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Chapter 545 Bean powder? I've never heard of it. That stuff doesn't taste good.

Chapter 545 Bean powder? I've never heard of it. That stuff doesn't taste good.

Early the next morning, the people in Lao Su's family got up early and started grinding beans and making bean powder.

After dinner, Su's father followed him to set up a stall in the mountain col. Su Zizhong, Su Ziling and Su's mother went to Wangjia Village carrying two loads of bean flour.

It had been a few months since I'd been here, and the path was covered with grass again. Su Ziling and Su Zizhong were carrying bean flour, and Su's mother was leading the way, carrying a basket on her back.

"Did your grandma tell me which house it is? Is it possible that they are not home when we go there? There is no way to say hello in advance."

Mother Su was excited and worried at the same time. She read it countless times along the way. If she hadn't known that Su Zizhong was from the eldest family, Su Ziling would have suspected that he was her biological son.

But it was no different from his biological son. Su Zizhong lived with them as soon as he turned ten. At that time, he had just lost his parents and he was timid, for fear of being rejected by others.

He also knew that the reason why life at home was so difficult was because his parents took away all the family's money, so he never dared to speak.

I don't dare to eat too much. I am rushing to work every day, which makes people feel distressed.

"Don't worry, grandma. We have been to Wangjia Village several times and we still have an impression. My grandma said that their house is right on the roadside, and it is noon now, so most of the people are at home."

At noon, it’s time for everyone to go home for dinner, so it’s just the right time.

"As long as I know the place, I'm afraid I'll miss out. The road is difficult to walk, and it's not easy to come here."

Climbing all the way up, when passing Xiaopotou, Su Ziling suddenly remembered that the century-old tea trees from last year seemed to be here.

"Auntie, let's go inside and take a look when we come back later. There has been enough rain this year, so the tea leaves have probably sprouted."

"Okay, let's sell out early... No, let's come back after seeing the girl. Then we can go in and take a look."

Last year, tea accounted for the bulk of the income. Just these few tea leaves were sold for hundreds of taels of silver.

Hearing her words, Su Ziling raised her eyebrows slightly, "Come back as soon as you see it? What if the bean powder can't be sold out?"

Mother Su waved her hand and said, "Sell as much as you can. If you can't sell, take some back to eat for yourself and give some to others. But I guess we can sell them all. If not, we can sell some in the village."

I just harvested peas recently. Lao Su’s family makes a lot of bean flour, and the price is right. Everyone likes to buy one or two pieces, mix them back and eat them, make soup or fry them. They are all delicious. Very.

It was warm and then cold in February. The sun was high in the sky, but the temperature in the mountains was extremely low. Even though I kept climbing, I didn't feel hot at all.

After climbing up the hill and walking a little further in, I saw the entrance to the village.

The big tree at the entrance of the village was lush and lush. Under the tree, several old people were sitting, collecting shoe soles. Each of them held a small dustpan with needlework and rags in it.

Mother Su exhaled heavily, calmed down, and looked straight ahead, "Is this Wangjia Village?"

"Yes, their village is more secluded than ours, and there are many more people there," Su Ziling nodded. "As before, let's sell it under that tree. It's cooler there and easier to store things."

The bottom of the big tree is surrounded by stones. In order to make it easier for everyone to enjoy the shade, the stones are large and smooth, making it easier to put things.

Seeing Su Ziling and the others walking towards them with a load on their backs, the old men squinted their eyes and kept staring. They didn't ask until Su Ziling and the others arrived in front of them.

"Are you here to find someone?"

Their village is relatively secluded, and few outsiders usually come in. When I suddenly see a few strangers, my first reaction is that they are here to visit.

"Grandma, we are here to sell soybean noodles," Su Ziling put the things down, took out a bowl, and filled out the bowl of soybean noodles with a line.

Add chopped peanuts, coriander, salt, soy sauce and chili oil, and finally drizzle a little olive vinegar on it, mix well, insert a few skewers and hand it to them.

"Grandma, please try it. You may not remember that in May and June last year, my brother and sister came here to sell tofu."

When it comes to selling tofu, this group of people has an impression. "Oh~" they saw a sudden look, "I remember, the brother and sister who sold green tofu last year, right?"

"Yes, yes, yes, it's us. Grandma, do you still remember?" Su Ziling's voice became softer unconsciously, and the smile on her face was particularly sweet.

"Remember, remember, that tofu in your family is the only one. We have never seen that colorful one. It is delicious and relieves the heat."

Remember them?

Several grannies said they couldn't remember it. It had been so long, so how could they still remember it?

In addition, Su Ziling's changes in the past six months are hard to remember, but it does not prevent them from still remembering that tofu.

In May and June last year, the only ones who came to sell tofu were the brother and sister.

Su Ziling smiled and said, "Tofu is gone today, but there is soybean powder. Please try it, Grandma. This tofu will only be available in April. If you like it, I will sell it again then."

Su Ziling was chatting with a few old people, and Su Zizhong went to the side with a broken gong and beat it, shouting about selling soybean noodles.

Before this, he couldn't shout out without Su Ziling, but for more than half a year, he has been setting up a stall in the mountain col. Although he still talks very little, once he starts doing business, he becomes a different person. Same.

"Huh? This bean flour is so delicious. How do you sell it? It's still the same as before. Can I exchange it with grain?"

"Three cents for a bowl, five cents for two bowls, the price is still the same as before, you can also exchange it with grain."

Su Ziling naturally thought of using food in exchange for this, so when she went out, she specially brought a scale and a sack with her just to hold the food.

"Can I change it? Then, just wait for us. We'll go back and get the food and basins."

When the grannies heard that they could exchange for grain, they quickly stopped their work, picked up the dustpan and hurried home.

It's called walking fast and steady.

As Su Ziling said, it is noon now, and many people are rushing home to eat, or are just eating.

People passing by would come over to take a look when they heard the commotion. Some people who were close by even came out with their rice bowls to see what was going on.

"Grandma, someone is here to sell bean powder!"

"Bean flour? What is it? I've never heard of it. It probably doesn't taste good. Stop looking at it and come back to eat quickly."

"How is it appropriate to run around carrying a bowl while eating?"

"But those two people look familiar to me. They look like Sister Qing who came to sell tofu last year."

"Who? The tofu seller? I'll go take a look!"

Many people heard the sound and came over. Many people couldn't remember Su Ziling and the others, but there were also a few who remembered.

"Little girl, what are you selling?"

"Auntie, the soybean noodles sold are just made in the morning. They are fresh. You can try one. If it doesn't taste good, you don't have to pay."

Su Ziling quickly mixed a bowl and handed it to them.

"Bean flour? What is it made of? I've never heard of this name."

Although these people kept muttering in their mouths, their hands did not stop. Each person held a pick and tried to eat.

"Huh? Aren't these the brother and sister who sold tofu last year? It was you who sold the tofu last year, right?"

Someone recognized Su Ziling.

"Yes, Auntie has a good memory. My brother, I and my younger brother did come here to sell tofu last year."