Thinking of this, her eyes lit up—tofu! Tofu was a rare commodity in the 1960s, rich in nutrients, and versatile in cooking. It was delicious whether stir-fried or used in soups. Moreover, the raw material was soybeans, and although it was subject to state purchase and distribution, many families in the village grew their own soybeans, so perhaps they could get some. Most importantly, making tofu wasn't difficult. She had learned to make tofu in her previous life, and as long as she found the right tools, she could make it.

"Nian'an," Lin Wanqiu looked down at her son in her arms, her eyes full of expectation, "Mom wants to make tofu to sell, so we can have tofu to eat every day and earn lots of money to buy Nian'an new clothes and delicious food, okay?"

Shen Nian'an nodded vigorously, her little face full of excitement: "Great! Mom's tofu is sure to be delicious!"

With her son's support, Lin Wanqiu felt even more confident. She got up and walked to the window, looking at the vegetable garden outside the yard, and began to plan in her mind—first, she needed to find a place to make tofu; the kitchen at home was too small, so she would have to build a simple shed in the yard; then came the tools—grinding tofu required a stone mill, a wooden bucket, and gauze, all of which she had to find a way to obtain; most importantly, she needed raw materials—she had to go to the village to collect soybeans and find a stable water source; finally, she needed a sales channel—the town's supply and marketing cooperative and canteen would definitely need tofu, and perhaps she could even cooperate with the village's production team to distribute tofu to the members.

The more she thought about it, the more feasible it seemed, and she immediately decided to go to the village the next day to inquire about stone mills and soybeans, and then go to the town to check out the sales channels. As long as the tofu business took off, life would definitely get better and better, and she and Nian'an would never have to live those days of constant anxiety and lack of food and clothing again.

As night deepened, Lin Wanqiu coaxed Nian'an to sleep and quietly entered her spatial dimension. The warehouse was still well-stocked with supplies. She went to her skill panel, pulled up information on tofu making, and began to study it carefully. Although she had learned to make tofu in her previous life, conditions in the 1960s were limited, so she had to adjust the method according to the current circumstances. As she read the information, she mentally noted down the details that needed attention, and before she knew it, it was the middle of the night.

As she exited the space, the sky outside was already turning a pale white. Lin Wanqiu stretched, looked at her son sleeping soundly on the kang (a heated brick bed), and a determined smile appeared on her face. She knew that making tofu would definitely encounter many difficulties, but as long as she persevered, she would surely succeed. She wanted to rely on her own hands to forge a path to prosperity for herself and Nian'an in this era of scarcity, making their lives better and better, and truly achieving their goal of a moderately prosperous life.