Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

"How much is this tofu skin?" the eldest sister asked impatiently.

The vendor immediately took out two bowls of different sizes: "Three cents for a small bowl, five cents for a large bowl. Do you want a small bowl or a large bowl?"

"It's so expensive!" the eldest sister muttered, and then looked at the bowl in his hand. The small bowl was the size of a palm, and the two small bowls together could barely fill up the large bowl.

But if you order a larger bowl, you can save a penny.

The eldest sister said without hesitation: "Give me a big bowl."

"Okay." The vendor filled her bowl until a peak appeared on the top and the bowl could no longer hold any more food.

The eldest sister was obviously satisfied: "You wait here, I'll go in and get the bowl."

She quickly took out a large bowl, filled with tofu skin, and was about to go back when she saw the door next door open.

An old lady leaned out of the door and said, "Mrs. Liu, what did you buy?"

"Aunt Qiao, it's called bean curd skin, a new thing." said the eldest sister.

The old lady was suspicious: "Can this thing be delicious?"

"It's delicious." The eldest sister said affirmatively, "You can try it."

"I can still have a taste." When the old lady heard that there was a bargain to be had, her eyes immediately lit up and she said to the vendor, "Young man, let me have a taste too."

The vendor did not show any reluctance, but instead enthusiastically took out the cold bean curd skin and said, "Auntie, try it. I guarantee you'll like it."

Seeing the old lady take away half a bowl of bean curd with one chopstick, the vendor's eyes twitched.

Forget it, the deputy gang leader said that we shouldn’t get angry with customers, so he endured it.

The people of Guang'an Prefecture prefer to eat Sichuan peppercorns. No matter what dish they cook, they will throw a few Sichuan peppercorns into it.

This can explain one thing very well: everyone's taste tends to be oily and spicy.

Therefore, there is absolutely no one who would dislike this dish of cold bean curd.

The old lady stuffed the bean curd skin into her mouth, which was so full that her expression was quite exaggerated and funny.

This was the time when everyone went out to buy vegetables, and there were already quite a few people gathering around the vendors.

"Aunt Qiao, please tell me whether it tastes good or not." someone asked impatiently.

Aunt Qiao nodded quickly, swallowed the bean curd in her mouth, and said hurriedly, "Give me a bowl of bean curd."

The price of tofu skin is several times more expensive than that of tofu, but this is a county town, and the people in the county town all have some spare money in their pockets.

Not to mention the endless stream of customers in the restaurants, even the small roadside restaurants often have long queues.

When it comes to food, ordinary people are the best.

As soon as they heard that it was delicious, others came over and asked, "Are there any more? I want to try it too."

The remaining half bowl of cold bean curd was quickly divided up, and everyone who tasted it bought a full bowl to take home.

Others who had never tasted it also bought a small bowl and tried to make it themselves when they saw it.

Some people would ask the vendors how to make cold bean curd, and the vendors would tell them without reservation.

In less than an hour, all the two baskets of tofu skin were sold out.

The peddler returned to the courtyard with brisk steps.

I happened to meet someone at the door who had just returned from selling tofu skin. Looking at his smiling face, I could feel his joy.

He said happily: "Xiao Tang, you are back too."

“They are all sold out, I’m sold out too.”

"This tofu skin is really good to sell. As soon as I took out the cold tofu skin for them to try, it was all sold out in no time."

"Me too."

The two stood at the door chatting excitedly.

"Have you finished talking? Move aside, I want to go in." the person behind shouted.

People who went out to sell tofu skin came back one after another.

Zhong Hui had been worried for the whole morning, and finally he was relieved: "How are the sales?"

Everyone was excited: "All sold out."

"That's good, that's good." Zhong Hui's fox eyes narrowed with a smile.

He opened the account book and said, "Please pay your money. I will keep a record of the accounts and distribute the dividends at the end of the month."

Last night and this morning, we made a total of 1,000 kilograms of tofu skin.

And more than 200 kilograms of yuba.

A small bowl of bean curd skin weighs half a pound and sells for three cents, while a large bowl weighs one pound and sells for five cents.

Some bought only half a pound, but most people bought a full pound.

All together it amounted to four taels, almost five taels of silver.

Bean curd sheets are a few cents more expensive because they are light after being dried. Half a catty costs six cents, and a catty costs ten cents.

Most people only bought half a pound to try it out, and the total amount sold was more than one or two ounces.

In one morning, a total of six taels of silver were sold.

Is it a lot? Of course it is a lot.

How much do they collect as protection money a month? Only thirty taels of silver at most.

Every time after collecting the protection money, the merchants would come to him and cry poor.

As mentioned before, there are more than a dozen gangs in Yunshan County. Each gang occupies a small piece of territory and collects protection fees from merchants within the territory.

Some gangs collect protection fees that are even more brutal than the taxes collected by the government.

The merchants below were all complaining bitterly, but there was nothing they could do because the government and the gangs were in cahoots with each other, and they had nowhere to turn to even if they wanted to file a complaint.

The two streets owned by their Thanos gang were snatched from the Tianba gang, which made the leader of the Tianba gang very angry.

Ever since these two streets were returned to the hands of the Thanos List, the protection fees that merchants have to pay have been reduced by 70%, and they only need to pay 500 coins per month.

As for some small vendors, they just charge ten cents as a token of their appreciation.

Of course it would be fine if some merchants were determined not to pay protection fees.

However, businesses that are not backed by gangs often encounter hooligans and thugs causing trouble, causing great annoyance to the businesses.

Some even couldn't keep their shops open and had to close directly.

Therefore, merchants would rather pay some protection fees to the gangs in exchange for peace.

That was also because the government did nothing before. Now the newly appointed county magistrate seems to be a good official, perhaps the situation will be different.

Brother Ying, who couldn't read a single word, picked up the account book, pretended to flip through it, and nodded his evaluation: "Well, not bad."

Zhong Hui said casually: "Today's income is six taels and three hundred coins."

Hearing this, Brother Ying's voice changed: "How much did you say?!"

Chen, the calm and composed master, was stroking his beard when his hand suddenly trembled and he accidentally pulled out a few hairs. He ignored the pain and said in surprise, "Six, six taels!"

How much does six taels of silver cost? Less than one tael of silver.

Six taels a day, one hundred and eighty taels a month, nearly two hundred taels, and two thousand silver coins a year.

The largest silk shop in the city may not be able to earn two thousand silver coins in a year.

It's simply huge profits.

No wonder those who run the food business are all fat and plump, don’t they make money?

"Send a few more people to the big kitchen," Zhong Hui said decisively, "We must make 2,000 kilograms of tofu skin tomorrow."

Master Chen said worriedly, "I'm afraid we don't have enough manpower."

"Hire a few more people in, and only allow them to grind beans, not to enter the main kitchen."

Hall Master Chen had a sad look on his face, but he couldn't suppress the smile on his face: "This is the only way."

At this time, Song Yan didn't know that the tofu skin had already started selling and was selling very well.

He is now digging the ground with a hoe.

The weather was good today, so he got up early. He was still thinking about planting peppers, so he just stayed in bed for a while and then got up.

The vegetable garden is located next to the sheep pen, about 30 square meters. The sheep manure from the ewes can be used as fertilizer, but the smell may not be very pleasant.

After the land is dug, the next step is to raise seedlings.

Song Yan took out the vegetable seeds given by a friend, and found some pepper seeds among them, but she didn't know what kind of pepper they were.

He prefers chili peppers because they are spicy enough.

Finally, I grabbed two dried chilies from the shelf and picked out the seeds.

Song Yan had never worked in the fields, but she had planted flowers and plants and knew that when planting flowers, the seeds had to be raised into seedlings.

He borrowed a broken earthenware pot from Aunt Niu's house just like planting flowers, and mixed it with rotted farm manure and ordinary soil in a ratio of 1:10 and filled the pot with it.

After the pepper seeds are soaked in warm water, they can be buried in an earthenware pot, watered, and waited for to germinate.

The rest of the farm manure was spread on the vegetable garden.

When Aunt Niu heard that he wanted to grow vegetables, she gave him a lot of vegetable seedlings.

After planting all the seedlings, Song Yan looked at the other half of the yard which was still empty.

Or just plant some flowers and plants.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered the seeds he had bought in the county town before.