Just as Chen Nian was thinking about whether to return to his old career, he suddenly thought of another thing: that is, beans are needed to make tofu, and naturally, beans are also needed to go out to buy them.

To make one pound of tofu, you need five pounds of soybeans. If you change it to soybeans, one pound of soybeans can make three pounds of tofu. Because the water content in these two beans is different, the amount required is

It's different, too.

Now the price of soybeans outside is much higher than that of soybeans. Overall, the cost of using soybeans is lower.

But now the market trend of the Daqi Dynasty is that one can buy about three kilograms of soybeans for a penny, while the price of tofu is generally one kilogram per penny, and the weight of one kilogram is about half a kilogram.

In other words, if you buy thirty kilograms of soybeans yourself, you need ten cents and you can make about six kilograms of tofu.

These six pounds of tofu can be sold for twelve cents, but only earn two cents.

In this era, if you save some money, you don’t consider taste and nutrition, it will be enough to eat yourself.

But the question arises again, where can I get this initial ten cents of funds?

Although this amount of money is not much, it may be too lazy to pick it up for rich people if they fall to the ground. It is a fatal thing for poor people. As the saying goes, a penny will stump heroes.

Although Song San sells some miscellaneous items every day, he doesn't really make that much money.

"It's okay, it's useless to tell you. I can't find any big words when I search your house. I'll go and ask someone else's house again." But when the other party said this, Song San couldn't help but feel curious.

.

Although he really couldn't read, he also wanted to know what the other party was doing.

"Forget it, I've been thinking about it over the past few days. With the knowledge reserves in my mind, I don't believe that I can't find a way to make money."

After returning in the morning, Chen Nian started helping Mr. Song San chop firewood.

"Yes." Chen Nian nodded, it was indeed not easy.

Sometimes life in small places is also very sad, and everyone knows this a little bigger place. Whoever you have worked in can ask questions as soon as you ask.

It was not until noon, and they ate the same food as yesterday, except that the steamed buns were replaced with hard pancakes.

After lunch, they planned to take a break, but suddenly someone knocked on the door outside.

You have to remove living expenses.

"Or go to work as a coolie?"

It costs money to buy firewood and food, and everything requires money.

"Is there anyone? Is there anyone at home?"

After hearing this sound, Song San immediately opened his eyes, put on a piece of clothing and entered the yard.

The miscellaneous items will not be bought until the afternoon. After all, the people now sell them all for a whole piece, so the price is naturally more expensive.

"My benefactor, when I was selling mixed soup, I heard them say that you used to cook for wealthy families, so it must be very good. Are wealthy families particularly particular about eating?"

But Chen Nian thought about his current physical condition and would definitely not be able to do these jobs in a short period of time.

Chen Nian must not have this time. He also wants to help Mr. Song San handle the miscellaneous parts. After all, if you have to stay here, you have to perform more.

After all, even if it is a mess, it has to be bought from the butcher. At most, the price is a little cheaper. However, the price of the messy soup made by Song San is also not high, and you can earn seven or eight cents a day.

Although Mr. Song San must still have some savings, he definitely cannot ask Mr. Song San for it. Moreover, it is enough for him to be willing to take him in. It would be unreasonable to get money from him.

"In the afternoon, you go to the butcher's house to buy miscellaneous rice dumplings. I will teach you how to wash them. But I have to tell you in advance that miscellaneous rice dumplings are very fishy and you have to deal with them, otherwise you can cook them out.

Noodle soup, let alone selling it for a penny, no one wants it even if it pays it.

When Song San heard this, he turned his head and looked at it, as if he had seen through Chen Nian's little thoughts, and smiled and said, "That's all the past, but the wealthy people are indeed very particular about food. Ordinary people can't even eat food.

, the yards are full of granaries, and people eat meat that we can’t eat casually. They stew it in a pot every few days, and those of us who are servants can occasionally drink a sip of the soup."

Song San shook his head: "What I said is light. Although the cook is a craftsmanship, it depends on whether he wants it. Why should a young family look for an old man like me? And I came out of Mr. Wang's house, Mr. Wang

Although it has nothing to do with our servants when they made a mistake, who does not want to make a good fortune in the rich family?”

Chen Nian thought about it and this was the same.

Seeing that the housekeeper couldn't get rid of it, he sighed and said, "This is not our master has another fat boy. The master concluded that this young master must have a talent for studying. He saw that the young master was about to be around 100 days, so

Let us come out and ask door to door, find a hundred people who can write, write down the young master's name, make a hundred characters, and make a lucky choice.

Although the taste is light, it is enough to be full.

"You asked me what happened. I didn't lose a piece of meat. Why do you have to find someone to recognize words? You can still lack someone to recognize words in your master's house.

?”

This doesn't work either. Generally speaking, the pub wants to hire a long-term job. It is best to eat and live in a pub. If there is something wrong with the guests staying in the hotel at night, it's easy to greet them.

It’s just that there is a single treatment of internal organs here.

"I understand!" Chen Nian said.

"What's the matter?" Although the other party's identity was higher than that of Song Laosan, Song Laosan was not afraid of being old, so he asked again at the top of his voice.

Since you have to stay here, you have to do all these jobs, do you understand?" Song San said, quite like a master. I think when Mr. Song was a chef in a wealthy family, he must have had some tricks under him.

The main reason is that this first pot of gold is not easy to make.

If he had let the old man go to farm, he might not be able to grow it. After all, he had never done such a job before, but he did the job of handling food ingredients every day.

When I opened the door, I saw that it was the butler of Mr. Xu's house.

"It's great, but benefactor, why don't you be a cook now? Logically speaking, with your skills in cooking for wealthy families, you should be able to find it if you want to cook for others."

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but start to feel sad again.

"Isn't this the Song Lao San family? Forget it, I knocked it wrong." When the butler saw that it was Song Lao San who opened the door, he patted his head and said that he had a bad memory. How could he ask Song Lao San such a thing?

Come home?

As for cleaning the large intestine, it is just a little smelly at most.

If there is a better choice, people will definitely be more willing to find young people with innocent resumes.

Even if Mr. Song left because of the destruction of the Wang family, who knows if Mr. Wang was defeated by someone?

"It's not easy!"

"Or go and do some bizarre services for some taverns?"

But there is no one in your family who can write. Don’t drag me around. I have to ask someone else’s house. I will have to finish this matter in the next few days.”

When Song Sanyi heard this, he scratched his head: "I have heard of Baijiayi and Baijia quilts, but I haven't heard of Baijia's characters yet. Do you want to give this thing money?"

"Give it, I can write a name, twenty cents, but you can't make it. If the master doesn't care so much, it's fine. I'll let you look at it and draw it, but the master said it, write it out

The words look good, but this is something to be hung out."

Song San was so moved when he heard the twenty cents, but he really couldn't make the money. Just as he was about to close the door, a shout suddenly came from the yard.
Chapter completed!