Chapter 269 [268] Delicious Fisherman 119 (2 updates)

During the chat last night, she already knew that the old man's surname was Wang, and he was the only one in this village who could make tofu. His ancestors made a living by tofu for several lifetimes, but their sons and daughters were not interested in it. Maybe they had eaten enough tofu, or maybe they thought it was too hard to make tofu. Anyway, no one wanted to go home to help their parents, or inherit this craft.

The couple relied on selling tofu for their son to study. After they passed the scholar, they failed many tests. They finally gave up, got married and had children, and went to a private school to work as a teacher.

In his memory, making tofu is an extremely hard thing. Although it is very hard to study, at least she doesn't have to do physical work, so she just wanted to inherit this craft and didn't plan to let her son sell tofu.

Because no one inherited it, the old couple had to be so old and had to get up early and go to bed late to make tofu. It was not because they had no money. The children all gave them money, but someone came to buy tofu. They couldn't say they wouldn't do it anymore. This way, they persisted to this age.

It would be impossible if you were not tired, but now they have not thought of any other effective method.

The light was bad last night, so I couldn't see the situation of this family. When I woke up this morning, I thought that the family lived a good life. Although it was adobe house, there were two main rooms, one on the left and right. There was no other livestock or poultry in the yard, nor did they grow vegetables. There was only a donkey shed and a mill for making tofu. My eyes were clear and neat, and it was very neat. If you think about it carefully, no one who made tofu seemed to be lazy.

Seeing that the old couple worked so hard, Xiaoyu had a bold idea, but before that, she still had to understand the situation.

"Grandpa, how much does this pound of tofu cost?"

"Six cents." (The two cents bought in the small fishing village is too cheap, and it has been changed to four cents)

The fishing village grows more soybeans, which is cheaper, and I bought them from my own village, so it is relatively cheaper.

"Grandpa asked me if I shouldn't ask, how much can you earn by removing the cost of this tofu?"

This question is a bit presumptuous, but somehow, Xiaoyu has a magic that makes people believe, not to mention that they are just passing by and cannot compete with themselves. There must be a reason for asking this question.

"Four or five-months?"

Grandpa Wang did not hesitate and told Xiaoyu happily.

Xiaoyu rubbed his chin and thought for a while, then he looked at the old couple thoughtfully.

"Grandpa, is this tofu workshop in your family spreading to men or women?"

Grandpa Wang smiled bitterly: "What is it to pass on men or girls? My son is not interested in this at all. I just thought about letting my daughter come to learn it, but she was also very disgusted and didn't let her son-in-law say that it was too hard to make tofu. Instead of making tofu, it would be better to go to the field to work, at least not to get up early and go to bed late. As long as it is my bones and blood, no one will learn it the same? But even so, no one is learning it. I am worried that I will die, and this craft will be amazing. That would be a pity. After all, in these ten miles, I can only count my Wang family tofu as the most delicious."

The old man's confidence can be seen from his eyebrows. After hearing this, Xiaoyu nodded.

"Grandpa Wang, it is obvious to all that your tofu is delicious. Have you ever thought about accepting an apprentice?"

Grandpa Wang immediately understood what Xiaoyu meant, "Boy, what do you mean is to let me pass on this craft?"
Chapter completed!