The dead general was kidnapped by his husband and taken to farm.

Seeing that there were quite a few bamboo strips on the table, the woman thought they were for customers to taste, so she took them without hesitation.

She was a little surprised when she ate it. This thing called fermented tofu was light yellow in color, different from fresh white tofu. It also had a smooth and soft texture, and a unique taste.

"The taste is really unique and delicious." She had just set up the stall and hadn't sold a single handkerchief yet. She didn't have any coins, so she looked at Jiang Shian embarrassedly.

Jiang Shian smiled and said nonchalantly: "If you like it, I'll pack two pieces for you to take back later. It tastes better when eaten with porridge. One piece can last for a long time!"

The girl nodded. She would be able to sell one or two pieces when there were a lot of people around. After giving to her parents, she would still have two or three cents left. It should be enough to buy another piece.

In a short while, it was already bright, and more and more people were on the street.

Then came the hawkers' cries of hawking.

“Omelette, omelette, freshly-made omelette, fluffy and soft.”

"Steamed buns, steamed buns, hot steamed buns for one cent each."

"Crisp candy, crispy candy, homemade crispy candy is sweet and crispy."

Even the woman at the nearby stall began to quietly hawk her purses.

Passersby were attracted by her hawking voice, looked over, saw the fine stitching and the nice embroidery pattern, and asked about the price.

Jiang Shian cleared his throat. Many people on the street were already looking at him. He was a little nervous, but in order to make money, he raised his voice and started to sell: "Fermented tofu, homemade fermented tofu. It can be put into rice porridge or dipped in water. Come and try it if you pass by, try it first and then buy it!"

Hearing that they could try before buying, many people walked towards him and stood in front of the table, looking at the pieces of yellow tofu in the bowl on the table.

A woman carrying a basket asked, "My dear, is your tofu bad? Why is it yellowish and smells a bit bad?"

People around nodded in agreement. They thought that the tofu must be spoiled before being sold. Then how could the stinky tofu they eat at home be called fermented tofu? Wouldn't that be a joke?

Jiang Shian shook his head, handed bamboo strips to the people around him, and said, "This is not spoiled tofu, it is fermented and then pickled tofu. Aunts, you can try it first."

It would be a waste if you don't eat it for free. After he said this, everyone stretched out their bamboo sticks to pick up a piece.

I took a tentative sip first, found it tasted good, and then put it in my mouth.

After tasting the flavor, many people nodded.

"It tastes good, and the texture is a bit peculiar. How do you sell it, brother?"

Some thought it tasted good and wanted to buy a few pieces to take home for their family to try, but some also asked him how he made it, saying that it was just tofu and they could pickle it themselves at home.

Jiang Shian opened the lid of the jar next to him and said patiently: "One penny and two yuan. It requires a lot of things to make it, such as salt, white wine, chili powder, and the spicy ones have to be soaked in sesame oil, and then fermented for half a month before they can be served. The original flavor is one penny and two yuan, and the one soaked in red oil is one penny and one yuan."

The fermented tofu soaked in red oil is served in a bowl. It is oily and red, and looks and tastes good.

At first, people thought it was a bit expensive when they heard that it was only two small pieces for one penny. But when they heard that it had to be soaked in sesame oil and chili powder, they suddenly felt that it was quite worth it.

Forget about chili peppers, people in the countryside grow them, they just need to dry them and grind them into fine powder, but this sesame oil is almost as expensive as rice, so people in the countryside will only drop a few drops of it into stir-fried dishes during festivals.

I can't even imagine using this to soak tofu.

One cent and two pieces of food, three or four cents worth, is enough to eat for a month.

"Then give me four coins, two spicy ones and the rest plain ones."

The original flavor also tastes salty and fragrant, and it’s cheaper, so more people choose to buy the original flavor.

Jiang Shian smiled as he packed things for everyone. There was a paper box next to him for packing things, which was actually straw paper folded into a small box.

The shopkeeper told him that this straw paper has good moisture absorption and air permeability, and is perfect for packaging cakes or food. He bought a lot at one time.

Some people only bought two pieces to try it out, while others ordered ten pieces at once.

As more and more people came to buy, Jiang Shian shouted more and more vigorously.

It took me a whole morning to sell out the whole jar.

When it was time for dinner, Jiang Shian bought a bowl of chicken noodle soup from a nearby stall.

The food was still there, and it was not convenient for him to go back to the shop, so he ate while thinking. He wondered if Ji Yinghuai had eaten.

He was eating noodles with his head down when the sun was suddenly blocked by a dark shadow. He said without even looking up, "The customer wants to buy fermented bean curd. You can try it before buying."

As the voice fell, he looked up, and when he saw the person standing in front of him, a look of surprise crossed his face.

He had a faint smile on his face and asked in a brisk tone, "Why are you here? Have you had your meal yet?"

Ji Yinghuai put the paper bag in his hand on the table, "I knew that if I wasn't here, you would definitely just eat it casually. I bought you a roast chicken. Try it and see how it tastes."

Jiang Shian paused in slurping the noodles. He was already eating chicken noodle soup but he only took one bite.

He caught a glimpse of the slightly resentful look of the woman next to him, and his face turned red.

That dry steamed bun is just enough to get by.

Jiang Shian embarrassedly urged the man in front of him, "Got it, go eat your own food. I'll find you in the shop later."

"Okay." Ji Yinghuai responded and restrained his hand that wanted to reach out to rub the boy's head.

When Ji should have left, Qiao Ran, who was sitting next to him and eating a dry bun, said dryly: "You two have a really good relationship. He even specially brings you food. Is he your husband?"

"Cough cough cough!" Jiang Shian, who was unpacking a roast chicken, couldn't help but choke and cough when he heard the name.

He stared at Qiao Ran with wide eyes, "What husband? He is my second brother."

"Really?" Qiao Ran took another bite of the steamed bun and looked him up and down suspiciously.

They didn't look like brothers at all. And what she saw just now was clear, the look in the man's eyes was clearly the love between a man and a woman.

Looking at the roast chicken in front of Jiang Shian, she lowered her head to look at the coarse grain steamed bun in her hand that was so cold that it was hard. If she looked at it any further, she was afraid that her saliva would drip out and it would be embarrassing.

When her elder brother saves enough money to marry his sister-in-law, she can also save some money for herself, and then she can buy half a chicken to try.