It's hard for my elder sister. I rely on the mountains to farm and pay off my debts.

Mrs. Wu looked at her granddaughter, who had soaked all the food in water. Her lips moved for a while, as if she wanted to say something, but she swallowed the words in the end.

Forget it, forget it. Since it has been given to her granddaughter, anything she says will be annoying.

Song Zhi's psychological changes regarding her mother were unknown.

She washed the soybeans, poured them into the pot and started steaming them.

She handed the kitchen work to her younger sister, and she went down the mountain to cut some straw, washed it by the stream, and took it home to dry.

Time always passes quickly when one is busy. By the time Song Zhi finished steaming the soybeans, it was already dark.

Song Zhi asked a few children to put the steamed soybeans in bamboo baskets and let them cool.

She held the soaked mung beans and carried a bucket of water, ready to grind them.

Seeing her granddaughter with both a basin and a wooden bucket, Mrs. Wu hurried forward to take the mung beans and said, "Let's go. It's getting dark. I'll go with you."

The only stone mill in the village is right next to the drying yard at the entrance of the village.

It was dinner time for every household, and the grandparents and grandchildren were carrying things to the drying yard, but not many people saw them.

When she arrived at the simple stone mill made of thatch, Song Zhi first cleaned the mill with water in the wooden barrel.

Only then do we start grinding the mung beans. Put the soaked plump mung beans into the stone mill, and as the millstone turns, they are ground into fine mung bean milk.

"What is this going to do?"

"I heard that if you grind mung beans and let them sit, you can get mung bean powder. If you add this to water and boil it, you can make delicious food."

"Who told you this?"

Song Zhi didn't feel guilty and said calmly, "I heard it from the merchants coming from the south. Didn't I go to the county town to sell medicine a few days ago? After selling the herbs, I deliberately went to the stall that was doing good business, and then I heard what the merchants in the queue said."

"It was a sunny day, and I heard two merchants talking about jelly. I was curious, so I stood in the back and listened. It sounded simple, and I happened to have mung beans at home, so I decided to try making it. I'll take it to the market tomorrow to try it out."

Wu couldn't tell what was wrong for a moment, but she felt unsure until the food was ready.

There was silence for a moment. In the small straw hut, the only sound was the whirring sound of the millstone.

Before it got completely dark, the grandfather and grandson returned home carrying their things.

Song Zhi was not in a hurry to eat dinner. She took a wooden basin and taught her aunt and grandmother how to scrub the ground mung bean milk.

She was not idle either. She wrapped the cooled soybeans with breathable cloth, covered them with dried grass, and put them in the house to ferment.

The whole family helped with the work, and the starch water was set aside to settle.

Song Zhi did not throw away the remaining mung bean dregs. She asked her grandmother for half a bowl of flour, mixed it with the mung bean dregs, and baked it into pancakes.

For dinner, we had porridge made from the bone soup we had at noon, served with simple mung bean pancakes.

Even though the meal was so simple, the children still had smiles on their faces while eating it.

Because she had to get up early the next morning to make jelly, Song Zhi went to bed early.

The next day, when the rooster crowed for the first time, Song Zhi got up early to prepare jelly.

She first moved the wheat that had been soaked last night onto a bamboo mat and placed it in a cool place. She used the empty wooden basin to separate the mung bean water.

After getting the mung bean starch, Song Zhi began to prepare to make jelly.

After mixing mung bean starch and mung bean water in a certain proportion, pour them into the pot. Song Zhi was preparing to light the fire.

Mrs. Wu heard the noise and came over.

"I'll light the fire, and you go make the flour."

Making jelly really requires people to help, so Song Zhi did not refuse. She also gave some instructions on the heat requirements and started stirring it continuously.

As the sky outside gradually brightened, the jelly in the pot began to become thick and translucent.

Seeing that it was almost done, Song Zhi finally put all the mung bean paste in the pot into a wooden basin prepared in advance to cool.

"Is it done already?" Wu asked curiously.

"We should wait until it cools down and sets."

While waiting, Song Zhi went to the back mountain to pick some large leaves, washed them in the stream, and took them to the market for later use.

After getting up, everyone in the Song family was excited when they saw the jelly after it was formed.

The translucent green color looks very beautiful.

When Song Zhi came back, she saw a few little ones standing around the wooden basin, staring at it eagerly.

She walked forward with a smile and asked the children who were staring at her, "Do you want to eat?"

The children nodded without hesitation.

Song Zhi smiled and cut a piece with a knife, sprinkled some salt on it, cut some radish cubes, mixed it simply, and handed it to her younger sister, "Try it and see if it tastes good."

Song Huan held the bowl and took the lead in giving a chopstick to Song Zhi, "Sister, try it first."

Song Zhi also wanted to know the taste, so she took a bite.

The mung bean jelly is icy and cool, chewy and smooth when you put it in your mouth. It seems that it was made successfully.

After seeing his sister finish eating, Song Huan shared the food with others. As they ate, they screamed with joy.

It was also the first time for them to eat such delicious food, and their eyes were full of smiles.

Wu and Yang came over when they heard the noise. Song Zhi hurriedly invited them to try it and offered some suggestions.

Mrs. Wu had been feeling anxious since yesterday, but now that she saw her granddaughter had finished the product, the heavy burden on her heart seemed to have fallen halfway.

After tasting it, Yang was also amazed.

She has bad teeth to begin with, and this soft, glutinous and smooth noodle is very much to her liking.

I didn’t expect that after grinding mung beans into pulp, the food made from it would be so delicious.

Song Zhi could actually tell their attitudes from their expressions, but she still asked, "Grandma, what do you think?"

"It's smooth and refreshing, but I don't know if it can be sold. How much do you plan to sell it for?"

After Song Zhi measured the size, she realized there were about twenty-two pieces. Whether cut into small pieces or strips, it would make up a whole bowl after mixing. So, Song Zhi suggested, "How about one piece for three cents?"

For three cents, the whole family can taste a delicacy they have never eaten before. Song Zhi thinks the price is quite reasonable.

With such pricing, at least half of the households in the market can afford it.

She could earn more than 40 cents from five pounds of mung beans.

Although it is not as much as selling cakes, this income is already a considerable amount for farmers.

Seeing that her granddaughter already had a plan in mind, Mrs. Wu felt more at ease about her trip to the market.

She nodded and said, "I'll sell it as you wish. If it doesn't sell, you can reduce the price by one penny."

It is impossible to lower the price. What Song Zhi didn't say is that if she can't sell it at the market, she will go to the county town.

How can the price of such a first-of-its-kind product be easily reduced?

Anyway, Song Zhi would never do something that would lower her own value.