So what if you flee from famine? Start all over again and live a good life every day

The remaining villagers looked at each other, wondering what other plans they had.

"It's like this, my family is planning to open a workshop, and we will definitely produce a large amount of tofu and soy products."

"If you uncles and aunts don't mind, you can come to my house to get tofu and sell it. I sell it for three cents a piece in town. Since we are all from the same village, I will give you two cents a piece."

"You can take the tofu to other villages to sell it. You can set the price and buy as much as you want. I only charge two cents a piece." Hearing this, the villagers looked at each other in bewilderment.

"What? We take the tofu out to sell? Will your family be willing to do that?" said a villager.

"I heard that this tofu is very famous in the town. A plate can be sold for a lot of money, but we don't have money." Another villager also looked embarrassed. They had heard a little about how popular Suihe's tofu was in the town, but would the Chen family really be willing to sell the tofu to them?

Sui He bowed to them and replied with a smile: "It's true. When my family was in trouble, you ran around for me and helped me take care of my family. I, Sui He, will repay you for your kindness, so I am willing to take out the tofu and let you sell it."

Sui He knew that when he was arrested and taken to the government office, it was Village Chief Zhao and Old Man Lin who accompanied Grandpa to the town to run errands for him, and it was Aunt Wang who stayed at home with Grandma. When he was recuperating at home, several familiar families brought a handful of vegetables, I brought a handful of rice, and Village Chief Zhao even brought brown sugar. They gave Sui He all the food that they were reluctant to eat on weekdays.

Suihe is also a human being, and he keeps every little bit in his heart.

"And it doesn't matter if you don't have money. You can take it first, and then give me the money after you sell the copper coins. Of course, this is not a trivial matter. We have to wait for them to discuss it. Those who need tofu can go to Lin Ze to register, and they can come to get the tofu tomorrow morning."

Sui He nodded affirmatively, then laughed: "But let me make this clear first, you have to go to more places and help me sell my tofu further, so that the whole Yingcheng and the surrounding villages will know about my Chen's tofu."

"Okay, okay, I'll take the board."

"I'll take two boards." After Sui He's affirmation, the villagers all ran to Lin Ze, and they ordered one board each. Lin Ze carefully remembered the number of boards each villager needed. Although there were many people, Lin Ze was still at ease and very calm.

After signing the employment contract with them, Sui He began to assign tasks to everyone. The men were responsible for carrying and setting up the workshop. With the help of several uncles, the millstone was quickly set up. Several uncles took turns to try it out. After feeling it, they had a better idea in their minds.

The aunts were responsible for cleaning and tidying up. Everyone was busy, and soon a simple but neat tofu workshop appeared before their eyes.

After several large buckets of beans were soaked in the basin, they left and agreed to come back early the next morning.

The next day, before dawn, smoke rose from the courtyard of Suihe's house, and the rhythmic sound of millstones began to echo in the village.

When the sky was slightly bright, with the sound of firecrackers, Suihe's tofu workshop was officially opened. A group of people holding shoulder poles came to Suihe's door, talking and laughing.

After a while, the men carrying shoulder poles came out of the village one after another and separated at the fork in the road. Those with weak legs walked closer, while those with good legs carried their shoulders in the far direction. Most of them carried two boards to test the waters. After selling these two boards of tofu, they could make dozens of coins a day after deducting the cost.

The tofu was served, and then Sui He started to make yuba. Sui He stood aside, and several aunts stood behind him. When the soy milk in the pot was almost full, Sui He gently put his hand into the pot, which made the aunts exclaim

Sui He gently picked up the thin yellow skin on the soy milk and placed it on the bamboo pole in front of him.

"Have you seen this, ladies? The skin on the soy milk is picked out and dried to make yuba."

"Oh, this is yuba, it's amazing!" Aunt Wang said in amazement.

"Yes, Aunt Wang, it will be hard work for you to make these layers of bean curd sheets. But the soy milk is very hot, so please be careful not to get burned." Sui He walked aside and gave up his seat. Another lady stood in Sui He's place and imitated Sui He, picking up a piece of bean curd sheet and putting it on the

"Don't worry, Suihe, we have been around the stove for most of our lives, we won't get burned."

Near noon, some people who had been away began to return. Everyone had a smile on their face, carrying a shoulder pole with two boards hanging on the other end. It seemed that the tofu sales were going well.

"You know what, this tofu sells really well! When I just arrived at the neighboring village, as soon as they heard it was tofu, it was sold out!" said an uncle excitedly.

"Yes, many people didn't buy it, and they asked me to bring more tomorrow!" another person also agreed with a smile.

“Some people even asked me if it was the kind of tofu sold in town.”

"Me too, it seems the reputation of this tofu has spread to the surrounding area."

After handing over the capital to Suihe and ordering the amount of tofu needed for tomorrow, the villagers went home. They can have a good sleep tonight.

As evening approached, those who had walked far away also came back. After gathering at the entrance of the village, they all discussed where they had been and how much they had sold. The one who lived the farthest away secretly told Sui He that he sold a piece of tofu for four cents, and he could make two cents for a piece of tofu.

Sui He smiled, she knew her plan was already half successful. Once these tofu become famous, everyone will remember Chen's tofu, and then his HSBC Building will go bankrupt.

With the help of the villagers, Sui He no longer has to worry about sales. He is only responsible for the source manufacturer, and the sales are left to others. Although he earns less money from each piece of tofu, he can make a lot of money as long as he sells more every day.

In addition to the soybeans for making tofu, she collected them from the villagers and also took a lot of them out of her own space, which reduced the cost by half.

The three grinding wheels in Suihe's yard kept working, not only to ensure the demand for Tongren Restaurant, but also to ensure the demand for the villagers of Qingshan Village. After things stabilized, hundreds of tofu plates were produced from Suihe's yard every day.

The villagers of Qingshan Village carry tofu in the morning and do farm work at home in the afternoon. This way they can earn money and take care of the farm work, and their lives are becoming more and more hopeful.

As the poem "Ode to Tofu" spread, the reputation of tofu began to spread everywhere. Not only people in Yingcheng ate it, but also scholars and elegant guests from other places around came to taste it.