though there was delicious fermented tofu, he still had no taste for the meal.

Seeing Song Yan put down his chopsticks, Hall Master Chen asked, "Little Brother Song, I wonder what you think."

Song Yan took a sip of tea and then said slowly, "I am a member of the gang and share the honor and disgrace with the gang. Besides, since you have spoken, I naturally have no objection."

"But..." Song Yan dragged out the last syllable.

"But what?" Brother Ying was an impatient person, and he was impatient to be polite to others. He asked directly, "If you have something to say, just say it. Don't waste your time."

You are the one who talks too much, Master Chen cursed him secretly, he should not have asked him to get involved, he is a guy who is more likely to cause trouble than to help.

Song Yan smiled shyly: "You know, I have several children to support at home."

Master Chen responded with a friendly smile: "We will certainly not let you suffer a loss. You name a price and we will buy the house from you."

"I don't want money." Song Yan said, holding up an index finger, "but I have a condition."

Brother Ying asked quickly, "What are the conditions?"

"I want to quit the gang."

Brother Ying blurted out: "Do you know?"

The light bulb in Song Yan's head suddenly lit up, which meant that he had long suspected that there was something wrong with the gang.

From the time Brother Eagle sent people to arrest him and bring him back to the gang, to the time when he did not pursue the matter for violating gang rules and even wanted to promote him, the skinny monkey who filed the complaint was completely defeated.

The whole thing was so strange that the search by the bailiffs seemed less important.

Song Yan asked in confusion: "What do I know?"

Master Chen closed his eyes in despair, wondering when Deputy Master Zhong would come back, as he was the only one who could keep the Master in check.

"That's it..." Brother Ying just opened his mouth when he was interrupted by a violent cough.

"Cough cough cough." Master Chen was coughing loudly beside him.

Song Yan glanced at him helplessly. Master Chen was coughing so hard that he almost coughed out his lungs.

Brother Ying didn't have time to talk, and patted Master Chen's back with his big hand: "Old Chen, are you okay?"

Master Chen almost squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "I'm fine."

He gave Brother Ying a look that said "shut up", and then said in a hoarse voice: "Brother Song, can I ask why you want to quit the gang? Is the gang not treating you well?"

Song Yan originally wanted to trick them, but Hall Master Chen was really tight-lipped, so he gave up.

Then, Song Yan's mouth drooped and he sighed, "No, the gang has always been very good to me. I just don't want to live a life of fighting and killing anymore."

At this time, Brother Ying had already gulped down a glass of wine.

He raised his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth and said straightforwardly: "That's easy. I'll give you the position of hall master. You don't have to do anything on weekdays. Just collect the money."

Song Yan was suddenly speechless.

Master Chen also chimed in, "What the gang leader said makes sense. We have our own way to take care of the gang. You can just come over once in a while."

"How can this be possible?" Song Yan was very determined.

What a joke. If he continues to stay in the gang, he will have to hand over half of every penny he earns. He would be a fool to stay.

Besides, if he stayed in the gang, he would at most be a hall leader, and he and Brother Ying would still be in a superior-subordinate relationship, so he had no choice.

But if he leaves the gang and then works with Brother Ying as a partner, then they will be equal in status and he will not need to obey gang orders.

Between my younger brother and my colleague, anyone with a brain would know which one to choose.

"Although I have quit the Thanos Gang, my heart is still here, and I will naturally care about the gang." Song Yan changed the subject and said, "In addition to fermented tofu, I also know a few recipes to make money..."

In an instant, Master Chen felt his heart beating in his throat, and his palms were sweating from nervousness. He took a breath and said, "This matter is very important. Why don't we discuss it another day?"

Previously, Song Yan suffered a great loss because he did not read the original owner's memory carefully. While eating just now, he had sorted out all his memories about the gang.

So at this moment Song Yan saw through Master Chen's intention at a glance. He was planning to use the tactic of delaying until Deputy Gang Leader Zhong Hui came back.

In the entire Thanos Gang, only Zhong Hui is a truly smart person.

Song Yan didn't want to deal with the old fox, so he said decisively: "Let's finish today's work today."

Hall Master Chen looked regretful and said, "Since Brother Song has made up his mind, we won't force it."

"How are you going to sell this recipe?"

Song Yan said: "Not for sale."

"But I intend to cooperate with you."

Master Chen pondered: "30-70, you get 3, we get 7."

Song Yan shook his finger: "I am seven, you are three."

Master Chen immediately shook his head and refused: "No, no, you only give me a recipe, but we have to pay for the manpower and materials. The oil, salt and sauce alone will cost a lot of money."

He pulled Song Yan's sleeve and played the emotional card: "Xiao Song, you don't know that we go out early and come back late every day just to earn that little money to support our family."

Song Yan pulled back his sleeves and reluctantly gave in: "Then it's four or six."

Master Chen gestured with his hands: "We have six, you have four."

Song Yan spread his hands and said simply, "Since we can't come to an agreement, forget it. I'll sell you the moldy tofu recipe for ten taels of silver."

"I won't sell the other recipes. I'll keep them for myself."

Master Chen stretched out his hand and said with pain, "Fifty-fifty, no more concessions."

Song Yan did not agree immediately. His expression changed from solemn to hesitant and unwilling. Finally, he said reluctantly, "Okay, deal."