The Lucky Farmgirl has a Pocket Dimension

The two looked suspiciously at their daughter left and right.

Well, their daughter, that is, she can eat a little bit, her skin is a little firmer, and she loves to jump up and down a little bit. But, look at that fleshy cuteness, where is it strong?

half an hour.

Sun Mei was not sure: "It seems to be a little fatter than when I first traveled here."

Zhao Dong nodded with great satisfaction: "It's so festive to be chubby in vain."

Zhao Zhitong was not happy anymore, he grabbed his waist and resisted: "I'm not fat, I'm not fat."

Zhao Dong scratched Zhao Zhitong's little nose, and said dotingly: "It's great to be fat, it's healthy to be fat."

Zhao Zhitong yelled loudly: "I don't want to be fat, I don't want to become a little fat man."

"Okay, okay, not fat or fat. Okay, you go to play alone for a while, mother and father have to work."

The matter of Zhao Zhitong's schooling is settled, and Sun Mei and Sun Mei have to work hard for 'money'.

Today's tofu is selling very well. After she came home from school, all the tofu and bean curd ordered in the morning were sold out, and there were still many villagers who didn't buy them. She planned to keep them for them in the afternoon.

So, in the afternoon, I ordered all the soy milk into tofu and bean curd.

It may be that Sun Mei sent the tofu to the school, and that night, Squire Wei sent someone to buy three catties of tofu and ten bowls of bean curd.

As soon as the Wei squire's family left, villagers from neighboring villages came to buy tofu one after another.

These days, farmers don't have many good things to eat, so they eat a good meal during the festivals. Now this tofu is not expensive, but it's still delicious, and the big guys just want to say it's fresh.

Therefore, the tofu in the afternoon was quickly sold out.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhao Dong decided that it was time to wholesale tofu to relieve the pressure on the two of them.

So, he called Shitou and others with good conduct in the village, and asked them if they would like to sell tofu with him. He will sell tofu to them for two and a half Wen, and they will sell it for three Wen.

Zhao Dong's tofu is very easy to sell and delicious. They all witnessed it with their own eyes, and their hearts were moved when they heard it.

This is a good thing, they don't work hard, just push a cart to run errands, sell it, and they can make money. Moreover, the wheat is not ripe yet, and there is not much farm work in the fields, so it would be nice to go out to earn some money in my free time.

So, they all expressed their willingness.

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At that time, Zhao Dong was holding a blackened wooden stick, and wrote on a stone in modern characters who ordered tofu today.

"Daughter-in-law, tomorrow morning we have to make 120 catties of tofu and more than 100 bowls of tofu."

Sun Mei, who was filtering the soymilk, nodded and said, "Okay, big deal, let's get up earlier. Anyway, the soymilk brought back tonight is enough for tomorrow morning."

After confirming the shipment volume for tomorrow morning, Zhao Dong hurried forward to help Sun Mei filter the soy milk.

After the soy milk was filtered, the sky was completely dark.

The family of three sat around the table in the main room, and Sun Mei lit the only kerosene lamp in the house.

The dim light shone in the room, shaking slightly, and the warm candlelight added a bit of warmth.

Zhao Dong held a money bag in his hand, and as it shook, there was a tinkling sound of copper plates in it: "Look, this is the money earned from selling tofu today. Let's count how much we earned."

As he spoke, he poured out all the copper coins in the money bag.

Zhao Zhitong's eyes sparkled: "Wow, there are so many, if you want me to count, I will count."

Zhao Dong smiled and said: "Okay, you count." Then he turned to get the string of money.

Zhao Zhitong was very serious about counting, pulling the copper coins with his small hands, counting one by one, and when he counted a hundred, he pushed the copper coins to Zhao Dong to string them together, and then continued to count.

Soon, Zhao Zhitong counted them all.

Zhao Dong deliberately tested her, so he put the stringed copper plates side by side on the table, and asked, "Tongtong, you have finished counting, how many copper plates are there in total?"

Zhao Zhitong lowered his chin to the table, lay his upper body on the table, stretched out his small hand, and counted some money strings: "One, two, three, four, five. This is five strings, and there are five hundred copper coins."

Then he pointed at the unstrung copper plates and said, "Here are thirty-one copper plates."

Sun Mei led the way: "Yes, so how many are there in total?"

Zhao Zhitong blinked his round almond eyes, opened his little fingers, and muttered to count: "Five one is five, this is five, this is thirty-one, thirty-one plus zero, it's still thirty-one... ..."

Zhao Dong and Sun Mei watched her quietly, neither disturbing nor helping.

After a long time, Zhao Zhitong figured it out, and said loudly with excitement on his face, "It's five hundred and thirty-one copper coins in total."

"That's right, Tongtong is great, keep up the good work."

Sun Mei praised with a smile, and put away all the copper coins.

Today I haven’t earned enough one or two taels of silver a day, but tomorrow the villagers will go to other villages to sell together, and they should be able to earn more money.

Because they were still busy the next day, after counting the money, the three of them hurriedly washed and went to sleep.

By Maoshi the next day, more than 100 catties of tofu and more than 100 bowls of bean curd were all set, and Sun Mei was tired of back pain.

Concerned that some villagers would go to distant villages to sell tofu, Sun Mei got up early and started ordering tofu.

Tired and sleepy at this time, after pouring the last pot of tofu into the grinder, he went into the house and fell asleep: "Hey, I wasn't so tired when it was the most difficult time at home in my previous life."

After sighing, he fell asleep.

Zhao Dong was also sleepy, but the door had already been knocked. It was the villagers who ordered tofu yesterday who came to pull the tofu.

The first time I went to sell tofu, everyone was conservative and didn't dare to ask for more. I only wanted ten catties of tofu and ten bowls of bean curd.

Douhua Zhao Dong gave them ten bowls of eight Wen.

The tofu grinder that Zhao Dong just made is 45% thick, and a piece of tofu is about a little more than a catty. If it is broken from the middle, half of it is exactly ten catties.

Douhua Sunmei has been measured, and the sauce has been prepared, there will only be more and no less.

It didn't take long for the villagers who ordered tofu to go out with tofu and bean curd.

At that time, there was still a board of tofu and 18 bowls of bean curd left at home, Zhao Dong was not worried, he just kept them and sold them at home.

Thinking of this, Zhao Dong closed the door and went back to sleep for a while.

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Sun Mei and the others were woken up by knocking on the door and Zhao Zhitong's shouts.

At that time, it was already Chenshi, and the villagers who came back from the field came to buy tofu, and the door was slammed.

Zhao Dong hurriedly got up and opened the door for business.

"Hey, Brother Dong, who mentioned the words on the front door of your house (the signboard at the door of the shop)? It looks really nice."

The villagers who came to cut the tofu noticed the extra pretense at the door of Zhao Dong's house today, and asked with a smile.

Zhao Dong handed the tofu to the villagers, and said with a smile, "No, I ate my tofu, Meng Xuejiu, and thought it was delicious. It was delivered by the servants of the squire's family yesterday."

The surrounding villagers couldn't help but look envious.

Because the mouths of the people in the village were broken, everyone thought that Zhao Dong would not be able to live a life, and that he would definitely live in misery in the future.

But now, look, not only did he find a new way out, but he was also affirmed by the squire Wei and the pedantic Meng!