Food starts with Mapo Tofu

When Chen Nian was thinking about whether to return to his old business, he suddenly thought of another thing, that is, beans are needed to make tofu, and beans naturally need to be bought.

It takes five catties of soybeans to make one catty of tofu. If it is replaced by soybeans, one catty of soybeans can make three catties of tofu. Because the water contained in these two kinds of beans is different, the required amount Also different.

Now the price of soybeans outside is much higher than that of soybeans, and the overall cost of making tofu with soybeans is lower.

But now the market situation in the Daqi Dynasty is that one penny can buy about three catties of soybeans, and the price of tofu is generally one penny a piece, and the weight of a piece is about half a catty.

That is to say, if you buy [-] catties of soybeans by yourself, you need ten cash, and you can make about six catties of tofu.

These six catties of tofu can be sold for twelve renminbi, which is only two renminbi.

In this day and age, if you save a little money, it will be enough to feed yourself regardless of taste and nutrition.

But here comes the question again, where can I get this initial capital of ten coins?

Don't look at the small amount of money. For the rich, they may be too lazy to pick it up when they fall on the ground. For the poor, it is terrible. As the saying goes, a penny is hard for a hero.

Although Song San sells offal every day, he doesn't really earn that much money.

As for cleaning the large intestine and the like, it's just a bit smelly at best.

After hearing the voice, Song San immediately opened his eyes, put on some clothes and entered the yard.

Even if Mr. Song left because of the ruin of the Wang family himself, who knows if Mr. Wang's accident was overcome by someone?
"It's not easy!"

Seeing that he couldn't get rid of it, the housekeeper sighed and said, "It's not that our master got a big fat boy again. The master concluded that this young master must have the talent for reading. Seeing that the young master is about to be a hundred days old, so he decided Let's go out and ask from door to door, find a hundred people who can write, write down the name of the young master, make a hundred characters, and ask for auspiciousness.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help feeling sad again.

"Forget it, if you think about it in the past few days, with the amount of knowledge in my mind, I don't believe I can't find a way to make money."

"Yes." Chen Nian nodded, it was indeed not easy.

Although old man Song San definitely still has some savings in his hand, it is definitely impossible for him to ask for it from old man Song San, and it is enough that he is willing to take him in, and it is unreasonable to take money from him.

After all, even the offal is bought from the butcher, at most the price is cheaper, but the offal soup made by Song San is also not expensive, and he can earn seven or eight yuan a day.

Open the door and see that it is the butler of Master Xu's house.

Sometimes life in a small place is hard, and in such a big place, everyone knows who you worked for, and people can find out if you ask.

"You're asking me all the time. Tell me what's wrong. You can't lose a piece of meat if you say a few words. Why do you need to find someone who can read? There is still a shortage of someone who can read in your master's house." ?”

Since you're going to be here, you have to do all these jobs, understand? "Song San said, quite like a master, thinking that when Mr. Song was a cook in a rich family before coming, he must have had some fellows under him.

After returning home in the morning, Chen Nian began to help Mr. Song San chop firewood.

"What's the matter?" Although the other party's status is higher than that of Song Laosan, Song Laosan has nothing to fear because of his age, so he asked again at the top of his voice.

You have to wait until the afternoon to buy offal from the butcher. After all, they must be selling whole pieces now, so the price is naturally more expensive.

"Engong, when I was selling offal soup, I heard them say that you used to cook for rich people, so you must be very good. Don't rich people pay special attention to their meals?"

"It's okay, it's okay, it's useless to tell you. I searched your house and couldn't find a big word. I'd better ask someone else's house." But when the other party said this, Song San couldn't help being curious .

Song San shook his head: "It's easy to say. Although a cook is a craft, it depends on whether he wants it. If there are young people, why should they look for an old man like me? And I came from Master Wang's house, Master Wang Although it has nothing to do with our servants to go in after committing a crime, who in the rich family doesn’t want to seek good fortune?”

If there is a better choice, people are definitely more willing to find the young one with a clean resume.

Also remove living expenses.

But Chen Nian thought about his current physical condition, and he definitely couldn't do these jobs in a short time.

After eating at noon, they planned to rest for a while, but at this moment someone knocked on the door suddenly.

"Understood!" Chen Nian said.

"Or go to work for some taverns?"

The main reason is that the first pot of gold is not easy to earn.

"Isn't this Song Laosan's house? Forget it, I knocked wrong." When the housekeeper saw that it was Song Laosan who opened the door, he patted his head and said that he had a bad memory. How could he ask Song Laosan about such a thing? home?

It's just that here it is necessary to deal with the internal organs alone.

Hearing this, Song San turned his head and took a look, as if he had seen through Chen Nian's careful thinking, and said with a smile: "That's all happened in the past, but the rich people really pay attention to food, ordinary people can't even eat food Well, there are granaries in their yards, and the meat that we can't eat is eaten casually, and the meat is stewed every two days, and those of us who are servants can occasionally drink soup secretly."

This doesn't work either. Generally speaking, taverns want to recruit long-term workers, and it's best to be able to eat and live in the tavern. In case the guests who stay at the hotel have something to do at night, they can greet them.

"In the afternoon, you go with me to the butcher to buy offal, and then I will teach you how to wash it, but I have to tell you in advance that offal is very smelly, you have to deal with it well, otherwise it will be cooked. Pot of noodles soup, not to mention selling it for a penny, no one wants to pay for it.

Money is needed to buy firewood, money is needed to buy food, everything needs money.

So until noon, what they ate was still the same as yesterday, except that the steamed buns were replaced with hard pancakes.

After Chen Nian thought about it, this is true.

Although the taste is bland, it is enough to be full.

Chen Nian definitely doesn't have the time. He still wants to help Mr. Song San deal with the miscellaneous things. After all, if he wants to stay here, he has to show more performance.

If Chen Nian was allowed to farm the land, he might not be able to grow it. After all, he had never done this kind of work before, but he did it every day.

"Anyone? Is anyone home?"

"Or do coolies?"

"That's great, but why don't you become a cook now, Mr. Eunuch? It stands to reason that with your cooking skills for rich families, you should be able to find people who want to cook for others now."

Although he was indeed illiterate, he also wanted to know what the other party was here for.

But there is no one in your family who can write, so don't drag me, I have to ask other people's family, I have to finish this matter in a few days. "

When Song San heard this, he scratched his head: "I've heard of Baijiayi and Baijia quilts, but I haven't heard of Baijiazi. Will you give me money for this thing?"

"Here, I can write a name, twenty coins, but you can't make money, if the master is not so particular, it's fine, I let you watch and draw a picture, but the master said, write it out The handwriting is beautiful, this is going to be posted."

Song San was very moved when he heard the twenty cents, but he really couldn't earn the money. Just when he was about to close the door, a shout came from the yard.

"Twenty characters for a name? I can write!"