As a result, Qiao Xiaomai finally left Zuixian Building with three taels of silver and a hundred copper coins, thrilled. Qiao Changshun was quite pleased, too.
One tael of silver for one pound!
"Xiaomai, let me take over making the dried tofu in the future?" he asked, rubbing his large hands excitedly.
Whether he was out collecting wood or weeding the fields, his legs were always a burden. Making the dried tofu required only watching over the stove, which was quite easy for him.
"Alright." Qiao Xiaomai nodded.
She hoped to make as much silver as possible from the dried tofu before Zuixian Building could figure out how to make it themselves.
The family of three returned home, where it was not yet noon.
They still had a few dozen pounds of bean sprouts left at home which they could sell in the village. She filled a basket with two pounds and started heading towards the Tong Family.