That makes sense, that's how I think.
“However…” Wang Tianxiao began to speak, but then hesitated and stopped.
“Xiao Wang, if you have any better suggestions, please share them. To be honest, most people in our village are uneducated; there are hardly any who can write, let alone give me advice on this kind of thing. Sometimes I feel lost and don't know how to develop in the future. If it were just me, it would be fine, but after all, I am the village chief. If I make a wrong decision, the villagers will suffer because of me, and that would be bad. I would feel guilty towards them.”
Wang Tianxiao spoke very sincerely when looking at the rice and grain.
He felt a slight touch of emotion.
Wang Tianxiao is a very kind-hearted person. He cannot bear to see human suffering and admires and respects those who truly care about others.
Mi Liang should be considered a traditional intellectual. People like him have a special sentiment: to make a difference for the country and the people.
Scholars in this era were relatively pure, and most of them had ideals, which is incomparable to the fact that in later generations, studying was often just for the purpose of making a living.
Each generation has its own way of thinking, and rice undoubtedly belongs to the previous generation.
Wang Tianxiao believed that he was genuinely willing to lead the villagers to prosperity.
Alternatively, judging from his brief time with Mi Liang, this middle-aged man's thinking, like Zhang Wenyuan's, is already ahead of its time.
Since Mi Liang spoke so sincerely, and considering that he had secretly stabbed him in the back because of the electricity issue, he felt a little guilty, so he said, "I was just expressing my thoughts, Brother Mi."
"Yeah, yeah, you tell me. We're just chatting casually, it's not like we're formulating national policies, so there's nothing to worry about."
"Brother, think about it, why can't tofu be transported over long distances? It's simply because tofu contains a lot of water, making it difficult to store, and it's easily deformed by pressure. Also, people don't eat too much tofu every day; the amount of tofu they consume is fixed, right?"
Mi Liang thought for a moment and nodded: "That's right, you're right. Tofu isn't a staple food, and people can't eat tofu every day or every meal. Many families can't even afford tofu once a month because of its price. Also, the transportation issue makes a lot of sense. Tofu is all about freshness, so it's all about being tender and fresh, which is why it can't be transported long distances. Otherwise, our tofu is so good, it would be a hot commodity wherever it's sent."
"The second question," Wang Tianxiao continued, "You said you want to use tofu as the main method to expand to a village-wide scale, thereby becoming rich?"
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"Yes, that's my idea."
Wang Tianxiao smiled and shook his head.
"What's wrong, Brother Wang? Do you think this idea is not feasible? Is there a problem?"
"There's no problem..."
"That……"
"It's a huge problem."
Wang Tianxiao interrupted Mi Liang, and said with a wry smile, "Brother Mi, think about it, just by making tofu, even if one person doesn't rest and works from morning till night, how much tofu can one person make?"
"I haven't calculated the exact figures, but if there's enough beans, other things won't be affected. It all depends on how fast each company processes them."
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