The Blessed Farm Girl Has a Spatial Storage
Chapter 25: Starting Wholesale Now

Chapter 25: Chapter 25: Starting Wholesale Now

The two of them looked suspiciously at their daughter, first from the left and then from the right.

Hmm, their daughter could just eat a bit more, withstand a little more, and was a little more active. But, looking at that chubby, adorable vigor of hers, where had she put on any more weight?

After a moment, Sun Mei said uncertainly, "It seems like she might have gained a little weight since we transmigrated."

Zhao Dong nodded in great satisfaction. "She’s fair and chubby, ever so auspicious."

Zhao Zhitong didn’t like this and tugged at her small waist, protesting, "I didn’t gain weight! I didn’t gain weight!"

Zhao Dong gently stroked Zhao Zhitong’s little nose and said dotingly, "It’s great that you’ve gained weight; it means you’re healthy."

Zhao Zhitong shouted loudly, "I don’t want to gain weight! I don’t want to become a little fatty!"

"Alright, alright, you won’t get fat. Now, go play by yourself for a while. Your mother and I need to get to work."

With Zhao Zhitong’s schooling issue resolved, Sun Mei and Zhao Dong had to work hard for ’money’.

The tofu sales had gone very well today. After Sun Mei returned home from the school, all the tofu and other tofu they had prepared in the morning were sold out. Moreover, many villagers hadn’t managed to buy any and had requested that some be reserved for them in the afternoon.

So, in the afternoon, all the soy milk was made into tofu and other tofu.

Perhaps Sun Mei delivering tofu to the school had an effect; that evening, even Country Gentry Wei sent someone to buy three jin of tofu and ten bowls of tofu.

Just as the person from Country Gentry Wei’s family left, villagers from neighboring villages began to arrive one after another to buy tofu.

In this era, peasant families didn’t have many delicacies, usually only enjoying good food during festivals and special occasions. Now that this tofu was inexpensive and tasty, everyone wanted to try something new.

Therefore, the afternoon’s supply of tofu also sold out quickly.

Seizing this opportunity, Zhao Dong decided it was time to wholesale the tofu to alleviate some of their workload.

Thus, he called over a few villagers of good character, like Shi Tou, and asked if they were willing to sell tofu with him. He would sell the tofu to them at a wholesale price of two and a half copper coins per unit, and they could then resell it for three copper coins.

The tofu from Zhao Dong’s Residence sold very well and was delicious; they had all seen it with their own eyes, so they were all tempted upon hearing this.

This was a great opportunity! They wouldn’t have to exert much effort, just push a handcart, do some legwork selling, and they could earn money. Besides, the wheat hadn’t ripened yet, and there wasn’t much farm work to do. It was a perfect chance to use their leisure time to earn some extra money.

So, they all expressed their willingness.

At that moment, Zhao Dong was holding a charred stick, writing on a stone with modern characters to list who had pre-ordered tofu for the day.

"Honey, we’ll need to make one hundred and twenty jin of tofu and over a hundred bowls of tofu tomorrow morning."

Sun Mei, who was filtering soy milk, nodded. "Sure. If anything, we’ll just get up earlier. Besides, the soy milk we brought back tonight should be enough for tomorrow morning."

After confirming the output quantity for the next morning, Zhao Dong hurried over to help Sun Mei filter the soy milk.

By the time they finished filtering all the soy milk, the sky had completely darkened.

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

The dim lamplight illuminated the room, swaying slightly. The warm glow of the lamp added a touch of warmth to the atmosphere.

Zhao Dong held a money bag, and as he shook it, the clinking of copper coins could be heard from within. "Look, this is the money we earned selling tofu today. Let’s count how much we made."

So saying, he poured all the copper coins out of the bag.

Zhao Zhitong’s eyes sparkled. "Wow, so many! Let me count, let me count!"

Zhao Dong smiled. "Okay, you count." He then turned to get a string for the coins.

Zhao Zhitong counted very carefully, her small hand sliding over the copper coins, tallying them one by one. Once she reached one hundred, she pushed the copper coins to Zhao Dong to string them together, then continued counting. Soon, Zhao Zhitong finished counting.

Zhao Dong intentionally tested her. He lined up the strung copper coins on the table and asked, "Tongtong, now that you’ve finished counting, how many copper coins are there in total?"

Zhao Zhitong leaned over the table, her chin almost touching its surface. She stretched out her small hand and pointed at the strings of coins. "One, two, three, four, five. There are five strings, so that’s five hundred copper coins."

Then she pointed at the unstrung copper coins. "And there are thirty-one copper coins here."

Sun Mei gently guided her, "That’s right. So, how many are there in total?"

Zhao Zhitong blinked her round, apricot-shaped eyes and began to calculate on her little fingers, muttering, "Five hundreds are five hundred... then there’s thirty-one... five hundred plus thirty-one..."

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

After a long moment, Zhao Zhitong figured it out, her small face beaming with excitement as she announced loudly, "There are five hundred and thirty-one copper coins in total!"

"Well done, Tongtong, you’re amazing! Keep up the good work," Sun Mei praised with a smile, then collected all the copper coins.

They hadn’t earned even one tael of silver today, but tomorrow, when the villagers went to other villages to sell, they should be able to earn more money.

Since they had a busy day ahead, after counting the money, the three of them quickly washed up and went to bed.

By early the next morning (around 5:00-7:00 AM), over a hundred jin of tofu and more than a hundred bowls of tofu were all set, leaving Sun Mei with an aching back and sore muscles.

Considering that some villagers would be going to relatively distant villages to sell tofu, Sun Mei had started preparing the tofu very early.

Now, she was exhausted and sleepy. After pouring the last batch of tofu into the molds, she went straight to her room, collapsed onto the bed, and muttered, Sigh, even during the hardest times in my previous life, I was never this tired. With that thought, she fell asleep.

Zhao Dong was also extremely tired, but there was already a knock at the main door. The villagers who had preordered tofu had come to collect it.

Being their first time selling, everyone was cautious and hadn’t dared to order much: just ten jin of tofu and ten bowls of tofu each.

Zhao Dong set the price for the tofu sold in bowls at eight copper coins for ten bowls.

The tofu molds Zhao Dong used produced retail pieces weighing a little over a jin each. For wholesale, he made larger blocks; splitting one such block in half yielded exactly ten jin.

Sun Mei had already portioned out the tofu for the bowls and prepared the accompanying sauce, ensuring there would be enough, possibly more, but never less.

Before long, all the villagers who had pre-ordered had left with their tofu and other tofu.

At that time, a board of tofu and eighteen bowls of tofu remained at their home. Zhao Dong wasn’t worried; they could sell these locally.

Thinking about this, Zhao Dong closed the main door and also went back to bed for a nap.

Sun Mei and Zhao Dong were awakened by knocking at the door and Zhao Zhitong’s calls.

It was already late morning (around 7:00-9:00 AM). Villagers returning from the fields had come to buy tofu, and the door was being pounded, BANG! BANG!

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

"Oh, Brother Dong, who wrote the characters on this sign (shop sign) at the entrance of your house? They look really good!"

The villagers who came to buy tofu noticed the new sign at the entrance of Zhao Dong’s Residence and asked with a smile.

Zhao Dong handed the tofu to a villager, smiling as he said, "Well, Scholar Meng enjoyed my tofu, thought it was delicious, and had a servant from Country Gentry Wei’s family deliver this sign yesterday."

The surrounding villagers couldn’t help but look envious.

Because of the local gossip, everyone had thought that Zhao Dong was inept at making a living and that his future would surely be miserable.

But look at him now! Not only had he found a new livelihood for himself, but he had also earned the approval of Country Gentry Wei and Scholar Meng!

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