C141 Tofu is not easy to sell

Mian Niang often thought that life was like this. To put in a lot of effort and earn twenty percent of it, that was already a blessing in disguise.

However, knowing the truth, did not mean that they would not be disappointed when there was a huge difference between rewards and rewards.

Sending tofu from door to door, Mian Niang sent over a whole plate, almost two-thirds of it, only half of it remained on the plate. Mian Niang complained in her heart that she had cooked too little, but it was already too late to do anything else.

She quickly came to the realization that if she made less, then she would make less. If she didn't sell enough, then she would make another plate tomorrow.

Since Mian Niang did not go to the Mei Family village, naturally, the Gu Village would not go either.

He rushed the carriage to Han Wu Zi who was at the north side of Tian Jia Wan.

Han Tuo has many residents, if it is easy to sell, a plate of tofu is not enough.

Mian Niang originally thought that she would be able to return home in a while, but she quickly realised her mistake.

Those who knew her after selling her tofu for three months definitely knew more than she did.

In the past, he had asked her about her and the Mei Family first before selling the tofu. He asked her if she had really retired from his family, and what was the reason for that.

This was still considered good. However, what was even more excessive was the kind of person that would spit at her …

He swore very straightforwardly, "Shameless!" Yes.

There were also those who saw her pulling their children away in a hurry, exhorting them, "That is a bad woman without any sense of shame, yet she is still showing her face after she has been separated from us."

The man approached her and frivolously asked if her Elementary Scholar husband was truly inhumane.

There were two families that were kind enough to pick up her tofu but were evasive, as if they were afraid that someone would find out about their relationship with her.

When they came out, the filigree told her not to be scared, that she had to be tough and not be bullied.

However, he didn't tell her what he would do if so many people bullied her.

After driving away the frivolous man, he choked back those who had insulted him for his shamelessness, then circled around Han Du once, only to sell him four pieces of tofu.

He could only hurry to the next village.

The situation was worse than Han Du. He didn't sell a piece of tofu and was hit by some rotten cabbage thrown by a few children.

Mian Niang brandished her whip and wanted to scare away these children, but didn't want to be caught red-handed by the adults in the house. This mother was only a daughter-in-law that was around twenty years old, and had such a sharp mouth, even more powerful than the tofu hyacinth.

Beside him was a large group of idle bystanders, all sorts of remarks and comments made.

Mian Niang did not want to continue watching others make fun of him, and suddenly understood that she was not the only one defending this issue.

Since he didn't want to stay here forever, he could only leave.

As Mian Niang walked in front, she was at the back jumping up and down with her hands on her hips and shouting, "Pah! The tofu made by a slut crab woman is filled with the smell of a fox river crab, who wants to buy your tofu? The tofu you made should not be able to be sold at all and be stinky at home! You even dare to bully a child! "

Mian Niang suddenly turned her head and stared at the wife.

The girl's ice-cold gaze pierced her, and she instantly forgot what she had to say. By the time she thought about it, Mian Niang was already far away, and in order to save face, she had no choice but to chase after him and scold him a few more times before bringing the child home unwillingly.

The stubbornness in Mian Niang's bones appeared at an untimely moment. If it was anyone else, she would have gone back in the car at this time. Be more sensible, she might as well not be tofu, and appear in public with people ridiculing her.

But she wouldn't, she had to sell the tofu on the car.

Following that, they walked four to five more villages before finally selling the tofu. In between, they met no less than the previous two villages. When they met that shameless guy, she would even raise her hand to play with the crabs, and she wouldn't be polite. The whip lashed out, pulling the little river crab's face with no mercy.

No matter how sad he felt when he turned around, he had to maintain his pride and dignity in front of others.

It was already afternoon by the time the tofu was completely sold. He took a long detour before finally returning home. The room was icy cold, with only a small piece of warm water under the blanket.

He drank a bowl of warm water and went to the kitchen.

The brick bed in this room had turned cold, and the brick bed in my mother's room was not too hot either.

The day was short, so three meals was changed into two meals. Dinner could only be eaten when Song Zhien, who had gone to school, returned.

There was no hurry when it came to cooking, so he handed over the money to Madame Song and Li. )

Madame Song Li counted it twice to confirm that there was no mistake and kept the money. She did not ask why she came back so late and directly sent her out.

She didn't want to see her daughter at all.

Ah Niang's cold and estranged look made Mian Niang feel as if she had instantly returned to the small courtyard in Mei Family. The same thing happened to tofu hyacinth back then, but she only spoke a little more than the Ah Niang.

However, it did not sound too nice.

With cornbread seed s, they cooked cabbage and stewed potatoes.

He looked at the fire and picked at the beans.

After the pot was boiled, Song Zhien carried his schoolbag and entered the courtyard.

The child wanted to eat the tofu that Sis A made in the morning. Seeing that it was the potato stewed cabbage, he was a little unhappy and acted coquettishly with the Sis A. He would definitely eat the tofu that she made in the morning.

Mian Niang laughed bitterly: "Right now, I think only you are saying that the tofu made by Sis A is delicious."

Song Zhien did not understand, and he did not want to say much.

He cleaned up and prepared to eat.

Song Zhien followed his mother to eat lunch in the house. Mian Niang carried the bowl and ate a mouthful of the cornbread seed s in the kitchen.

Thinking about how he still had to go sell tofu tomorrow, Mian Niang couldn't help but be worried.

After dinner, he would go and fetch some water. He had to fill up both the water vats.

He had changed his mind when he was soaking the beans. The beans that were originally made into three plates of tofu had only been soaked in two plates.

When he lied on the brick bed tonight, Mian Niang thought to himself that he would go out and sell it another day. He hoped that he would not be like today.

The next day he got up early as usual, a quarter of an hour earlier than the day before, and by the time the chickens were crowing, the donkey had already begun to grind.

The night was long and the day was short. At this time, other than the occasional cacophony of chickens and dogs, there was nothing else to hear in the entire village.

A small oil lamp illuminated the small bean curd. Under the dim light, there was the silent Mian Niang.

Before the tofu even finished, Song Zhien crawled up from the brick bed and rubbed his eyes. The first thing he saw was his mother, who was sitting on the brick bed and thinking about something. Then, he saw a blurry figure in the courtyard.

He was afraid that his mother would stop him and not let him go.

Madame Song Li did not stop him. It was unknown whether it was because she did not make it in time or because she did not want to stop him at all.

Very quickly, the child ran back with a bowl in his hand. In the bowl was the tofu brain that had just come out of the wok, and Mian Niang sprinkled the salt onto it.

He placed the tofu brain in front of Madame Song and looked devoutly and hopefully at his mother.

"Mother, try it. It's delicious!"

"I don't eat it. I don't like eating this. Good son, you eat it yourself."

"It's fine, Mother. I left this bowl at Sis A for you."

The child was so stubborn that he did not even look at the others' faces. He did not understand that his mother's rejection was a genuine refusal. He only thought that she was unwilling to eat it and held the spoon next to her mother's mouth like a spoiled child.

Madame Song Li was forced into a corner. She opened her mouth wide and swallowed the tofu brain.

"How is it, it's delicious right? Mother, let me tell you, the tofu made by Sis A is delicious, the tofu brain must be delicious too."

Madame Song Li didn't know how to explain her difficulties to her youngest son, so she could only helplessly nod her head.

He put on his clothes and was about to go down to the ground with his walking stick.

Song Zhien immediately asked her what she wanted to do.

"Mother, go burn the brick bed."

She did not want to eat the tofu brain that Mian Niang made, nor did she want to eat the food that Mian Niang made.

However, the meal had to be eaten, and the tofu brain couldn't be wasted. She couldn't bear to disappoint her youngest son with the look in his eyes, so she could only do things within her capabilities.

After Song Zhien heard this, his eyes flashed as he pushed her back onto the brick bed.

"Mother, don't move. I'll go burn the brick bed. I can't help you with anything else. I can do that."

However, every day, other than feeding the chickens, sweeping the floor, cleaning this room, the work at home was all under the control of the Sis A, so there was no need for him to do it. Now, he had finally found an opportunity to work.

The scene of Sis A burning the brick bed while carrying his rice bowl. After pushing Mother onto the brick bed, Song Zhien immediately ran to the kitchen.

Seeing the smoke rising from the chimney, Mian Niang pursed her lips, feeling more and more that even if she had suffered a little, a little scolding would still be worth it.

Even if her mother didn't like her, but in her pure brother's heart, she was still a good big sister.

With the tofu brain, Mian Niang didn't cook anything else in the morning, she only heated up the remaining cornbread seed in the pot.

After barely eating a piece of cornbread seed and eating a bowl of tofu brain, he rushed the donkey cart to circle around the village. After selling off half of the plate of tofu, Mian Niang dragged the remaining tofu and headed towards another village.

Probably because he was mentally prepared, this time, when he met with those things again, Mian Niang did not feel so uncomfortable.

Since she could not defend herself, then she would no longer try to defend herself. The more she described, the more others would not believe her. She just firmly sold her tofu.

When he met a rogue, he would whip them away mercilessly.

He ignored the taunts and insults, just shouting his own tofu.

It was only until nightfall did they sell tofu instead of a plate and a half. Fortunately it was already cold, and there was no fear of the tofu turning sour did Mian Niang look at the sun and quickly drove home.

However, before he could get home, he saw a big horse tied to a tree in front of his house.

Before seeing anyone, Mian Niang recognized that it was the Gu Clan's horse with a single glance, and her heart immediately sunk.