Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

When He Fang saw that they looked strange, he suddenly remembered: "Are you all from Zhangjia Village?"

Although he was not from Xiaoli Village, he had heard about the feud between the two villages from his wife.

Song Yan nodded: "Yes, we are all from Zhangjia Village."

"Ah, this." He Fang was also a little amused, "Then you can just take me to the village entrance, and I'll go in."

Uncle Dazhu said, "That's fine."

Speaking of Xiaoli Village, Song Yan remembered one thing. If he remembered correctly, the heroine was from Xiaoli Village.

Since the tragedy twenty years ago, people from the two villages no longer have any contact with each other, and intermarriage is not allowed.

Even if there were any women who had married before, they had cut off all contact with her, at least not on the surface.

But there are also those who secretly return to their parents' home, always going there at night and returning before dawn.

It is said that twenty years ago, there was an earthen bridge built on the river bordering Xiaoli Village, but since that incident, the bridge has been demolished.

If a married woman wants to come back, she has to take a long detour.

Song Yan and his men sent He Fang to the entrance of Xiaoli Village and then put him down.

Uncle Dazhu didn't want to stay for a moment and drove away in a hurry on the ox cart.

At this time, the dusk is dim, birds are roosting on high branches, and the forest is quiet.

In the county town thirty miles away, the young man rushed back exhausted, but was surprised by a "surprise".

He covered his chest which was heaving violently, obviously very angry.

He almost roared, "I've only been away for three days, and you guys have already made such a big fuss for me."

Brother Ying rubbed his ears. It had only been a few days since they last saw each other, but the deputy gang leader's temper was getting worse and worse.

"Deputy Gang Leader, please listen to us first," said Chen Tangzhu, "This matter is indeed beneficial to the gang, and we agreed to cooperate only after careful consideration."

"Then can't you wait for me to come back to discuss it?" Zhong Hui said, suppressing his anger.

Brother Ying leaned against the back of his chair, his posture bold and uninhibited: "We wanted to, but Brother Yan didn't give us a chance. By the time you came back, the flowers were cold."

"Forget it." Zhong Hui said weakly. He stretched out his hand, "Where is the contract? Let me see it."

Master Chen took out the deed and gave it to him.

Zhong Hui spread out the contract and read it word by word. After making sure that the other party had not set any traps in the contract, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's good that Song Dashu still has a conscience."

Brother Ying interrupted and said, "Brother Yan has changed his name to Song Yan, not Song Dashu."

"Brother Yan." Zhong Hui sneered, "You call me that in a very friendly way."

"Fifty percent profit, he dared to think about it, and you actually dared to agree to it." Zhong Hui was almost so angry that he picked up a hammer and hit them on the head.

"You all have pig brains!"

Master Chen soothed him, "Deputy Gang Leader, calm down. Why don't you try some yuba, bean curd skin, and moldy tofu?"

Brother Ying suddenly said, "The moldy tofu hasn't fermented yet. It will take a few more days before it can be eaten."

Zhong Hui held his forehead with his hand and said: Why should I bother with these fools?

He turned around and went out to the kitchen. As soon as he entered the door, he saw bean curd sheets hanging on a bamboo pole. He looked at them carefully for a while.

Aunt Fat was still grinding beans. She looked up and saw a figure standing in front of the door motionless. She was startled, looked carefully, and said in surprise: "Son, when will you come back?"

"I just got back." Zhong Hui said, "Mom, is this the yuba that Song and Song Yan taught you to make?"

"Yes, that's yuba." Auntie Pang pulled him over and pointed at the white bean threads in the wooden basin, "Look, these are all bean skins."

"Mom, do you think it can be sold?" Zhong Hui asked.

Auntie Pang: "Why can't you sell it? You don't know that this tofu skin can be eaten fried, eaten cold, or made into soup."

Aunt Hua came in with a basin of soaked soybeans and said, "If you don't believe me, ask your mother to help you."

Zhong Hui was surprised: "Did he teach you how to do it?"

The recipe and recipe for soy products are not the same thing.

Even if everyone can figure out how to eat tofu skin in the near future, once they seize the initiative, those who come later will not be able to catch up even if they try their best.

In other words, Song Yan could make a lot of money just by selling recipes.

"Then I'll trouble you, mom. Please make two dishes for me to try first," said Zhong Hui.

"Okay." Auntie Fatty rolled up her sleeves. "Go sit out for a while. It will be ready soon."

In the main hall, Brother Ying was still drinking with Master Chen. When he saw him coming back, he said, "Have you checked the kitchen? How is it?"

Zhong Hui sat down and poured himself a glass of wine: "Let me taste it first."

Hall Master Chen said, "How is the situation in Dahe Town being handled?"

This time, Zhong Hui went out to Dahe Town to deal with the mess left by Liu Wenxiu.

They were originally engaged in the wine business, but as soon as Liu Wenxiu left, the restaurant suddenly stopped supplying wine. After Zhong Hui arrived, he found out that he had signed a separate contract with Liu Wenxiu.

The government is keeping a close eye on them, and they don't dare to commit crimes against the law. If they lose the liquor business, the gang's income will be cut off immediately.

Zhong Hui had no choice but to look for another winery. After searching for several days, he finally found one that was willing to sell them wine at a low price.

Compared with the previous one, this one can only provide Huadiao wine and fruit wine.

After the deal was settled, he was worried that Liu Wenxiu's secret would be leaked, causing panic among the gang members, so he hurried back.

Zhong Hui told the whole story in a few words.

Brother Ying smacked his lips and said, "This wine is not good. It's a bit bland. I guess it has been diluted with a lot of water."

"The food is ready," Auntie Fatty came up with the food. When she saw the wine glass on the table, she immediately frowned and said, "We're already eating, why are you still drinking wine?"

Zhong Hui quickly put down his wine glass and said, "I just tasted it."

He looked at the dishes on the table. Just the appearance of the dishes indicated that they were delicious. As for the taste, he would have to taste them to know.

He reached out, picked up a piece of cold bean curd with chopsticks, took just one bite, and his originally solemn expression instantly relaxed.

"Okay." He said reservedly.

Seeing how quickly his expression changed, Brother Ying slapped his thigh and laughed: "Now you can rest assured."

Master Chen also had an amused look on his face. Only by tasting it himself would he know that they would definitely not lose money in this deal.

"The tofu shop in the kitchen is too small. Let's find another room to set up a tofu shop." Zhong Hui said while eating.

"The bean-grinding process will be handed over to others, my mother and Aunt Hua, and we will find two more people to make yuba and bean curd sheets."

"Keep the recipe to me. At least, it must not be leaked to us until others figure it out."

Master Chen agreed: "I have also discussed this with the gang leader. We need to set up the stall as soon as possible."

"There's one more thing called fermented tofu that I haven't tried yet. What do you think it tastes like?" Zhong Hui ate very quickly but his movements were very gentle.

Brother Ying couldn't help licking his lips, as if he was still savoring the taste of the moldy tofu: "Moldy tofu goes well with rice, it's a pity that you don't have the chance to enjoy it."

Zhong Hui put down his chopsticks and said, "We'll talk about the fermented tofu later. Let's make yuba and bean curd skin first. We need to make more."

"Let's get the brothers here tomorrow without delay." Brother Ying's face darkened. "We can no longer conceal the fact that Liu Wenxiu defected."

"Okay." Master Chen stood up. "I'll let them know right away and ask them to come over tomorrow."

As soon as Master Chen left, the two of them drank a pot of wine in silence.

It was not until Brother Ying felt a little tipsy that he said, "Are you still regretting that we couldn't keep Brother Yan here?"

Zhong Hui looked slightly gloomy.

Brother Ying took a sip of wine and recounted in detail the conversation he had with Song Yan that night.

After hearing this, Zhong Hui couldn't help showing his shock. After a while, he smiled and said, "I didn't know he was so smart."

He couldn't help but sigh: "That's enough, the so-called dragon gets the clouds and rain, it's not a pond creature after all."