I asked you to dig wild vegetables to pay off your debt, not go up the mountain to pick up money!

Everyone was a little puzzled by her confident look.

They only asked Aning to help find a solution, but looking at her, it was obvious that she had already prepared for it.

And there’s the widow Song Guizhi. Didn’t the two families have a disagreement because of Hu Zi’s incident before?

But what was that smile just now? It's weird, I really want to know...

Song Anning turned to look at Song Guizhi and asked:

"Sister Guizhi? Are you ready?"

"Okay!"

"Then let Sister Guizhi lead the way..."

Wang Ying'er was among them. She was also confused. Although she had seen her daughter go to Guizhi's house several times before, she thought it was about the chili field and didn't pay much attention to it.

Now it seems that the two of them should have figured out a new way to make money.

Combined with the beans mentioned earlier and the fact that Song Guizhi's family was a tofu-making family, Wang Ying'er also guessed something.

When they arrived at Song Guizhi's newly built house, everyone was dumbfounded as soon as they entered the house.

"What are these? For making tofu?"

“The tofu made by the Guizhi family is indeed very good, but our Banyue Village is still a bit far from the town, and we can’t reach it from the round trip.

Especially as the weather gets colder, it will be a hassle to ride a ox cart to town.

I took the tofu to town, but it was cold by the time I got there. No one was buying it.

Everyone was talking at once, and none of them was optimistic about the tofu business.

But Song Anning shook her head. "We don't make tofu. We make dried tofu, tofu puffs, bean curd sheets, bean curd skin, fermented bean curd, vegetarian chicken, and Chiba tofu..."

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"???"

"What? Aning, what are you saying?

We've never heard of these things! Can they be eaten? Made from beans?

Before Song An Ning could answer, Song Guizhi stood up first.

"Don't worry, aunties. This big house was built with Aning's money. It's called the Tofu Workshop.

Two days ago, I made dried tofu according to Aning's method.

I'll light a fire and make some fried dried tofu for everyone to try."

"Then I'll help you light a fire..."

"I'll help you get the firewood..."

For a room full of women, it is too easy for them to cook a few dishes.

So, in just a quarter of an hour, three dishes were ready.

Fried bean sprouts and dried tofu.

Stir-fried leeks with dried tofu.

Stir-fried dried tofu with green and red peppers.

As soon as the dishes came out of the pot, after everyone tasted them, a few of the more impatient ones asked Song An Ning directly:

"Aning, just tell your aunt that the things you just mentioned were made of beans?"

"Correct."

"Okay, that's enough talk! How about we start a tofu business together?

If you don't need it, I can help out here."

"This tastes really good, even better than tofu!

I think the dried tofu can be stored well, so I can make money by transporting it to town and selling it.

Aning, count me in too!"

Things went even more smoothly than Song Anning had expected.

After all, peppers and eggplants have made life better for the whole village, and now they can eat delicious dried tofu, so what is there to hesitate about?

However, Song Anning also made it clear in advance:

“It’s not enough for us to eat this dried tofu; the important thing is that people outside of us also think it’s good.

Only in this way can we sell soy products.

But there’s no rush, let’s take our time!”

"Great! There are so many people in our village!

I can definitely make this tofu workshop a success..."

Everyone was very excited and wanted to go to the town to buy a large batch of beans and bring them back to make various soy products.

But Song Anning said there was no need to rush, and he would first recruit villagers, and those who were willing to make money together could come and sign up.

From buying beans to transportation, every kind of soy product requires a dedicated person to be responsible for and manage it.

At the beginning, they could only make one or two kinds, and not many people were needed.

But what she didn't expect was that the next day, except for He Lian'er's father and grandmother, all the other villagers came.

“In another month, it will be cold.

Apart from going to Huaichuan Prefecture to farm, we have nothing else to do.

Aning has given us a way to make money, so why not do it?

"That's right, but the specific distribution still depends on Aning. Anyone who dares to slack off will be kicked out of the village.

We in Banyue Village don’t want those lazy people who only care about eating and doing nothing.”

"Yep!"

Song Anning, Old Man Pan, and Xiangxiang were still in the house discussing the profit distribution and personnel allocation of the tofu workshop. Just as they separated, they saw a group of people coming to the door. Each of them had the momentum to do something big.

In the end, the Song family sat together and discussed it carefully.

Because it was Song An Ning who came up with the idea, the Song family took 20% of the profits. Song Guizhi's family had been making tofu for decades and had some experience in this area, so the management of the tofu workshop was handed over to Wang Ying'er and Song Guizhi.

She will also be given a share of the dividends, and the remaining 70% will be divided equally among the participants.

As there are more categories in the future, we will select specific people to be responsible for them, and then we will further subdivide them.

This proposal was agreed by all the villagers in the village, and they also felt that Song Anning took too little and wanted her to take 30% or 40%.

But this time, Song Anning refused to agree no matter what, and agreed to take only 20%, and let Wang Ying'er manage the workshop.

After the agreement was reached, we signed and sealed the deal, raised funds, asked the carpenter to make some tools, and bought beans and pots and pans!

Xiangxiang followed behind Song An Ning, busy like a little top.

These days, she mingled with the villagers and often went to some people's homes to eat, but every time she left, she would leave a lot of silver.

When people found her silver, they would return it with a lantern, and they would often make excuses for a long time until Xiangxiang accepted the silver.

Another month passed in the blink of an eye.

These days, my aunt's milk tea shop business is getting better and better, and Senior Sister Baizhi has also opened several milk tea shops in Huaichuan Prefecture.

Chen Guanghui and his wife also opened a branch in Linhai Town. The couple are each in charge of one store and are very busy.

The number of tofu workshops in Banyue Village has increased from three to eight.

Just the dried tofu skin was snapped up by everyone.

Their sales channels are not only Huaichuan Prefecture, but also Zuixianju.

After all, among the three prefectures under the jurisdiction of Prince Ling, Zuixianju has the most restaurants and its business is good.

She was not afraid at all that Zuixianju would copy the dried tofu. After all, Luo Yu was still treating patients in another world, and her life was in her own hands.

The most important thing is that a jack is needed to press the dried tofu. This thing is unique and the people in Banyue Village treasure it very much. Every time it is used, there will be several people watching. After use, it will be wiped clean and locked up immediately.

If you don't make money, you're a bastard. Shopkeepers Dong and Zhao now regarded Song Anning as their savior. When they saw her bringing the hot dried tofu, they knelt down to thank her, crying bitterly, and offered a price that was a little higher than that of Senior Sister Baizhi.

In just one month, Banyue Village earned more than 3,000 taels of silver.

Song Anning got 20%, Song Guizhi got 10%, and each of the remaining families got dozens of taels of silver.

Several dozen taels a month was just the beginning. Combined with the eggplant and pepper fields in the south, they were earning a lot of money. Suddenly, the villagers had a feeling.

How can I spend so much money...

As the tofu workshop in Banyue Village got on track, Song Anning and Xiangxiang felt a little tired of staying in the village.

Old man Pan is the same. These days, he goes out every few days, or goes to the space to plant medicinal herbs.

Song Anning looked at the calendar and saw that there were still three months until the Chinese New Year.

I have had nothing to do recently, and I have only explored a small part of the tropical rainforest. Can I continue?

As soon as she expressed her thoughts, Old Man Pan and Xiangxiang stood up and nodded vigorously.

"Go! Go! Go now!"

"Sister! Please! Let's go immediately!"

Song Anning: ...