Chapter 37 Wang Yun’s Thoughts

Wang Yun looked at the people in the queue who were frantically ordering tofu, and thought about something with his head down.

When it was finally his turn, he looked at the tofu on the tasting plate, took a small bite and tasted it. It was a taste he had never tasted before, soft and tasty, and surprisingly filling.

Wang Yun stared at the white and tender tofu and said:

"Auntie, I want 2 jins of firm tofu, and I want tender tofu as a gift."

After so many people passed by, Cui Shi could basically cut a pound of tofu with one cut. She cut with her knife: "Okay, do you have a bowl? The tender tofu is soft, so you need a bowl to serve it."

"Then I'll go home and get it."

Wang Yun didn't expect that he would need to use a bowl, so he said that and was about to go home.

Cui knew Wang Yun, the son of the village widow Wang, who was also a poor man.

She called out to Wang Yun: "No need, I'll give you a bowl first, you can just bring it back later."

"Thank you, auntie!"

There was only one cent left out of the 5 cents. Wang Yun put the money away, carefully carried the tender tofu, and then picked up two pieces of firm tofu and walked happily home.

There are many people like him on the street, and when they see each other, they will ask: Did you buy tofu too?

Widow Wang was a quiet woman who didn't like to talk and didn't interact much with the villagers. When Wang Yun came back, she was mending clothes.

"Look, Mom, I bought some tofu. Luckily, I went early. I had to wait until I was 30th in line before I could get another piece."

Widow Wang had no expression on her face. She looked at the bowl he was holding and asked, "Is this food made from beans? It's called tofu?"

Wang Yun said happily: "Well, I just tried the food made from this tofu. It's delicious. Mom should try it too."

Widow Wang didn't seem very interested in the food. She asked calmly, "Have you run out of money?"

Wang Yun glanced at his mother, took out the remaining penny and handed it to her. His enthusiasm for sharing was extinguished by his mother's indifference.

He said, "Mom, try this soft tofu. It tastes good with sugar or salty sauce."

He pointed to the old tofu he was carrying and said, "This is old tofu. It can be frozen or cooked with cabbage. I just tried it and it's delicious. It's also very filling."

When the word "full of food" was mentioned, Widow Wang moved.

"Can it fill you up? That's great. Let's have this old tofu for lunch."

In Widow Wang's opinion, you should buy firm tofu, as nothing is more important than being full.

Wang Yun cooked lunch at noon. He had just asked how to make the tofu when he bought it, and Cui told him everything without hiding anything.

It’s just that his family doesn’t have the conditions, so they can only stew it, but it still tastes good. This is the happiest meal he has ever had in his life.

Widow Wang's expressionless face finally showed some signs of life. "This tofu is good."

"Well, it was researched by Xie Xiaoxiu. Someone as smart as Xie Xiaoxiu must be right."

Wang Yun secretly observed his mother and found that she still had no expression. She lowered her head and started eating again. After a long while, his mother blurted out: "Xie Xiaoxiucai's mother is a good person."

The mother and son ate in silence. Wang Yun was preoccupied and his eating was a little distracted. Finally, he couldn't help but say, "Mom, I want to discuss something with you."

Seeing that his mother didn't say anything, he continued, "Mom, what do you think of tofu? I want to sell it. Is that okay with you?"

Widow Wang paused, picked up the tofu, took a bite, and said indifferently, "Isn't the village chief selling it? Why are you selling it?"

"I'm going to sell it in other villages. Didn't you see that everyone in the village is going crazy today? They've ordered a lot of tofu. If I go to Dashi Village, it will definitely sell well."

If Xie Shuangbai were here, he would definitely touch his head and say, "Kid, you have a good business sense!"

Widow Wang said, "Then you have to ask the Wang family. I can't make the decision even if I ask you."

Wang Yun instantly became listless. His mother was always like this. No matter what he did or how hard he tried, she was always indifferent, as if he was an insignificant person.

He clenched his fists and said in a mosquito-like voice, "I'm afraid... afraid..." He glanced at his mother and made up his mind, "You have to pay."

Widow Wang just ate quietly, not knowing whether she heard it or not, and she didn't say a word.

Wang Yun was very discouraged. He knew this was an opportunity, but he was not as strong as an adult man and no one would want him to work.

He intuitively felt that following Xie Xiaoxiucai would definitely work.

That's why he discussed with his mother about buying some tofu to sell, but his mother ignored him.

Such a good opportunity, since he can think of it, others can definitely think of it as well.

Thinking of this, he couldn't sit still anymore, and glanced at the bowl on the table...

Xie Shuangbai was exhausted today. He had expected tofu to sell well, but he hadn't expected it to be so popular.

Cui and Wang Dadi laughed so hard that their eyes became invisible.

"We didn't make enough tofu today, so many people waiting in line didn't get any. We'll have to make more tomorrow."

Cui looked at the copper coins one by one and smiled so hard that her teeth were showing.

Xie Shuangbai glanced at the records in the notebook. There would be a lot of shipments tomorrow, so he arranged to soak the beans again at noon today.

"Tomorrow's volume is huge, so we need to grind three bags. The problem now is that we may not be able to grind enough unless we go very early."

Wang Shunyi smiled and said, "That's fine. I'll go grind beans when I'm ugly."

Xie Shuangbai thought of something else and felt a little worried. "One more thing, what if someone deliberately messes up? The day before yesterday, several families confiscated their beans. If they deliberately occupy the mill, we can't do anything about it. After all, it's a public mill for the village."

Wang Shunyi said: "We are from the same village, yet you are so shameless!"

The more Xie Shuangbai thought about it, the more likely it seemed: "We've made money, and everyone saw it today. It's inevitable that some people might feel unhappy."

Xie Shuangbai was right. The three members of the Black Family were unhappy and they were planning how to cause trouble!

In the house, Meng was vividly describing to Heisan how well the village chief's tofu sold today and how much money the village chief had made. She also said that the village chief deliberately refused to buy his family's beans and wanted to force them to death.

Heisan's veins bulged with rage upon hearing this.

He went to Ge Mengzi's house to drink yesterday, but who knew he would encounter such a frustrating thing as soon as he got home.

If Heisan is bullied like this, how will he survive in the village in the future!

Even the village chief cannot bully others like this. Since the village chief doesn't want him to live, none of you can expect to survive!

"You just said that there are a lot of people buying tofu and they need to grind the beans?" Heisan asked with a dark face.

Mentioning this, the Meng family became furious and cursed, "That's right! The village mill is almost exclusively used by the Wang family!"

Hei San tilted his head and pointed at Meng, saying, "Soak the beans and go grind them in the middle of the night."

Meng exclaimed, "Midnight! And I'm all alone?"

"I'm not asking you to really grind it, just occupy it and don't let them grind it. If you're afraid of getting dark, find Hei Dou to join you. If you dare to disturb my sleep, watch out for your skin, do you hear me?"

Heisan looked at her impatiently.

Meng really regretted telling Heisan about this, as it forced her to grind beans in the middle of the night. But she didn't dare to disobey, otherwise she would be severely beaten!

She angrily ordered her son: "Hei Dou, you will grind beans with me tonight!"

Hei Dou said expressionlessly, "I want to see my sister?"

Mrs. Meng exploded: "She's already six years old, what is she looking at! Your father is at home!"

Hei Dou said nothing, his dark eyes looking at his mother: "It would be better if you just stopped talking!"

After hearing this retort from her son, Mrs. Meng looked at Hei San who was lying asleep and was so angry that she gritted her teeth and cursed, "What a sin! What a sin! You are all here to collect debts from me!"

The black girl standing by looked at her mother's ferocious face indifferently.