The Blessed Farm Girl Has a Spatial Storage
Chapter 26: Everything is for the sake of life

Chapter 26: Chapter 26: Everything is for the sake of life

Just after sending off a group of villagers who had bought tofu, the few who had gone to sell tofu that morning returned. They had gone to nearby villages, so they returned quickly. Upon their return, their faces beamed with joy; clearly, their sales had gone well.

As soon as they reached Zhao Dong’s doorstep, they eagerly requested another twenty pounds of tofu and twenty bowls of tofu. They planned to go out and sell more in the afternoon.

"Brother Dong, please make more this afternoon! You wouldn’t believe it—I pushed the cart to Sun Village, and before I even had to shout much, it was all sold out! I want twenty pounds this afternoon!"

Other villagers chimed in, "That’s right! I went to the small village, and I’d barely started hawking my wares when the villagers working in the fields smelled that fragrant sauce and gathered around."

"They saw it was something new, something they’d never seen before, and everyone wanted a taste. In less than half an hour, it was all gone! I’ll take another twenty pounds of tofu this afternoon, and I want twenty bowls of tofu as well—the kind in bowls sells the best!"

Shi Tou, also grinning, said with exaggeration, "Honestly, that tofu sells incredibly well! The tofu in bowls was the first thing I sold out of. If you ask me, it’s all thanks to sister-in-law’s sauce. The moment you open that sauce jar, the aroma spreads for miles! You don’t even have to shout; people just follow their noses. Brother Dong, I’ll also take twenty pounds of tofu and twenty bowls of tofu this afternoon!"

Zhao Dong chuckled. My wife uses seasonings from the space, he thought. In an era where ginger is exorbitant and pepper costs as much as gold, of course, they’d find it incredibly fragrant.

However, he couldn’t give them that much. He waved his hand immediately, saying, "You all want twenty pounds? That won’t work. I haven’t prepared that many ingredients for the afternoon. At most, I can give each of you fifteen pounds of tofu. However, I can give each of you twenty bowls of tofu."

Zhao Dong knew he couldn’t give them so much at once, even though selling more meant earning more. They had just sold ten pounds in the morning; if they couldn’t sell all twenty pounds this afternoon, it would dampen their enthusiasm. Besides, he was employing scarcity marketing. Even if they could sell all twenty pounds, readily available goods don’t create the same lasting impression as something coveted and hard to obtain.

Moreover, he had calculated that at this rate, he could earn nearly eight or nine hundred coin money a day. With the increased quantity, it would likely be even more.

"Fine, fine, fifteen pounds is good too! Hahaha!"

The speaker was Zhang Qiang. He lived at the far end of the village. His family had arrived as refugees ten years ago, and as outsiders, they often faced some discrimination. Zhao Dong’s original self had helped him before, so Zhang Qiang had a very good relationship with Zhao Dong. Aside from Shi Tou, he was Zhao Dong’s closest ’brother’. Like Shi Tou, he was a straightforward person with no hidden agendas, always speaking his mind. Having made money, his joy was palpable, written all over his face.

"Brother Dong, this is fantastic! You wouldn’t believe it. With just ten pounds of tofu and ten bowls of tofu, all I had to do was come back a little early from the fields, take the cart out for a spin, and I earned seven coin money! It’s not even tiring. This is so much better than doing odd jobs for the landlords."

The other villagers who had also made money heartily agreed.

Meanwhile, some villagers who had come to buy tofu had heard about this earlier in the morning. They had already mentally calculated the potential profits and were tempted. However, they hesitated, afraid they wouldn’t be able to sell everything and it would backfire. They had decided to wait and see how the others fared. Now, hearing these success stories, they felt this business was indeed viable.

Immediately, they expressed to Zhao Dong their desire to join the tofu-selling venture.

Zhao Dong initially wanted to refuse. Only five people had signed up to sell tofu the previous night. However, that very morning, several quick-witted villagers had heard the news and approached him at the crack of dawn, also wanting to join. Zhao Dong had then stipulated a condition: if they joined, only one person per target village could sell tofu. After some discussion amongst themselves, they proposed several villages where no one was selling yet, though these were a bit farther away. But since they suggested these villages, they were likely familiar with the routes. If they quickened their pace, it would be manageable.

Now, with ten people already involved, there were practically no nearby villages left unclaimed.

Zhao Dong was about to refuse again, but considering social dynamics, he couldn’t be too blunt. I need to be careful with how I say this, he thought. So, he said, "It’s not impossible to join. However, to avoid vicious competition and protect the interests of our current partners from our village, only one seller is allowed per target village. So, if you can find new, unassigned villages, then it’s fine."

Upon hearing this, everyone nodded. They felt there would be no issue working with Zhao Dong, as he clearly considered his partners’ interests and not just his own profit. This made those villagers even more eager to join. They began suggesting village names one by one, but every village they mentioned was already taken. In the end, they discovered that only very distant, unassigned villages remained.

At that moment, they deeply regretted their earlier hesitation. Why didn’t we seize the chance? they lamented inwardly. Now, they could only watch as others made money.

Then, Zhao Dong had an idea. He turned to Shi Tou, Zhang Qiang, and the others, saying, "By the way, when you go out to sell tofu, could you help me buy some soybeans? The current market price is ninety-eight coin money per stone. I’ll give you one hundred coin money per stone."

Zhang Qiang immediately slapped his chest and declared, "Brother Dong, don’t worry! Leave it to me!"

The others also quickly agreed, saying it wouldn’t be a problem.

Zhao Dong thanked them profusely.

Noticing that the villagers who had missed out on selling were looking disheartened, Zhao Dong had another idea. He turned, went inside, and brought out the tofu residue from his home, asking if they’d like to take some home to stir-fry. He even explained how to prepare it.

"My wife has stir-fried this before, and it’s delicious. Why don’t you all take some home and give it a try?"

The villagers’ faces instantly lit up. They thanked him repeatedly, praising his business acumen and generosity.

After sending off the last group of villagers, Zhao Dong rubbed his face, stiff from smiling so much, then turned and closed the door.

Lately, with so much tofu being made, there was a lot of tofu residue. We’ve given some away, but there’s still so much left, he mused. We can’t possibly eat it all. The pigpen at home is empty... Maybe I should raise a few pigs.

When Sun Mei returned from the school and heard from Zhao Dong that they still had to make another one hundred and fifty-odd pounds of tofu and two hundred bowls of tofu that afternoon, her expression immediately soured. It was rare for her to lose her temper, but she flung her bamboo basket to the ground and plopped down angrily on the bench under the tree.

"Making three hundred pounds of tofu day in and day out? Not even an ox could stand it! I’m not doing it anymore! Let whoever wants to do it, do it!"

Zhao Dong couldn’t help but laugh. He knew his wife was just venting her frustration. He quickly went to comfort her, "Now, now, dear. Think about it—that’s the sweet sound of copper coins clinking!"

Sun Mei, her face still taut, remained silent.

Zhao Dong tried again, "How about this? Why don’t you resign from your job at the academy? Now that we have the tofu business at home, your resignation wouldn’t arouse any suspicion."

Sun Mei hesitated. Truthfully, the job at the private school doesn’t pay much, she thought. But I quite enjoy cooking for the children. In my past life, I really wanted to be a kindergarten teacher... Even though this isn’t quite the same.

"Sigh!"

Sun Mei sighed. It’s all for the copper coins, all for survival, she conceded internally. "Fine," she said aloud. "I’ll talk to Country Gentry Wei tomorrow. Did you bring back the soy milk?"

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