The Story of a Young Man Who Traveled Through Time and Space to Farm

Chapter 15

Since Zhang Dazhuang took the custom-made tofu from Zhang Wuliang's house, villagers began to bring soybeans to Zhang Wuliang's house one after another.

They probably inquired about the price in advance. The soybeans brought by each person would be more or less than two catties. People always want to get a little bit of a bargain. Zhang Wuliang also understood and gave them the price. Fortunately, the villagers of Taohe Village were simple and honest, and they would not bring too much more soybeans.

In fact, Zhang Wuliang had no idea that the reason why the villagers brought a few more taels. Instead of more than one catty, it was because Zhang Dazhuang told them that less than one catty would not be charged, and more than one catty would be charged as two catties. So they would rather have more than less.

It must be said that Zhang Dazhuang's words saved Zhang Wuliang a lot of effort.

Because according to him, he would definitely give less than two catties for the sake of being in the same village.

But in this way, if one person gets one catty more, then ten people will have ten catties more.

After a few days of busy work, it was the third day of the Lunar New Year when Zhang Wuliang's family slaughtered the New Year pig. On this day, Zhang Wuliang stopped grinding tofu and concentrated on preparing the pig slaughtering banquet to entertain guests.

As the only family in Taohe Village that makes tofu, Zhang Wuliang's pig slaughtering banquet was of course mainly based on tofu. While helping the villagers make tofu, he also made tofu skin and tofu bubbles, which was a way to have fun in the midst of hardship.

Unfortunately, after the pig-killing banquet, the families who had not yet made tofu said that they wanted not only tofu, but also the other two. Zhang Wuliang cried in his heart but said calmly: This is a different price.

Fortunately, it was sunny after the heavy snow, and the morning sun could shine on Zhang Wuliang.

Otherwise, Zhang Wuliang wanted to move the stone mill into the house. On this day, Zhang Wuliang was still grinding tofu in the yard under the sun in the cold winter, and he saw Zhang Zhenwen coming in from the gate. Seeing him, he said: "Liangzi, are you busy?"

Zhang Wuliang rolled his eyes at him: "Can't you see?"

"Hey, kid, why are you so grumpy today?"

Zhang Zhenwen put his hands in his sleeves, walked up to him and looked him up and down, and said, "You should have made a lot of money these days, right? Why are you so unhappy after making money?"

Zhang Wuliang pushed the stone mill for another circle, and said with a feeling of enlightenment, "Money is not so easy to make."

Zhang Zhenwen was amused by him and said with a smile, "Haha, that's true. Look at you now, you look like a blindfolded donkey."

"Yeah, that's right." Zhang Wuliang turned to Zhang Zhenyong who was filling soybeans into the millstone and said, "Little Stone, what do you think about buying a donkey?"

"Ah?" Zhang Zhenyong didn't understand this.

Zhang Zhenwen said, "No way, Liangzi, you can't even stand pushing the mill for a few days, and you want to buy a donkey. What do you buy it for? To make tofu? You're only busy during the Chinese New Year when everyone wants to make tofu. After the Chinese New Year, there will be no one around. What do you use your donkey for?

You don't pull goods, you just leave it at home. Do you know how much a donkey costs? Is it worth it?"

"Hey..." Zhang Wuliang knew all these questions, but he was just excited. Now he came to his senses and gave up. Zhang Wuliang was even more depressed.