The family sipped sweet soy milk, chewed on crispy fried dough sticks, and enjoyed a bowl of tofu pudding.
Wow! The breakfast was absolutely fantastic, and everyone is now really looking forward to Wei Mo's tofu.
Wei Xiaomin, who was standing to the side, sipped her sweet soy milk, licked her lips, and said to Wei Mo.
"Little brother, little brother, let's make it again tomorrow! I want to eat it again, okay?"
Wei Mo looked at his sister in front of him with a bit of helplessness. He had gotten up too early today and hadn't had a proper rest yet. This couldn't go on; he had to pass on this craft to someone else.
Besides, we can't possibly eat all this tofu at once; we shouldn't waste it like that.
Thinking of this, Wei Mo couldn't help but look at the old man. The old man and Wei Mo looked at each other, and seeing that his eldest grandson was also looking at him, the old man spoke.
"What's wrong, grandson? Just tell me what's wrong!"
The entire family at the table turned to look at him upon hearing the old man's words. Wei Mo slowly began to speak.
“I think it’s better if our family eats it all ourselves, otherwise other people will be jealous. It’s better to teach others how to make tofu, let the production team make it, and we can sell it in town.”
"This way, some people won't be envious again, and making tofu is not an easy job."
Wang Zhenhua, Qian Manman, and others were naturally unwilling; how could they give away such excellent technology?
However, as Wei Mo said, it would be bad if it attracted the envy of others.
Just like the current weaving teams, didn't a second weaving team also get established?
"This is what happened because of people being jealous," Wang Zhenhua sighed and slowly began to speak.
"Isn't it a bit of a waste? Eldest son, perhaps..."
Before she could finish speaking, Wei Mo interrupted Wang Zhenhua, saying...
"Mom, as long as we have something to eat, it doesn't matter who makes the tofu. Besides, we won't earn many work points, and we can't eat it all ourselves. It would just be a waste."
Qian Manman and the others listened to Wei Mo's words and felt that this made sense. As long as their families had food, it didn't matter much whether they earned work points or not.
The work points earned by the weaving group under Wang Zhenhua's leadership are more than enough for their families to exchange for grain. Everyone agreed with Wei Mo's words, and Wang Zhenhua slowly spoke up as well.
"Alright then, son, you can handle it as you see fit."
After obtaining his family's consent, Wei Mo turned his attention to the old man and spoke to him.
"Grandpa, if it doesn't work out, let's teach the tofu-making technique to the brigade! It'll also help the brigade earn some other supplies, and we can sell the tofu and stuff in town."
"After all, we're selling in the name of the village collective, so we won't be accused of trafficking just because we're selling ourselves. If we want to eat, we can just buy it from the brigade, okay?"
The old man was particularly gratified when he saw Wei Mo's words. Although it was his grandson's stuff, he would definitely side with his grandson. But his grandson was still considering the interests of the brigade.
The old man was also very happy, patted Wei Mo's little head, and praised him repeatedly.
"Okay, okay, my grandson is the best. Grandpa will listen to you. I'll go talk to the brigade leader about this in a bit."
Grandpa Yu looked at the kitchen equipment and couldn't help but feel a pang of regret.
"It's a pity about all our machines. I'll definitely get you lots of work points later, so the brigade can't just take them for nothing."
Wei Mo was very happy to hear the old man's words and said sweetly.
"Then...Grandpa, you should ask for more work points, since you can exchange them for more grain so our family will have enough to eat."
The old man nodded, but Wei Mo was thinking about other things. Making tofu required getting up early every day, so should he still go to bed early?
I'm a time traveler, how can you entrust me with such a difficult task?
For other jobs, like carpentry, there's no way around it, since it's not easy to learn.
But let's forget about making tofu, which requires getting up early and working late.
As long as I can eat it, it doesn't matter who I give it to.
Giving it to the brigade would also generate benefits for the village, making it the best choice.
After finishing his meal, the old man hurriedly walked towards the group. Only when he saw Li Dazhuang did he speak to him.
"Dazhuang, I have something to tell you."
Li Dazhuang looked at the old village chief with some suspicion and replied.
"Uncle Yu, just tell me what you need and I'll take care of it."
The old village chief was very satisfied with Li Dazhuang's attitude, and then said,
“My eldest grandson, Xiao Weimo, has brought good things to our village. Let me tell you, if you dare to give him too few work points, I won’t let you off the hook.”
Li Dazhuang's eyes lit up when he heard this, and then he looked at the old village chief. You know, the things that little brat Wei Mo brought out were all top-notch.
"Uncle, what good stuff are you talking about this time? Don't worry, I'll definitely give you a lot of work points."
After seeing and hearing Li Dazhuang's words, the old man recounted what Wei Mo had done again.
"Let me tell you, the soy milk and tofu pudding are delicious. The tofu will be ready soon too. Come with me to my house and try them in a bit."
“I think my eldest grandson’s tofu will be delicious. If possible, we can even sell the tofu in town.”
"The supply and marketing cooperative also makes tofu, but it's definitely not as good as the one my eldest grandson makes."
Li Dazhuang's eyes lit up, and he nodded to the old village chief, thinking to himself that this little Wei truly deserves to be called the prodigy of Daliu Village.
"Alright, old man, I'll go with you to take a look in a bit."
Li Dazhuang said this, but he was already looking forward to it. He then followed the old village chief toward Wei Mo's house.
After entering Wei Mo's courtyard, Wei Mo, Wang Zhenhua, and the others gathered around to see what the brigade leader would say. They wouldn't be happy if the offer was too low.
The captain saw that the others had followed him, and then followed Old Master Yu into the house. The old man immediately served the captain a bowl of the remaining soy milk and half a bowl of tofu pudding, saying...
"Dazhuang, try this. This was made by my eldest grandson. What do you think of his skills?"
Li Dazhuang nodded, drank the soy milk in one gulp, smacked his lips because it was so sweet, and his eyes lit up!
Delicious! Delicious! So delicious!
Then Li Dazhuang glanced at the tofu pudding next to him. Wei Mo jogged over and found a small spoon for the brigade leader from the dish rack. The brigade leader scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly and said to Wei Mo,
"Thank you, Xiao Weimo."
"It's alright, it's alright, Uncle Dazhuang, hurry up and try it, how does it taste?"
Li Dazhuang was essentially eating and drinking for free at someone else's house.
When the first bite of tofu pudding entered his mouth, the brigade leader's eyes lit up again, and he began to wolf it down.
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