"Captain Sun, how is our village today?" Jiang Tang's face was full of concern and her eyes were full of expectation. She knew that the economic development of the village was like a difficult journey and every step was crucial.

Captain Sun frowned slightly, a trace of worry flashing across his face, but then he relaxed his brows and smiled, "It was my first day and I didn't have much experience, so I made too many dishes. But..." He changed the subject, his eyes full of joy, "Our noodles are selling well. We sold over 50 bowls a day."

"Oh, that's quite a lot." Jiang Tang's eyes flashed with surprise, and he nodded vigorously. "This is a good start, which means our efforts have paid off."

"Yes, we also replaced two thermoses. Look, they are both in good condition." Captain Sun said as he proudly showed the thermos to Jiang Tang, as if it was his most precious treasure.

Jiang Tang walked to the stall area of ​​Zhangwan Village again.

The place was neatly arranged and the stalls were filled with a wide variety of goods.

Various vegetables such as emerald greens, round potatoes, red tomatoes, etc. are neatly arranged, emitting a fresh luster under the sunlight.

On the side, there is tofu covered with a clean white cloth. Each piece is square, with a delicate texture and exudes a faint bean fragrance.

A lot of people gathered in front of the stalls in Zhangwan Village.

A gray-haired lady walked up slowly. After scanning the stall, her eyes fixed on the tofu.

She reached out, gently picked up a piece of tofu, and carefully pressed it with her fingers, feeling its elasticity. After a moment, she nodded with satisfaction and said in a thick local accent, "This tofu looks good. Give me two pieces."

The stall owner was a simple and honest middle-aged man. Upon hearing the aunt's words, his face immediately lit up with a smile. He quickly picked up a sharp knife and expertly cut off two pieces of tofu. Then he carefully wrapped them in lotus leaves and handed them to the aunt, saying with a smile, "Auntie, please try it. Our tofu is freshly made this morning. The beans are all grown in our own garden. I guarantee you can eat it with confidence."

The old lady took the tofu, put it under her nose and smelled it. The wrinkles on her face smoothed out and she said, "Well, it smells good. You are a real young man." After that, she took out a wrinkled handkerchief from her pocket, slowly unfolded it, counted out a few coins and handed them to the stall owner.

As time went on, more and more people came to the stall.

A young daughter-in-law wearing a floral shirt and carrying a bamboo basket came briskly to the vegetable stall in Youcaoling Village.

She bent down and carefully selected the vegetables. As she did so, she asked the stall owner, "Brother, how much are these vegetables? They look very fresh."

The stall owner, Uncle Luo, the village's best accountant, responded enthusiastically, "Sister, these vegetables are cheap, only 20 cents a pound. They're all grown in our own fields, without any pesticides, so they're safe to eat. Look at the leaves, they're so green and tender you can squeeze out some juice."

After hearing this, the young daughter-in-law gently parted the leaves of a few green vegetables to check whether the roots were fresh, and even weighed them in her hand.

After some selection, she carefully picked up a bunch of greens, handed it to the stall owner, and said, "Brother, take this one."

Uncle Luo took the vegetables, put them on the scale, and said with a smile, "Sister, it's exactly one pound, twenty cents."

The young wife paid the money and put the vegetables into the basket with satisfaction, not forgetting to praise: "Brother, your food is delicious and you are also easy to talk to."

During the sales process, the villagers showed off their skills and enthusiastically introduced their products to customers.

Young Zhang Erhui saw the old man lingering in front of the potato stall and hurried over to say, "Uncle, look at these potatoes. They're big and haven't got any rotten eyes. They'll be delicious when you stew meat or stir-fry them. Feel the skin; it's so smooth. These are all top-notch potatoes that we carefully selected."

After hearing this, the old man squatted down, put on his reading glasses, and carefully looked at the potatoes one by one. From time to time, he would pick one up and knock on it to listen to the sound.

The young man waited patiently by the side, and helped the old man pick up the fallen potatoes from time to time.

The old man picked out a few and put them in a bag, then asked, "Young man, how much do you want to sell these for?"

Zhang Erhui smiled and replied, "Uncle, it's not expensive, two cents. You have almost three pounds in this bag, so four dollars and fifty cents will be enough."

The old man thought for a moment and said, "Can you make it cheaper? How about five cents?"

Zhang Erhui scratched his head and smiled naively, "Alright, sir, I'll just give you a discount. Come more often."

The old man paid with satisfaction, and as he left with the potatoes, he gave the young man a thumbs-up and said, "You are a very honest boy."

By noon, a long queue had formed in front of the tofu stall in Zhangwan Village.

People were attracted by the fresh and delicious tofu, and conversations could be heard from time to time in the queue.

"I heard their tofu is especially delicious, so I came here today specifically to buy some."

"Yes, I bought it last time. It was really good and very tender."

After a while, the tofu was sold out.

Zhang Wancun was packing up his stall while saying with a smile, "Oh, this tofu is really popular today. We can't even sell it all."

There were not many vegetables left on the vegetable stall, only some wilted leafy vegetables.

"Tomorrow, we can get more tofu. Our dumpling soup will sell well."

While observing the sales situation in Zhangwan Village, Jiangtang said to Erhua, "I noticed that the tofu in Zhangwan Village is very tender. Is this the reason?"

Erhua said, "Secretary Jiang, the tofu of Zhangwan Village is famous, and everyone in the nearby villages knows it, but I think the tofu my grandfather grinds is not bad either."

"That's right. They're all sold out in Zhangwan Village. People are rushing here. You should hurry up and take care of them."

"Okay."

Captain Luo looked on with a bit of a gloom and said, "You can prepare some vegetables in the morning and some in the afternoon. This way they will be fresh and won't pile up."

"I'm optimistic." Jiang Tang responded with a smile, expressing her approval of Captain Luo's suggestion.

When Jiang Tang returned home with the villagers, it was already past seven o'clock. She was exhausted, as if all her strength had been drained from her body.

She took a quick shower, entered the space, picked up a piece of dry bread and started eating it.

At this moment, she was like a hungry beast, in urgent need of food to replenish her energy.

When Meng Si Ning came in, he brought her a portion of dumplings and said jokingly with a smile, "Here, Hungry Wolf."

"Well, that's great. I'm starving. I'm so tired today. It's not easy." Jiang Tang said incoherently while wolfing down the dumplings, with a satisfied smile on his face.

"After all, there are so many leaders here. You have performed well. Well, I wish you a bright future." Meng Si Ning's eyes were full of smiles, and he gave sincere blessings.

Jiang Tang swallowed the dumpling in his mouth: "Hey, I hope so. Why didn't your two colleagues come today?"

"They'll come tomorrow."