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Mother's sonorous and forceful words flowed slowly through her heart like a warm current, and Ma Youwei's heart soon settled down.

It's no use being afraid to worry now.

Whether or not that young master Huang will have a second move, just wait and see.

It was past noon when the mother and daughter returned to the village.

The courtyard door of the house was open at the moment, and Yang Mei was worried about what happened, so she quickly walked in.

When I got to the courtyard, I found that many villagers had come to the house, and they all brought things to exchange for tofu.

In the morning, through the publicity of the village head and patriarch, the villagers knew that Ma Bowang's family made a kind of food called 'tofu'.

What is this tofu, they have never heard of it.

But both the patriarch and the village head said it was delicious, and they could exchange their own food or eggs for it.

Villagers with a curiosity-seeking mentality want to have a taste in exchange.

According to the word of mouth of the villagers, the few catties of tofu that Yangmei left at home in the morning were quickly replaced.

Some of the people who stay here now, some really want to change tofu, and some people come to inquire about how tofu is made.

In any era, there is no shortage of people with bright eyes.

They found that the tofu was profitable. If they could get the tofu recipe, it would be like mastering a way to make money.

However, Ma Bowang and the others had already received Yang Mei's orders, so they would not be easily fooled.

But Yang Mei's return at this moment is a timely rain for the two sons, saving them from fire and water.

Ma Bowang was clumsy with his tongue, and could only blush when asked anxiously.

Ma Zhongxing was relatively quick-spoken, and he didn't know how to speak on weekdays. Those who wanted to make stereotypes all went to him.

Ma Zhongxing almost talked bald several times, but bit his tongue to stop the conversation.

When his mother came back at this time, he was so excited that he was about to cry.

After learning about the situation, Yangmei smiled and said to the villagers: "Youwei and I sold the tofu we made today in the town, and there are not many left at home.

If you want to try it, you can register with Youwei first, and we will make more tomorrow. "

A villager who wanted to do the tofu business, heard that Mrs. Ma brought tofu to the town to sell today, and hurriedly asked for details: "Bo Wang Niang, you went to the town to sell tofu today?

How about it?Anyone in town buy it? "

These words successfully attracted everyone's attention, and everyone's eyes fell on Yang Mei.

Yangmei Luoluo nodded generously and admitted: "Of course someone bought it. The 50 catties I brought to town today are not enough to sell!"

The villagers looked at each other in blank dismay, some were dubious, some were shocked and surprised.

They heard from Ma Bowang that the price of tofu for the villagers in the village was one penny lower than the market price.

That is to say, Mrs. Ma sells it for six cents a catty in the town.

In one morning, more than 50 catties of tofu were sold, which cost more than 300 Wen.

Doing business definitely requires capital. After removing the capital, it should be possible to earn a hundred dollars, right?

After a rough calculation of this account, many people can't sit still.

"Bo Wangniang, is the tofu you make so easy to sell?" Although she thought Mrs. Ma wouldn't lie to them, she couldn't help but want to make sure again.

Yang Mei smiled and said: "Everyone can come to our house tomorrow to exchange some and go back to try it.

Only when you have eaten it yourself and know the taste of tofu, will you believe whether it is good or not, and whether it can be sold.

By the way, if anyone wants to sell tofu from our house, you can come to our house to make an appointment one day in advance.

Our tofu recipe is kept secret, but you can get the tofu from us at a penny lower than the market price.

The next few villages or towns can try to sell it.

As long as you are willing to bear hardships, the market is still quite large, and everyone can earn a middle price difference to subsidize their families. "

Hearing Yang Mei's words, those active-minded people were all moved.

They originally wanted to make tofu by themselves, but Mrs. Ma made it so clear that it was less likely to get the recipe.

The market price of a catty of tofu is six cents, and they buy it for five cents, and resell it for one penny per catty. It seems that they don't earn much.

But if the business is good, if Mrs. Ma can sell [-] catties in one morning, she can also earn [-] Wen a day, which is really a lot, and you don't have to take too much risk.

Left and right are idle, so give it a try.

As a result, one person responded, and those who also wanted to make money for fear of being left behind also clamored to get goods from Yangmei.

Yang Mei originally thought that she would have to wait at least a while before she could develop offline, but she never thought that these villagers have a keen sense of smell, and they all have good eyesight.

She praised these people a few words, and hurriedly asked Ma Youwei to go back to the room to get a pen and paper, and first registered the quantity they wanted to order.

"Zhou Tiezhu ordered five catties, Ma boldly ordered ten catties, Song Tiedan ordered six catties, and Ma Chu Wu ordered five catties..."

Ma Youwei waited for these people to leave and counted the quantity of the goods, and couldn't help laughing.

"Mother, the amount of tofu ordered to go out is more than 50 catties.

The rest of the scattered ones are all to be exchanged for things, which are about ten catties.

In addition to the quantity we are going to sell in the town tomorrow, we need to make at least 120 catties of tofu. "

Yang Mei nodded, knowing what to do, and planned to go to the village head after lunch to discuss the matter of asking someone to help make tofu.

"Bowang, Zhongxing, you two will tidy up the backyard in a while and build a shed. From now on, we will go to the shed in the backyard to make tofu.

In addition, check the amount of soybeans at home. We will make tofu in the future, and soybeans are an essential raw material.

The amount of output we grow by ourselves won't last long, so we still have to find a way to harvest some soybeans. " Yang Mei said to her two sons.

Ma Bowang nodded and said: "Mother, we can collect some soybeans in Shanshui Village first.

In the past, the soybeans that everyone planted were rarely used as food except for pressing them into oil. Now if we are willing to collect soybeans from the villagers at the market price, they will be very happy. "

Yang Mei showed a gratified smile to Ma Bowang.

Tie Hanhan's eldest son with low self-esteem and sensitivity can take the initiative to say such insightful words, and the old mother expressed her comfort.

This shows that my mother-loving education policy these days is still somewhat effective.

Ma Bowang also felt his mother's kind and gentle gaze, and half of his face blushed unconsciously.

The excitement and joy in his heart, which was affirmed by his mother, surged to his limbs with the beating of his pulse, filling his whole body with strength.

"I'll leave it to you, Bowang, to arrange the collection of soybeans.

Zhong Xing, you are skilled at manual work, and my mother will implement the matter of building the shed for you. "Yangmei laughed.

It was rare for Ma Zhongxing to be praised by his mother, so he naturally responded positively and happily agreed.