The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

Song Feng choked on his own saliva. His wife was really bold. It was just wild game from the mountains, practically free, only 8 coins a pound...

"Here's what we'll do: leave the rest of the tofu here, tell the cook how to make it, and the big boss happens to be in town too, so I'll let him try it before we decide."

"In that case, I'll have to trouble you, shopkeeper."

The shopkeeper originally wanted to give them money for the rest, but Fang Xiaoning refused. It's not right to accept money for tasting food.

"Brother Feng, let's make more when we get back, and we can even set up a stall to sell tofu."

"Yes, it's just that it's too much of a fuss, with people coming and going from home."

Fang Xiaoning sighed. It's really inconvenient to do anything if the house isn't finished.

"Talk to the village chief and ask him to call more people to help. How about we cook at my parents' house these next few days?" The house isn't very big to begin with, and if you put two more basins in it, there's not enough room to move around. The kitchen is even smaller, and with all the washing and grinding, you can't cook much at home, and you have to keep an eye out for people. It's exhausting.

"Okay, I'll talk to him tomorrow. It's about Xiao Ning, she'll be doing it at her mother's house, her mother..."

That's right. My mother-in-law and Xiao An are not people who like to go out. If my parents don't go home to watch over them and leave them alone at home, what if the Song family takes the opportunity to take advantage of them? Even the villagers don't have any fear of my mother-in-law and Xiao An.

"We'll go to town tomorrow and see what the shopkeeper says. If he wants it, Mom and I will cook at home, and Dad will go and look after them. You can stay at the house and keep busy."

"Aren't you two working too hard?"

"No, you can grind the pulp. It's just that I don't really trust my dad. If he sees the recipe, I'm afraid he'll blurt out anything after being flattered." It's not realistic to prevent him from coming home. What married daughter wouldn't let her own father come home?

So sad.

Song Feng: ...Father-in-law, he really doesn't seem like a reliable person.

"How to fix it?"

What to do? She didn't know either.

"We'll go buy some more pots tomorrow. We'll soak a small amount first. We'll put as many as we can in our room and in Mom's room. Oh, right, we'll stack them up and let them soak. We'll get through this period."

“That works too. We can change the water in the morning and after work. We’ll all be there then, and no one will come in.”

"Okay, let the village chief bring over a few baskets first."

"Okay, I'll go to the village chief's house tonight." It'll be dark at night, and everyone will be home, so no one will see me when I go.

Song Feng had never been so eager for the house to be completed as he was today.

When they got home, it wasn't late, but Mrs. Su hadn't cooked yet.

"Mom, I'll cook lunch."

She had left two pieces of tofu from the morning; she planned to stir-fry them with celery and chili peppers.

"Okay, I'll start the fire."

Knowing that she was going to make tofu, Madam Su gave up her seat and sat down in front of the stove to watch the fire.

For lunch, she made celery stir-fried with acorns and tofu, with chili peppers. She didn't add meat, wanting everyone to properly enjoy the flavor of the tofu; meat would be too overpowering, drawing everyone's attention to the meat.

She cooked two plates. "Brother Feng, take this bowl to my parents' house and let them have a taste too."

"Yes, I'll go right away." Song Feng said, immediately washing his hands.

"Come back quickly, we need to eat too."

When Zhao saw her son-in-law personally bringing the dishes, she was deeply moved and naturally invited him to stay for dinner.

"Mom, everything's ready at home. This is some fresh food that Xiaoning made. You and Dad should try it. I'm going home now!"

With that, he ran out of the courtyard.

My son-in-law is a really good person!

"What did my son-in-law bring? Let me see!"

Smelling the aroma, Fang Youcai entered the kitchen. Sometimes Zhao really felt that this man was a reincarnation of a dog; he couldn't hide anything from anyone, not even a little bit of food.

"My son-in-law brought us some vegetables, Fang Youcai. What have you sent to my family over the years?"

As he spoke, his eyes reddened, and he stared straight at Fang Youcai, his eyes blazing with fury.

Fang Youcai felt guilty; he still owed his father-in-law money! "I just came out to help you start the fire. Come on, let's go cook; the children are hungry!"

Zhao gripped the shovel, really wanting to smash the dog's head in front of her.

"Fang Youcai, you must return half of your wages to pay back the money this time, do you hear me?"

"Okay, okay, okay, whatever you say." Not all of them are fine. If this doesn't cause trouble, that crazy woman will throw another tantrum later. It's all Song Feng's fault, always making a fuss. Can't Xiao Ning bring any dishes? Does he have to come and fawn over her?

Fang Xiaoning also knew that this was just a home-style dish, very ordinary.

However, resources were scarce in ancient times, and what was lacking was novelty. She earned money by being the first to try something new.

She didn't really take Su's praise to heart; her mother-in-law had suffered too much, never having eaten or seen anything like it. Everyone in Zaoshu Village was like that.

"Wife, let's ask the shopkeeper tomorrow. If he doesn't want it, we'll set up a stall and sell it, just like other people sell tofu."

"Yes, but this is more expensive than tofu. Our focus is on quality, not quantity."

"Okay, but I think 8 coins is really not cheap."

"I didn't say he couldn't bargain!" They're shrewd businessmen; they'll go along with their asking price. Don't even dream about it.

Song Feng: ...

The manager of Yingfulou invited the owner to the restaurant. After tasting the food, he didn't find it particularly amazing, but it wasn't bad either. However, people who like tofu should like it.

"It's a novelty, and the point is to eat something unique. Ask them if they can sell us the recipe."

The shopkeeper looked at the boss with a troubled expression. "Probably not. They wouldn't sell the cold noodles or cold rice noodles before either. Keeping them is like keeping a goose that lays golden eggs. Why would they easily sell their livelihood and skills?"

The shopkeeper nodded; if it was too expensive, he wouldn't buy it, and if it was too cheap, no one would sell it to him.

How much do they sell this for?

"8 coins per pound".

"Wow, what a big appetite! Eight coins, that's only how much is a single vegetable tofu dish per pound? How long can it last?"

They said it would take two days.

The boss tapped his fingers on the table. “Tell them, five coins a pound. Our restaurant can sell that. Let’s try fifty pounds first.”

"Master, can they still sell it at a stall?" If they've set up a stall, then they won't be the only ones selling it.

"Sure, let him set up a stall, it doesn't conflict with us, but he can't resell it to other restaurants."

The shopkeeper understood.