In the book, I was fed by my sister

The morning sun shone through the gauze-like clouds, gently covering Lihua Village with a layer of gauze. Song Ran got up early, steamed the vegetable buns, and loaded the jars and pots onto the donkey cart. After tidying up, he wrung out the towel, went into the house and picked up Song Li.

After wiping her face and putting on her clothes, Song Li woke up.

As soon as the two of them went out, they saw Barley sitting on the doorstep.

The donkey's crisp footsteps, accompanied by the crowing of chickens and barking of dogs from each household, moved along the winding path and passed by the gate of Su Xiaoxiao's house.

Song Ran couldn't help but stop and raised her voice to shout. The courtyard was silent and there was no echo. She shook her head gently, "What a sleepyhead."

The city gate opened at 7:00 p.m., and Song Ran waited for a while before arriving at the gate. When she reached the shop, Diao Xingyun and the other two sisters had already started to take down the door panels.

What caught the eye was a slightly damp table, which showed that the shop had been tidied.

"Three sisters, I made some steamed pickled vegetable buns myself, eat them while they're hot."

Da Mai quickly handed over the hot bun in his arms.

Song Ran bought the cookware yesterday, but hasn't had time to prepare the rice and flour.

Diao Xingyun didn't plan to have breakfast. She had eaten the most delicious food in her life last night, and took a hot bath for the first time in a long time. She wanted to wait until noon and have lunch directly, but she didn't expect that the boss was still thinking about them not having eaten in the morning.

Diao Xingyun and the other two ate the pickled cabbage buns with big mouthfuls, feeling thankful that they had taken care of Damai in prison.

They had previously complained that God was unfair, but they didn't expect that this good deed would be rewarded.

After breakfast, he began to unload the two baskets of beans from the donkey cart.

In order to ensure that he could open for business at today's market, Song Ran specially soaked half a basin of beans last night. Otherwise, he would have to soak the beans and grind the soy milk in the store and would not be able to open until the afternoon.

Su Xiaoxiao taught her how to keep accounts and gave her a notebook, asking her to write down the costs clearly and not to make a fuss by crossing out the costs.

Although the store Song Ran rented was not big, it had a backyard and a small house, which was enough for Sister Diao and the other two to live in temporarily. For her, Song Ran felt it was worth it. He paid a deposit of one and a half taels of money, a total of four and a half taels of money.

In addition, she bought some necessary kitchen utensils yesterday, including two iron pots, each costing three hundred wen; a stone mill, worth three hundred wen; plus two large wooden basins and three large wooden barrels, for a total of one hundred and fifty wen.

The 100 kilograms of beans she brought today were grown by her own family. Even though she didn't need to spend money to buy them, she still had to estimate the cost based on the market price.

The boss in the city came to the countryside to buy beans at eight cents per pound, and the price in the city was thirteen cents per pound. Therefore, the total cost of the beans she brought today was eight hundred cents.

Fortunately, the shop owner had left four sets of low tables and stools, so I didn’t need to buy more tables and stools for the time being.

By this point, I had spent more than six taels of silver. Not counting the chives cut from the fields, half a jar of pickles from my own pickle jar, a basket of duck eggs, and a dou of rice. All told, at market price, I could get nearly a hundred coins.

"Oh, I haven't bought a bowl yet!"

Song Ran's heart aches. It's estimated that it will cost more than seven taels of silver! Can he earn it back this month?

It costs this much money to open a tofu shop, so how much money will Xiaoxiao have to invest to open a restaurant?

Thinking about the 20 taels she invested, Xiaoxiao gave her 5% of the shares. Now think about how much advantage she got, not to mention the recipes she compiled, Xiaoxiao paid her 2 taels of silver per month as a patent fee. Although she didn't understand the words Xiaoxiao tinkered with, she could really see the money.

She didn't have much time to feel sad, as more and more people passed by the shop. She skillfully put the donkey harness on the donkey and guided it onto the rack. As she operated, the mill began to turn slowly, and the preparations were carried out in an orderly manner.

She didn't explain too much. The three older sisters were diligent people. They stood aside and watched for a while before quickly taking over and getting busy. Song Ran said, "I'm going to the market to buy some bowls and utensils. You guys stay busy here first."

Donkeys were requisitioned and it was necessary to walk to the market, which took about a quarter of an hour.

Su Xiaoxiao's donkey is going to retire because it will be replaced by a horse, and the donkey will be taken to the tofu shop to grind beans. However, the horse is not as docile as the donkey, and it is tall. These days, Xiaoxiao has been learning to ride a horse and drive a horse carriage.

Song Ran returned to the shop carrying the newly bought bowls and chopsticks. Most of the beans in the bucket had been ground.

"We can start filtering the dregs now. Sister Guanglan, you need to continue grinding the beans." Song Ran said as he and Diao Xingyun began to filter the soy milk. The milky white soy milk dripped into the bucket and was then sent to the kitchen, where Damaike had already started cooking the soy milk.

"Boss, what should we do with this bean dregs? Do you want to fry it for lunch?"

"No, I'm going to make bean curd cakes with the dregs and sell them. Sister Congmei, can you help me soak the pickles in water, squeeze out the water, and cut them into pieces?"

Li Congmei listened and went into the kitchen to look around: "Boss, we seem to have forgotten to buy a cutting board and knife."

Song Ran slapped his head, looking a little annoyed. "Ah, look at how I handled this matter. I was so anxious and hurried that I didn't even do the basic preparations. I'm really sorry for everyone. I'll go to the market again and buy all the missing items. Sister Congmei, please help me wash the leeks, and Sister Guanglan, please continue to filter the soy milk."

Song Ran hurried to the market and bought two chopping boards and a kitchen knife. Then he saw a stall selling thin hemp ropes and thought to himself, "Although this thin hemp rope may not look impressive, who knows if it might be useful? If there are a lot of customers today, this thing might come in handy." So he bought another small bundle of thin hemp ropes.

When I rushed back again, a large pot of beans had been ground and the first pot of soy milk had already boiled.

Diao Xingyun took the things from Song Ran's hand and immediately said impatiently: "Boss, you are finally back! Two people came to ask questions just now. I was so anxious that I spoke incoherently. They probably thought we were not ready yet, so they turned around and left."

"Don't worry, we've just started today, and it's inevitable that we won't think things through." Song Ran comforted him in a gentle tone. Although she felt anxious in her heart, she tried to keep a calm expression on her face.

Xiaoxiao said something sweet to her yesterday, saying that when she opened her first store, she was determined to deal with it. In the first days of a new store, everyone will inevitably be in a hurry, but when everyone gets familiar with it, things will go smoothly. But everyone in the store can be anxious, but the owner can't be anxious.

When her business [Song's Tofu Shop] gets going, she will be able to handle things on her own, face all kinds of customers, and mobilize the shop assistants. This will help her develop leadership skills, and she will be able to control the villagers in the future.

As for why she was so intimidated by the villagers, it was because of the previous mention of changing villages. At that time, she thought Xiaoxiao was just joking when she asked her to elect the village chief. She didn't take it seriously, but Xiaoxiao had already gone around to make arrangements.

Song Ran sorted out his thoughts in his mind, and then ordered: "First, the two of you should make two buckets of soy milk, and then put it there to let it cool down, and the rest of you start cutting the fillings I need."

Li Guanglan followed the instructions and started making soy milk, while the other two began cutting pickles and leeks respectively.

Song Ran hung out a wooden board with words saying that pancakes and soy milk were available.

Then she took out two bowls, one large and one small, from the package. She had been thinking about making bean curd cakes these days. Running a business is not like doing it at home, where everything depends on feeling. Everything must be precise.

Some customers have a good taste for saltiness and can taste the difference in saltiness at once. In addition, if there is too much bean dregs, the pancakes will become loose. So she has been thinking about how to solve this problem these days, and she has come up with two bowls, one large and one small, as measuring tools.

A large bowl of bean dregs, a small bowl of corn flour, a duck egg, three spoons of salt, and rapeseed oil. If you want to make pickled bean dregs cakes, then you don't need to add salt. According to this ratio, you can make well-shaped and delicious bean dregs cakes.

After Diao Xingyun and the other person cut the leeks and pickles, Song Ran told them the recipe and began to instruct them to mix the porridge.

"Boss, how much water do you want to add?"

“Don’t add water, add this.”

Song Ran was holding a mysterious jar of water.

This is her clever idea: boiled kelp soup. The kelp soup is delicious, and it is a unique creation of this pancake.

She secretly thought that once her bean curd cakes were sold in the city, someone would definitely imitate her. She couldn't guarantee that someone would sell the same bean curd cakes later. If her cakes had a fresh taste, even if there were competitors, they would be far inferior to hers.

When everything was ready, Song Ran walked to the door of the shop, lit the stove, and placed a special pan on the stove. She prepared this pan specifically to make better bean curd cakes.

Looking at the pot, Song Ran suddenly remembered something: Oops, I actually forgot to record this pot in the account book.

The opening cost of a small tofu shop is increasing...