A lucky wife born again from a farm family

After being busy for more than an hour, the two loads of bean dregs they brought had been sold out, and the four loads of tofu had only a dozen kilograms left.

These dozen kilograms of tofu were not cut into small pieces. They were originally intended to be sold directly to customers, but the pan-fried five-spice tofu sold so well that they did not sell white tofu. Instead, they kept all the tofu and made pan-fried five-spice tofu. .

"Dad, Dad, I want to eat more, I want to eat more, the five-spice tofu and bean cake are delicious." At the stall, a little boy of about six years old bit into half of the bean dregs cake and pestered his father to give him more. purchase.

The man couldn't resist him, thinking that his wife and daughter at home had not eaten yet, so he said to the third grandfather: "Old man, please give me two more portions of fried five-spice tofu and eight golden bean cakes, take them away."

Third Grandpa smiled and said: "The golden bean cakes are sold out."

The little boy almost cried when he heard that the golden bean cakes were sold out. I was eating the bean dregs cake in my hand, but I couldn't bear to bite it now.

The man felt a little pity when he heard that the golden bean cake was gone, so he changed his mind and said, "Then let's get four portions of pan-fried five-spice tofu."

"Hey, okay, I'll make it for you." Mrs. Chen smiled and narrowed her eyes, and hurriedly asked Aunt Tian to make four portions of pan-fried five-spice tofu.

Aunt Tian has been busy since the afternoon, and her hands are so sore that she can hardly lift them up, but this tofu is profitable, and she feels it is worth it no matter how tired she is.

Not long after, the man's pan-fried five-spice tofu was ready. Mrs. Chen took it to him and said with a smile, "I added four more pieces to your pan-fried five-spice tofu."

The man took the tofu with satisfaction and asked her: "Will your stall be open for one day during the Lantern Festival or from now on?"

Ms. Chen said with a smile: "Everything is on display. We are doing long-term business. We will display it here from now on. If you want to eat, you can come at any time."

Every time she sent away a wave of customers tonight, Chen would shout this to tell everyone that they would set up a stall here in the future.

After hearing this, the man nodded and asked curiously: "I see you put some powder when frying tofu. What is that? It's really fragrant."

"These are the spices we prepare ourselves. We add a little when cooking, and the flavor is very fragrant." Mrs. Chen ran to the basket and took a few packages of spices from the basket: "You can buy a few packages and try them back. Try it. It’s not expensive, a pack only costs five cents. It’s your first time buying it, and you can get one pack free if you buy two packs.”

Worried that the amount of spices was too small, he hurriedly said: "Don't think this spices are only in such a small package, but they are full of flavor. When cooking, you only need to sprinkle a small amount on them, and the whole pot of dishes will be full of delicious flavor. "

The man's family lived in a small town and had a small income. Although he felt that the spices were a bit lacking, his family did not lack the five cents and ten cents, so he bought two packs.

Mrs. Chen took the money with a smile and gave him three packets of spices.

The first person who bought it was followed by the second and third ones. When other customers saw it, they spent money to buy spice packets. Mrs. Chen was so happy that she ran up and down to get spice packets for them.

There were mostly food stalls near them. Seeing their prosperous business, they were very jealous. Two stall owners couldn't help but come over and bought a portion of pan-fried five-spice tofu. After eating it, they thought it was really good, so they asked insinuatingly. Standing up: "What is your tofu made of? Why haven't I seen it before?"

If you ask what it is made of, they can make it themselves and sell it.

Chen raised the corner of his eyes and said rudely: "This is a secret recipe passed down from ancestors and will not be passed down to anyone else." If you still want to trick her, what are you dreaming about?

Seeing that she refused to say anything, the two stall owners had to stand in front of the iron plate and watch Aunt Tian and Mrs. Chu fry the tofu. After they fried the tofu until it was golden and crispy, they would sprinkle some fragrant powder on the tofu and concluded that the tofu would be so good. It was because of these fragrant powders that I ate it, so I immediately said to Chen, "Do you still sell spice packets? Give us a few packets."

Mrs. Chen knew that these people were here to steal the skills, and she was worried that they would steal the skills and did not dare to sell the spice packets to them.

Gu Jinli said: "Auntie, bring them spice packets."

"Xiaoyu, are you stupid? They are here to steal the spice package sold to them. What if they mix the spices and steal our business?" Mrs. Chen was anxious, thinking that Gu Jinli had lost his mind.

Gu Jinli said: "They don't deserve it."

These spices need to be mixed according to a certain proportion to have such a fresh but not overpowering taste. If you don’t know the proportion, even if you know the types of spices, you won’t be able to match the taste.

The third grandfather also said: "My noble wife, bring the spice packets to the guests. We are open for business. If there are customers who want to buy, of course we have to sell."

Mrs. Chen had to go and get the spice packets from the two stall owners.

Afterwards, several stall owners came over to buy spice packets, and Mrs. Chen took them all one by one.

After another quarter of an hour of work, when they only had three kilograms of tofu left, Grandpa San said, "Okay, let's close the stall."

He said to Mrs. Chu, Aunt Tian and Mrs. Yan: "Fry all the tofu and send it to Xuanhufang together later."

Their things have to be stored at Xuanhufang, so they can't go empty-handed.

During this period, a customer came to buy tofu. After being told that it was sold out, he left angrily.

The thirteen people packed up quickly and moved all the tables, stools, pots, bowls, chopsticks, and iron plates for the clay stove to Xuanhufang.

Doctor Du and Old Doctor Wu were on a medical visit, but they were not at Xuanhufang. It was Mutong who received them.

The third grandfather was very sorry to see that the two old doctors were not there, so he had to hand the three kilograms of fried five-spice tofu to Mutong and said some words of thanks.

Mutong took the tofu and said with a smile: "Mr. Gu, your tofu is really delicious. Everyone in our pharmacy likes it."

Then he reminded them: "If your business is going to be long-term, when you go to Silifang to hand over the sign tonight, you can pay another two hundred coins to rent the stall. This way you won't be afraid of someone taking the place."

Today is the Lantern Festival, so the price of the stall will rise sharply. Normally, it only costs 200 cents a month, and the location where they set up the stall is good. The master got it with the name of Xuanhufang.

After being reminded by Mutong, Third Grandpa hurriedly thanked him: "Thank you, Brother Mutong. We will go to Si Lifang and rent the stall right away."

Tonight is the Lantern Festival, and the clerks of Silifang will be on duty until midnight. Third Grandpa and the others went to Silifang on Qian Street and told the clerks about renting a stall. They also mentioned the name of Tixuanhufang. After paying the stall fee for a month, I got a new sign.

After getting the sign, Third Grandpa and the others rushed back to the stall. They made money from the tofu. Third Grandpa was so happy that he took the initiative and bought seven bowls of glutinous rice balls, one for each family, and took them back for everyone in the family to eat.

It was already the fourth quarter of the year, and many people who came to see the lanterns had already left. After buying glutinous rice balls, they picked up their baskets and left the town.

The road is not deserted. There are people carrying lanterns everywhere, families of all ages rushing home. In their ears are either the laughter of children or the sound of adults discussing tonight's lantern party.

"The wealthy and auspicious lantern in Fugui Building was won by Shang Xiucai from Shangjia Village. The lantern was worth thirty taels of silver. As soon as Shang Xiucai got the lantern, someone offered to buy it from him, and the money was kept until fifty taels. Two, Shang Xiucai didn’t sell them either.”

"What Shang Xiucai was interested in was the puzzle on the lantern. He said that the puzzle was rare in ten years. The lantern had been hanging in Fugui Building for three years. This year, Shang Xiucai finally guessed the answer to the riddle and got the lantern. Why are you willing to sell it?"

"That's fifty taels of silver, which can build a big brick house with tiles. Shang Xiucai doesn't want to sell it. He must be crazy." Someone said in confusion.

"What do you know? Scholars are interested in elegance and don't care about money. They call money the smell of copper."

"Bah! What's the smell of copper? There is no smell of copper. Scholars eat and drink whatever they want? They are pretending to be noble." Someone said disdainfully.

As they were talking, a cry suddenly came from the crowd: "Yuan Yuan, spit out the candy quickly, spit it out!"