Li Yunniang’s way of thinking is correct, but if you want to do business, you will naturally face competition. The more fierce the competition, the more you show your strength.

"No need!"

Xia Qianqian categorically objected: "We can just do it the way we have in the past. We can't sell it at home. I will bring more tomorrow and sell it at the entrance of the college."

"Qianqian, it's very hard for you!" Li Yunniang couldn't bear it, "It's hard enough to get up early every day and make tofu, and you have to go to school every day. I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it."

"It doesn't matter!" Xia Qianqian said while sorting out her things: "The business at the entrance of the college is very good. I plan to continue selling fried dough sticks and tofu curd tomorrow."

"If you can't sell out, will you still have classes?" Li Yunniang looked worried.

"Those items sold out quickly."

Xia Qianqian said firmly: "In case we can't sell out, Uncle Wang can help me look at the stalls for a while. The money sold will be considered his."

"Uncle Wang, I guess you don't have that much time."

Li Yunniang shook her head and muttered: "He has been busy building houses in the village next door recently. I heard that the tofu workshop in Xinghua Village was supervised by him."

Speaking of this, Li Yunniang's mood was not very beautiful.

Xia Qianqian pondered for a while, then smiled and said: "Mom, in fact, our family makes tofu. No matter how good we are, the people in the village will not come to eat tofu every day, and they will not consume so much."

"Qianqian, what do you mean?" Li Yunniang was a little confused.

The tofu business is doing well, does my daughter have any other ideas?

"Everyone has soybeans, and the process of making tofu is actually not that complicated. Anyone who wants to can do it. How about we teach everyone how to make tofu and sell other things in turn?"

"What else can I sell?"

Li Yunniang became more and more puzzled, "We only have these soybeans at home."

"Selling the secret recipe." Xia Qianqian said with a sly smile: "We can prepare different secret recipes and sell our exclusive secret recipe."

"But me?" Li Yunniang was a little embarrassed, "My cooking skills are average, and I don't have any special secret recipes."

"It doesn't matter."

Xia Qianqian said confidently: "You have forgotten, I have several cookbooks, and I have been studying them carefully recently. In a few days, if our tofu business is affected, we will change careers. Not to mention..."

She paused and said, "Mom, the tide in the Fu'an River has receded. We should plow the land in a few days. Next, I plan to plant cotton. I have many things to prepare. I'm afraid this tofu business will be delayed for a while."

"Can we have cotton seeds?" Li Yunniang was worried.

"There will be." Xia Qianqian's eyes were bright, "Young Master Mo will definitely not break his promise."

When Li Yunniang heard this, she became motivated again, "When we plant cotton, we can make a few cotton coats for you and Yuanbao in winter."

For people living by the river, Fu'an Village is wet, cold and freezing in winter, which is the most difficult time of the year.

Li Yunniang has been in poor health all year round. In winter, she wears thin clothes and has to starch her clothes all day long.

At night, the three of them were lying on the bed.

Yuan Bao hugged his wooden boxes and couldn't sleep due to excitement. From time to time he reached out and touched them to make sure they were still intact, and then fell asleep reluctantly.

Li Yunniang had been thinking about growing cotton, and suddenly she realized the most critical issue.

When Xia Qianqian was drowsily asleep, she was suddenly shaken.

"Well, mother, what's wrong?"

"Qianqian, none of us have ever planted cotton. Can we...can we succeed?"

Xia Qianqian was really sleepy. She turned over and answered vaguely: "I used to plant seeds with my grandpa, and I know how. When the time comes, I will cultivate the seeds and grow colored cotton, which will definitely sell for a good price."
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This plan was not a temporary one by Xia Qianqian.

Since she knew that cotton was a scarce commodity, she deliberately researched and analyzed the soil composition nearby, and even compared the weather conditions here.

The temperature difference here is large and cotton can be grown twice a year.

As long as colored cotton is available, the cotton can be further processed, spun and weaved, and clothing can be cut and designed.

There are so many things to do.

There are too many copper coins waiting for her to earn, and she really doesn't want to waste a minute.

"Grandpa?"

In the darkness, Li Yunniang sat on the bed, looking at the person beside her, and suddenly felt a little creepy.

Her parents died young, but by chance, she was rescued by Xia Chi and they became husband and wife.

They were a loving couple and gave birth to a pair of children, but given Xia Chi's identity and background, that memory was considered taboo for him.

If he didn't mention it, she would pretend to be ignorant and unwilling to touch her, which would make him sad.

Therefore, she has no idea whether he has parents, brothers and sisters in his family.

So, who is the grandfather in the daughter’s mouth?

The person in front of her is clearly her daughter, so why the words she says are always so incomprehensible.

Li Yunniang's heart was entangled and she felt extremely uncomfortable.

After a long silence, she gently covered her with the quilt and murmured: "Qianqian, in terms of the drastic changes in Fu'an Village, you are probably the most suspected person."

Li Yunniang looked at her profile and smiled: "Mom, I believe in you. I believe in everything about you."

The next day, when Xia Qianqian got up, Li Yunniang was already driving the donkey in the workshop and starting to grind beans.

Xia Qianqian stepped forward and said angrily: "Mom, why didn't you wait for me?"

This is great.

She couldn't take out the wall-breaking machine from the Ruyi bracelet and use it.

It would be too time-consuming to ask a donkey to grind.

As Li Yunniang added beans to the millstone, she said distressedly: "Qianqian, in the past, when Mom got up, you grinded so many beans. Today, Mom also gave it a try, and she only grinded so little. My child, you have worked hard."
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Why does she have to work so hard?

Most of the time, she uses a wall-breaking machine, which is quiet, fast and very fine, so her tofu is delicious.

"Mom, let me grind it!" Xia Qianqian took the beans from Li Yunniang's hand, "Mom, there are a lot of things sold at the entrance of the college today, we have to leave early."

She warned: "Yuanbao got a rare thing yesterday. He was so excited that he went to bed late. Please wake him up later and find him a thicker coat. It's cold today."

"Okay!" Li Yunniang moved all the beans on the ground to the table and prepared them for Xia Qianqian.

Wiping his hands on his apron, he turned around and said, "I'm going to see the ingot."

"Hmm!"

After sending Li Yunniang away, Xia Qianqian quickly took out the wall breaker, placed it in the corner, and poured the beans into it.

Half an hour later, all the remaining beans turned into rich soy milk.

In the wing, Li Yunniang's muttering sounded, "Yuanbao, get up quickly, you're going to be late for school."

"Mom, let me sleep for a while."

"Quick, be good, get up, my sister has to leave early today."

"..." In the side room, the sound of Yuanbao grinding and humming came from the room.

After a while, Yuan Bao asked in a sweet voice: "Mom, can I take Sun Wukong to the academy?"

"Going to college is to study, not to play."

"Mom, I can go play during recess."

"..."
Chapter completed!