Chapter 15
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But how are they going to make money?
The vegetables grown at home have only sprouted a little, and there is no way to sell them. "Can you make some soap and sell it?"
"What is that?" Shen Yuntang had never heard of it before.
“It should be made with lard, with some…” He had acted in a time-travel drama and knew how it was made.
"Lard?" Shen Yuntang asked him.
"It's just this big piece, used for washing hands and face." Cheng Yeran explained to him.
Shen Yuntang went to get him some soap. "I usually use this to wash clothes and hands. Someone in the village sells it. It's very cheap. One piece can be used for several months."
"I remember that the last time I went to your house, I drank rice wine with my dad. How about making rice wine and selling it? Is there any for sale in the village?" Cheng Yeran asked him.
"Many people in our village can make it, but they can't get the price right." Shen Yuntang hit him again.
"Can you also make wine?" Cheng Yeran asked in surprise.
"Yes." Shen Yuntang nodded: "I made it with my mother before. If you want to drink it, you can buy some ingredients next time you go to the market."
"You're so awesome." It was the first time that someone as awesome as Shen Yuntang appeared around Cheng Yeran. He even wanted to add Shen Yuntang's WeChat after the show was over.
If his agent knew about this idea, he would definitely be moved to tears. Cheng Yeran was not interested in many things other than filming, and was least interested in interpersonal communication. He never took the initiative to add people in the circle on WeChat, and always asked them to contact his agent.
Directors have to call him to contact him, but his popularity, family background and acting talent allow him to ignore the rules of the circle.
"What about making tofu? We haven't eaten tofu these days. Is it only sold in the market? Can we make money by selling it in the village?" Cheng Yeran thought of another way to make money.
"Tofu... There used to be an auntie who sold tofu in the village. Later, her son passed the imperial examination and became the top scholar, so she moved away with her son. After that, if villagers wanted to eat tofu, they had to go to the next village or the market to buy it. Can you make it?" Shen Yuntang asked him.
Cheng Yeran knew that there were two types of tofu: brine tofu and gypsum tofu. Although he didn't know how to make it, he could just look it up. What concerned him more was that there was no one selling tofu in the village. The village was a blank market with no competitors.
"I can try." Cheng Yeran went to the inner room to look for his cell phone. He had checked his cell phone several times these days, but there was no signal. He suspected that a signal jammer had been installed nearby, so he planned to take his cell phone to a farther place to check.
He has a solar-powered power bank, so he is not worried about his phone running out of battery.
He took the two things and put them in his arms, then went to the riverside to look for signal. Then he went to the mountain and held up his phone to check. When he reached the top of the mountain, his phone had one more signal, but when he opened any social platform, it was all blank. He called but there was no service area. He clicked on a few random buttons and finally found that only the shopping app could be used.
"Why is it so weird?" He sensed something was wrong, but nothing particularly wrong. His way of thinking was very worthy of the nickname of "stupid handsome guy" given to him by his fans.
Cheng Yeran opened the shopping app and saw that the delivery address was their village and the house they lived in.
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Is this also the work of the program crew? The director and his agent changed his address? Or maybe the program crew replaced his phone with an identical one, which was not his original phone at all.
He thought it was too weird, but he really couldn't connect his current situation with time travel. Even when he had the idea that he had traveled through time, he would wonder if the program crew deliberately gave him the illusion and then filmed him looking funny when he thought he had traveled through time to amuse the audience.
He searched for the brine for making tofu on the shopping app, and not only found it, the merchant also provided detailed production methods.
He placed the order immediately, and the merchant shipped the goods within ten minutes of the purchase.
After he got down the mountain, he looked at his phone again and found that he couldn't buy anything using the shopping app. It seemed that there was only a weak signal at high altitudes.
"Where have you been? Why did you take so long to come?" Shen Yuntang looked outside. Although the rain had stopped, the road was muddy and difficult to walk on.
Cheng Yeran: "I'll go buy the raw materials for making tofu. They'll be delivered in a few days. Next month, we'll go to the market and buy some soybeans to make tofu and sell."
Shen Yuntang thought he was joking. If there was someone in the village who knew how to make tofu, that family would sell it themselves. Why would they sell the recipe to him?
Three days later, Cheng Yeran saw a courier bag on the stone at the door. The package was not placed outside the door, but inside. He suspected that the program crew put it in while he was sleeping.
The bag contained the brine he bought last time. It was in powder form and he needed to add water to mix it himself. The merchant also gave him a tofu mold.
But the mold was very small and could only make one piece of tofu, so he went to the mountain to buy a larger mold.
"Where have you been so early in the morning? Come over quickly and try on the clothes. After that we'll go to the fields to sow seeds." Shen Yuntang didn't expect that this lazy man would go out every few days. He must not get into any bad hobbies again.
"What clothes?" Cheng Yeran walked into the room and saw an indigo dress on the bed. "Where did you get it?"
Shen Yuntang leaned against the door frame and looked at him speechlessly: "What do you think?"
"You made this?" Cheng Yeran held up the dress, "Wow!"
"What are you talking about? Try them on quickly." Shen Yuntang actually had a selfish motive in making new clothes for him. Although Cheng Yeran's face, figure and personality were hundreds of blocks better than Xia Xiaowu's, he still wanted to make a new set of clothes for Cheng Yeran so that he could wear them when he attended the wedding, so that the villagers could see the changes in Cheng Yeran and that he was no longer that lazy man.
"It fits me well." Cheng Yeran looked down at the clothes after putting them on. It was obvious that they were sewn by hand stitch by stitch, completely different from those made by machines. He had filmed costume dramas before, and those costumes were not as exquisitely made as the clothes he was wearing today.
The last time he tried to sew two pillowcases, he almost lost his patience. Later, when he was sewing the quilt, it was okay because he could chat with Shen Yuntang while sewing, so it was not so boring. But it was still very tiring to sew such a large thing purely by hand, stitch by stitch.
These days, the two of them are almost always together, either working in the fields or tending to the vegetable garden at home. Shen Yuntang also has to cook, so he is even busier than him. When did he find the time to make clothes? It must be the time when I fell asleep again.
"You must know some magic, that's amazing." Cheng Yeran swayed in front of him in new clothes: "You have very skillful hands."
"Stop showing off. Take it off quickly and go eat. Don't wear it to the fields, it will get dirty." Shen Yuntang quickly turned his head away when he heard him praising him. Suddenly, his eyes felt sore. He had made clothes for Xia Xiaowu in his previous life, but Xia Xiaowu had never praised him.
On the contrary, Xia Xiaowu often looked down on him, saying that he could not read a single word and that they had no common language. Every day he either talked about the chickens and ducks at home or the farm work at home. It was really despicable that he looked like he was waiting for his praise for doing something that he could do with his hands like sewing clothes.
Cheng Yeran is the complete opposite of Xia Xiaowu. No matter how small the thing he does, he will get praise from Cheng Yeran. Cheng Yeran will also listen carefully to him talking about how to plow the land, how to grow a vegetable garden, and how to sew pillows and quilts. He doesn't show any impatience and will look at him with admiration while listening.
Everything Cheng Yeran gave him was something he had never experienced before. Suddenly, he felt sorry for himself in his previous life. It turned out that he deserved to be treated well.
After dinner, the two of them went to the field to sow seeds. This was much easier than plowing the land, and their land was not very big, so they finished sowing the seeds quickly.
"Aren't you going to apply fertilizer? Sprinkle some Jinke La or something." Cheng Yeran asked him.
"Generally, they would irrigate the soil with manure, or if they have livestock, they would use their feces. But for a family like ours that has nothing, we don't need to use anything." Shen Yuntang thought for a moment and said, "We can burn the wheat straw when the autumn harvest comes."
Cheng Yeran had no idea about this, but he knew that crops would grow better only if they were fertilized. Farming these days almost exhausted him to death, and he would not do if the crops did not grow well.
On the way back, he went up the mountain again and bought a few bags of fertilizer.
This time he was seen by an aunt when he went up the mountain. When the aunt passed by Cheng's house, she said to Shen Yuntang: "Why is your man going up the mountain so late at night?"
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