Reborn Nongmen's little lucky wife

Chapter 125

Gu Jinan was not surprised to see Gu Dexing.

"Brother Dexing." Gu Jinan greeted him as usual, with just the right smile on his face, without complacency, showing off, or looking down on him.

Gu Dexing is a few years older than Gu Jinan, and taller than Gu Jinan, but at this moment, Gu Dexing looks at Gu Jinan's smile, but feels ashamed.

An Ge'er's smile was too frank, which made him ashamed, and felt that his actions to stop him were the actions of a villain.

Gu Dexing lowered his head.

Seeing this, Gu Jinan didn't ask him why he stopped him, nor did he leave, but just stood there and waited.

After a long time, Gu Dexing asked Gu Jinan: "What did Shang Xiucai teach you today?"

Gu Jinan took out a book from the cloth bag he was carrying, and handed it to Gu Dexing: "It is the Analects of Confucius in the Four Books. My husband asked me to copy the book, saying that my family is poor, and it would not be worthwhile to spend money to buy books. Copying books instead, not only You can get familiar with the contents of the book and get a new book for free.”

"The master also said that I study to test my fame, and the Tongsheng exam is not difficult. As long as you memorize the Four Books and Five Classics, you can take the Tongsheng exam, so I started from the Four Books."

Gu Dexing was shocked, he didn't expect Gu Jinan to say such a thing.

He thought that based on the experience of Gu Jinan's family being looked down on since childhood, Gu Jinan must be very taboo to say that his family is poor, but Gu Jinan didn't care at all, and just said that his family was poor and couldn't afford books, so he copied books.

Then there's... Shang Xiucai knew that Gu Jin'an was studying to test his fame, and the purpose was so snobbish, yet Shang Xiucai was willing to teach him.

"Is Shang Xiucai not angry?" Gu Dexing asked.

What he said was endless, but Gu Jinan understood it. He smiled and said, "Why are you angry? What do poor people study for? To put it bluntly, it is to test their fame, gain power, and protect their family members. Mr. said, this is nothing Unbelievable."

What Gu Jinan said shocked Gu Dexing again. He never thought that Shang Xiucai was so different from the husband he met in his hometown.

The gentlemen in their hometown would not allow them to say that studying is only for the sake of fame. Once they said that, the master would scold them for being impure in mind and polluting the sage's handed down books.

Gu Jinan looked at Gu Dexing and said, "Mr. is an open-minded person. If you really want to study with him, you might as well ask him openly. It's much better than thinking wildly and being unwilling."

Gu Dexing lowered his head again, and after being silent for a while, he said, "If you ask for it, and Shang Xiucai refuses to accept it, wouldn't it be..."

"It's embarrassing?" The smile on Gu Jin'an's face remained unchanged: "If you can't even let go of this little face, why bother to be a teacher?"

He finally said: "If you want to study with your husband, you should ask for it openly. Even if you are rejected, you have worked hard for yourself, and you will not regret it in the future."

After saying this, Gu Jinan bypassed Gu Dexing and returned home.

Gu Dexing stood there for a long time, until Mrs. Chen yelled angrily: "Brother Xing, where are you using the pestle as a log to wait for it to germinate? Hurry up and go home to grind the spices! There are not many spices left, don't hurry up Mo, there’s nothing to sell tomorrow, it’s all money.”

Gu Dexing heard Chen's words, turned around and ran home.

That night, Gu Jinli cooked crystal soft-boiled pork, fried crispy pork, fried a plate of bean sprouts, plus homemade tofu and yesterday's fried bean curd, and the family had a delicious dinner, which was a celebration of Gu Jinan's formal admission to school.

Seeing that his family members are so supportive of him, Gu Jin'an is even more determined to obtain fame and protect his family's heart.

Their family had just finished eating, before the dishes and chopsticks were cleared away, several family members came, and everyone was very worried about other restaurants in the town selling fried spiced tofu.

"When I think of those shameless people selling our fried five-spice tofu, I am so angry that I can't even eat." Today Chen learned that someone in the town was also selling fried five-spice tofu, so angry that he almost smashed it with a pole. the shops of those people.

"There is also the Fugui Building. I heard from Old Doctor Wu that they used fried five-spice tofu and fried pork slices to make a dish called Jinyu Fugui. A plate sold for fifty yuan, which is really annoying."

It stands to reason that this is all their family's money, and Chen's flesh hurts so badly.

Several other families were also very worried about this, for fear that the shops in the town would rob them of their business.

But Gu Jinli said: "Uncles and aunts, don't worry, even if the fried spiced tofu is sold all over the street, we will not lose money, we will only make a lot of money."

Mrs. Chen was taken aback, and hurriedly asked: "Xiaoyu, what do you mean by that? If the streets are filled with fried five-spice tofu, who will come to our stall to buy it?"

Gu Jinli repeated what he said to the third grandpa and the third grandma in the afternoon: "If they want to make pan-fried five-spice tofu, they must buy our white tofu and seasoning spices, so the more they buy, the more we earn. Don’t be afraid at all. If you think you’re making less money, we can raise the price of white tofu and seasonings.”

"In a word, as long as we hold tofu recipes and seasoning recipes in our hands, we will make money."

After hearing this, the family members were very pleasantly surprised.

Chen said: "Hey, then they are selling tofu for us, so we can work less and make more money."

Gu Jinli nodded: "That's what it means."

She also talked about the villagers of Lianghe Village who came to buy white tofu.

"We can't stick to one stall forever. We have to change our business model. We have to start making tofu and seasonings in large quantities and sell them to other people, and let them carry the burden to help us sell tofu."

"Then let's not set up a stall in the future? That's not okay. The bean dregs cake can be sold for a lot of money in a day." Chen wanted to continue to set up a stall.

Gu Jinli said: "We can set up a stall at the same time, increase the production of tofu at the same time, and sell it to those who want to sell tofu."

The third grandfather said at this time: "The method is good, it can make us more money, but where do we have so many people?"

"Making tofu is hard work and requires a lot of hands. Now we have to make tofu, sell stalls, grind spices, and open up wasteland for farming. It's the middle of February now. , The seeds will be planted in half a month, and this manpower is simply not enough."

Gu Jinli said: "Third Grandpa don't have to worry about manpower, we can hire people to do the work."

When the third grandfather heard that Gu Jinli said that he wanted to hire people to do the work, he was a little worried. He was afraid that the people he hired would have bad intentions and ruin their tofu business. play tricks."

"Third Grandpa, if you are always worried, we can ask someone to open up wasteland first, and stay at home to grind beans and spices." Gu Jinli wanted to hire someone to open a workshop, but he knew it was impossible to convince them all at once, and now I was really too busy, and it took time to open a workshop, so I chose a compromise method.

As for this method, several families agreed, so they decided to ask someone to help open up wasteland tomorrow, and they stayed at home to make more tofu.

So the next day, the third grandpa said that he would hire people to open up wasteland.

When the people in Dafeng Village heard the news, they immediately exploded.

"Hey, did those families who escaped from the famine find gold? Are you hiring people to reclaim the wasteland?"

"He makes a living by making tofu in the town, and the business is very good. It's not like he picked up gold." Someone said sourly.

"I don't know what the wages are like? How about we ask?" There is a poor family who really wants to do this job.

"No, I'm going to you. How can there be any reason in this world for locals to work for migrants?"

When He Laoguo heard what the villagers said, he sneered: "Bah, you're all sour, what's wrong with fleeing famine? Those fleeing famine are more capable than you."

"You just don't like others. You dislike this job, but our family doesn't. Sanmiao, go, go to your Uncle Gu's house, and take over the work of opening up wasteland." He Laoguo took his own San'er and walked to Gu's house with his hands behind his back , still muttering in his mouth: "This young man doesn't pick up work, and he picks and chooses when he has a job. What's wrong with money?"

(End of this chapter)