Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm

“If we can’t make tofu, we can do something else,” Qiao Xiaomai said with a grin.

“How about soybean stew with pork feet?” Qiao Dami tilted his head, his big eyes sparkling brightly.

That dish is so aromatic and delicious!

“Alright,” Qiao Xiaomai agreed, a fond look in her eyes. She reached out and pinched his cheeks. “What else do you want to eat? Just say it out, we’ll buy it all today.”

“Really?!” Qiao Dami’s eyes widened with delight.

“Really!” Qiao Xiaomai laughed and nodded.

With a look of pure joy, Qiao Dami began to count on his fingers, “Chicken legs, pork feet, sugar toys, ribs, fish soup, Glutinous Rice Cake…”

Qiao Changshun, who had drifted off, snapped to attention and promptly intervened, “We can’t buy all of that! We won’t be able to eat it all, we won’t be able to eat it all.”

Though Qiao Xiaomai had just closed a significant business deal, it had involved trading their tofu recipe for land.

The silver they currently had was largely the profits from the recent sale of tofu and bean curd. They still hadn’t paid the spring tax, they needed to hire people to harvest the wheat, and without the tofu business, they couldn’t afford to splurge like this.

It’s not possible. It’s not possible.

“Let’s just buy chicken legs for now.”

They had just had a wild chicken yesterday. Eating meat and white flour every single day was a far cry from the days where they could barely fill their stomachs. This kind of diet was pure extravagance.

Qiao Xiaomai didn’t know what Qiao Changshun was worrying about financially. Seeing the light dim in Qiao Dami’s eyes, she quickly interjected, “Dad, the money is with me, I’m the one who decides.”

Qiao Changshun choked in surprise, then advised with much earnestness, “Now that the tofu recipe is sold, we won’t have steady income coming in. With just the land, it will be some time before we see returns. You need to be careful with the silver in your hands.”

“We will have income. If we can’t sell tofu or bean curd, we can sell bean sprouts.”

“Bean sprouts?”

Qiao Changshun and Qiao Dami echoed in surprise. What were those?

“They are the tender shoots that come out after you soak the soybeans in water. They are edible. I tried them in secret before. They tasted good,” Qiao Xiaomai explained.

Yesterday, Shen Bai had offered to make way for her in the markets of Bailu Town, or even the whole Huai’an County. But after a night of consideration, she had decided to stop selling tofu and bean curd, and planned to switch to selling bean sprouts and dried tofu skins instead.

Bean sprouts, that was easy, she had made them herself before.

As for dried tofu skins, it would be trouble-free too. Dried tofu skins are simply the skins that formed on the surface of the cooling soy milk. You could pick them out with chopsticks or your hands, dry them, and voila – dried tofu skins.

Compared to tofu and bean curd, Qiao Xiaomai personally liked dried tofu skins more, whether they were stir-fried or used in soup or hotpot, she loved them all.

But this would require patience and was more troublesome than tofu or bean curd. With her current pot, mass production was impossible. She planned to accumulate more first, then sell them at sky-high prices.

Aside from bean sprouts and dried tofu skins, she could also make dried tofu.

Dried tofu, as a kind of snack, was more popular than tofu.

Furthermore, she could marinate tofu and sell dried tofu, which was quite a popular snack in later periods.

Of course, the most common one was deep-fried stinky tofu.

All in all, just using soybeans, she had several ways of making money. Qiao Changshun really didn’t need to worry about their daily income.

“Dad, don’t worry. Though we’ve sold the tofu and bean curd business, we can still make money every day in the future. Feel free to eat and buy, we won’t be short of money.” Qiao Xiaomai waved her little hand, reaching into her basket and grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds.

“Here, eat these as we walk, don’t worry about them being wasted, I’ll buy ten or eight jin when we get back!”

From today onwards, her identity will forever be three words: Rich Woman.