Old Ma's stinky tofu was a great success.
At the very least, she felt like vomiting as soon as she smelled it.
Qin Zheng had no idea why she wanted to eat it when she was newly pregnant.
Pregnant women's tastes are probably quite changeable.
Ye Yun came to see Lao Matou's stinky tofu today. After she finished looking at it, she started talking to him about serious matters.
"Uncle Ma, how much is your stinky tofu?"
"Five cents a dollar!" Old Ma explained, "This stinky tofu goes well with rice, it's very flavorful and salty, so it saves on other dishes, which is why it's more expensive than regular tofu. You can see that the pieces I cut are all about the same size, and I've seen other people selling it for about the same price!"
Ye Yun nodded.
It was pretty much as she had expected.
"How about this, Uncle Ma, I'll make a deal with you?"
"Young lady, what are you talking about?" Old Ma slapped his thigh. "I know what you mean. You want to use this stinky tofu to talk business with me, right? I learned this skill from you. What are you talking about?"
readily.
Ye Yun smiled and said, "Then I'll be frank with you, Uncle Ma. You can continue selling your stinky tofu, and I'll take a cut. For example, if you sell it for 50 cents, I'll take 5 cents. If you sell it for a dollar, I'll take 10 cents. That's 10% of the profits. Is that acceptable to you?"
Old Ma scratched the back of his head. "I understood what you said before, five cents for every five cents, one cent for every dollar, I understand that, but what does the ten percent mean?"
"Forehead……"
Ye Yun was speechless for a moment, forgetting that this was a term commonly used in later generations.
"In short, they take one cent from every dollar they buy."
"Alright!" Old Ma clapped his hands when he saw her agree, "Don't even mention taking a dime for every dollar sold; I'd even like to share half the money from selling this tofu with you!"
"That's not the case."
"Ah, you're young and don't know. Back in the day, if I had learned your skills, I wouldn't have gotten paid unless I worked for you for free for three to five years," Old Ma said with a laugh.
In the old days, a skill was the ability to survive.
If you want to learn a skill and survive, you have to kneel down and become an apprentice. Even if you learn it, you still have to work for free under your master for three to five years. Three to five years is considered short. Some people have to work for ten or eight years. Otherwise, wouldn't you have wasted your time learning this skill to make a living?
There's a saying that a good apprentice can starve the master.
Once the master has passed on his skills, he needs to earn back what he lost.
Ye Yun understood what Old Ma Tou meant and nodded, saying, "Okay, then it's settled. Please give this commission to my aunt every month."
"Don't worry."
Old Ma patted his chest and made a gesture of assurance to her.
Ye Yun smiled.
She had planned to give this money to Qin Xiang'e from the beginning. Since she and Qin Zheng were not in their hometown, Qin Xiang'e had to take care of the family on her own, so she naturally couldn't be shortchanged in terms of money.
She only contributed ideas to this source of income; she didn't put in much effort.
I wouldn't feel bad about giving it up.
Having witnessed the coldness and wickedness of human relationships in later generations, she felt that Qin Xiang'e's affection for them was very precious, so she wanted to maintain it and treat Qin Xiang'e as well as possible.
Just as Xiuer was talking to Old Ma, she returned with her blind date.
The two young people were carrying large and small bags. There were two new clothes, two ceramic washbasins with mandarin ducks printed on them, and some other wedding items. Xiuer handed these things to Aunt Ma and happily gestured to Aunt Ma several times, which earned her a reproachful look from Aunt Ma.
It turns out that Xiuer's fiancé paid for all those things.
These things should have been paid for by the woman.
The honest young man smiled and explained to Aunt Ma that he insisted on paying, so Aunt Ma smiled and stopped scolding Xiuer.
It must be said that this young man is indeed a good marriage prospect.
His parents were honest farmers with good family backgrounds. He worked as a gofer in Yejiagou Commune. His younger brother was learning carpentry from a carpenter in town. His father usually helped build houses for construction teams, and his mother did handicrafts at home. They were considered to be a well-off family.
Judging from his attitude, Xiuer will not suffer any injustice because of her own circumstances after marrying him.
Aunt Ma stroked Xiu'er's long braid and sighed, as if to say: Her Xiu'er is good in every way, and not bad-looking either, but she has a bad fate, with a mute mother...
Xiuer held her hand, her eyes crinkling with laughter.
She felt that she was lucky to have loving parents and to have met the right marriage partner. Wasn't that much better than those girls who were forced into arranged marriages?
That is, she misjudged people before and got involved with the third son of the Guo family.
Fortunately, someone stopped her in time, preventing her from jumping into the fire. After all that, isn't her life already good enough?
Several women were talking, so Qin Zheng and Fan Gang, two men from outside the family, could only sit together.
Fan Gang's eyes never left Xiu'er. While Xiu'er was talking to her mother, his longing gaze remained fixed on Xiu'er.
Perhaps he was nervous at his father-in-law's house, and he didn't know what to look at if he wasn't looking at Xiuer.
"You really like her?"
A cool greeting suddenly came from the side. Fan Gang looked surprised and looked away, only to see Qin Zheng's inquisitive expression.
He forced a smile and said, a little embarrassed, "What are you saying..."
If he doesn't like someone, why would he marry her?
Qin Zheng glanced at Fan Gang's somewhat simple and honest face, then at Xiu'er who was talking to her mute mother, and said indifferently, "With your qualifications, you can find a girl from a normal family."
"As long as it's suitable."
The young man's face also turned cold.
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