Chapter 110: moldy tofu

   Chapter 110 Moldy Tofu

  The hair on the top of his head was combed in a bun, and the hair below was draped. As soon as Xiao Changyi combed it for her, An Jing got up and hugged Xiao Changyi, raised his face, and said with a smile: "Thank you, Xianggong~"

Xiao Changyi was a little bit unhappy about An Jing saying thank you to him before, and felt that An Jing was too alien to him, but since An Jing said that she said thank you to him to express that she knew that he was good to her, he did not reject it, even now Every time I heard Jing Jing say thank you to him with a smile, he felt sweet in his heart.

   The two have a clear division of labor in the morning. Xiao Changyi usually works in the field, while An Jing does laundry and cooking.

  Xiao Changyi took a **** and started a vegetable field in the yard as soon as he finished washing up.

  The sky is only slightly bright now, and she glanced at her man with a quiet smile, before holding a basin of clothes, planning to go to the river to wash.

  But, she was only halfway there when she saw Aunt Liuhua's son carrying a load of tofu out of Jiuping Village. Obviously, he picked it up to sell it in the town.

Tofu?

  Quiet's eyes lit up instantly, and she walked back with a basin of clothes in her arms. As soon as she entered the yard, she put down the wooden basin, and then rushed to Xiao Changyi, holding Xiao Changyi and jumping happily.

   "Xianggong, I have figured out a way to make money!" Quiet is a joy.

Xiao Changyi originally wondered how An Jing had washed his clothes so quickly, but as soon as he heard An Jing's words, he understood that An Jing hadn't washed his clothes at all, but just thought of a way to make money. , to make him happy too.

   For Jingjing to have himself in his heart, Xiao Changyi's thin and cool mouth twitched: "Go into the room and talk."

   He never disappoints her.

   "Yeah." As soon as he entered the room, An Jing quickly said to Xiao Changyi: "I saw my grandfather make moldy tofu before, we can make moldy tofu and sell it."

   "Mold tofu?"

   "It's just fresh tofu cut into small pieces, moldy and hairy, soaked in white wine, and then mixed with seasonings. If you want to preserve it, use a tile jar."

   "Can you eat long-haired tofu?" Xiao Changyi couldn't imagine it. Isn't that broken?

   "Yes, and the nutritional value is quite high. It not only contains amino acids, minerals, etc. that the human body needs, but also has the functions of appetizing, removing fire, and seasoning."

  Xiao Changyi automatically ignored the amino acids and minerals that he did not understand, and could also infer that this moldy tofu was a good meal.

   "Also," said Quietly and excitedly, "Even if we can't sell the moldy tofu, we can keep it at home and eat it by ourselves. The longer it sits, the more fragrant it will be, and it is more nutritious than pickles. We can't lose at all."

   "How many pounds of tofu do you want to buy? I'll go buy it."

Her husband was so happy, he deeply felt that his idea was unconditionally supported by her husband, Jing was even happier, and his eyebrows curved: "Buy 20 pounds first and try." If it can't be sold, 20 pounds Just keep it at home and eat slowly.

   "That's it, I'll go to town to buy it now."

   "Don't be in such a hurry, I'm not doing laundry anymore, I'll cook first, and you'll go after you eat." She didn't want her husband to go to town hungry.

"Um."

  Tofu is three cents a pound, and twenty pounds is sixty cents. After breakfast, An Jing gave Xiao Changyi a hundred cents.

   Xiao Changyi only received sixty texts.

   But An Jing still gave Xiao Changyi all the tough stuff, and said, "You should also put some money on you."

   Ever since he got married at the church, he gave her all the money, and he didn't keep a penny for himself.

   Although she was moved, she didn't want her man to have no money, so she just gave him an extra 40 cents today.

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   (end of this chapter)