Chapter 3 Ask for money and collect it yourself

Ding's mother can't make tofu, so she only helps Ding's page. Ding Page mastered the main process of making tofu smoothly with the memory left by me. After being familiar with it for a period of time, the taste of the tofu is excellent, which is comparable to my craftsmanship.

Dingjia has been making tofu for generations, and it also has a certain reputation among neighbors, so the usual business is also good. Not only can they support their mother and daughter, but they can even have some extra money.

However, since the last incident, business has plummeted. Some girls who have not left the cabinet will even walk around her house, for fear of getting a bad reputation and ruining their own reputation.

The mother was busy, and Ding Rou also came over and leaned against the door to see that her mother and sister were busy, but she didn't even mean to play a hand.

Ding Page would call her for help at the beginning, but Ding's mother always said that Ding Rou had never done this kind of rough work, and she did not agree with Ding Rou to help. Ding Rou was very happy and didn't want to do this job in her heart.

Ding's page also admitted his fate. Since he took over this body, he also took over her life. Originally, this family was supported by me, but now that she has come, she can't be lazy and slippery.

Ding's mother originally wanted to ask Ding Rou to cook breakfast, but as soon as she looked up and saw that she was wearing a light pink thin cloth skirt today, which could not be dirty, she gave up that thought and only said, "Jooer, why are you dressed so beautifully today?"

Ding Rou rolled her eyes at Ding's page and pouted, "It's difficult to sell our tofu. If I don't wear more beautiful clothes, will I wait to starve to death?"

Although Ding Rou is young, she is two years younger than Ding Page, but she is extremely shrewd. At present, the finances of the Ding family are in her hands. On weekdays, Ding Page and Ding's mother are responsible for making tofu, Ding Page and Ding's mother take turns selling tofu, and Ding Rou is doing the work of collecting money.

At the beginning, Ding Page was extremely dissatisfied with such an arrangement. It was not that she was unwilling to work, but the current situation made her feel that Ding Rou was the master of the family, and she and Ding's mother were like a long-term maid, which really made her feel a little uncomfortable.

However, when she first arrived, something like that happened again, and there was really no excuse or reason to ask Ding Rou to hand over the silver. Fortunately, Ding Rou is not the kind of person who spends money indiscriminately. She even saves money in various ways and is very good at living. Of course, that kind of money is only saved by Ding's mother and Ding Yizi. She is never willing to let herself suffer.

Well, Ding's mother and Ding's page are wearing old coarse clothes, while Ding Rou is wearing good fine clothes. Ding Page once turned over his own wardrobe, and there was no good clothes in it, and many clothes were patched. Ding's mother's clothes are similar to hers. They are all from many years ago, but Ding Rou is different. She must make new clothes every season.

Of course, it makes sense for Ding's father and mother to treat their two daughters differently.

Ding's page looks ordinary and can't be found in the crowd of people. His brain is still a little stupid, and he can never calculate the accounts. Ding Rou is beautiful, with a goose egg face, apricot eyes and peach cheeks. When she smiles, there are two dimples on her cheeks. No one who has seen her does not say that she is beautiful, and she is smart and clever, and she is also a good at calculating.

In this way, Ding Rou, a beauty, naturally became the heart of Ding's father and mother, and Ding's page became a role like a maid at home. After Ding's father passed away, Ding Rou took the opportunity to take over the financial power of the Ding family. Since then, she has been very soft to buy clothes and jewelry. Originally, there was still some savings at home, but after two years, it had been squandered by Ding Rou.

Ding's mother is soft and kind-hearted. She is reluctant to scold Ding Rou. The daily income of Jia's family is good, so she doesn't care about it. Just think that the things Ding Rou bought are dowry for herself, and she will be given a dowry for her in the future. Anyway, there are only two daughters in the family. They are not given to them. Why do they keep them?

Ding Page did not answer her words, knowing that she was now angry with her because of the decrease in revenue at home.

Ding's mother did not scold Ding Rou when she heard the words, but coughed gently, sighed, glanced at Ding's page, and did something.

Ding Rou looked at it for a while and felt bored, so she went back to the hall.

After another half an hour, the tofu and beans had been done, and they were all put in a wooden basin and put in one place.

Ding's page spent time cleaning the workshop again, and Ding's mother went to the stove to cook breakfast.

Ding's house is also a small quadrangle courtyard. The southernmost house on the street has been converted into a shop. The two rooms in the east are a stove and the other is a utility room. The two rooms in the west have been demolished into a workshop for making tofu. There are three rooms in the north, and a room in the middle is used as a hall. The east room is used by Ding's father and mother, and the west room is used by Ding Rou and the Ding Rou sisters.

After breakfast, Ding Page and Ding's mother set up the pergola outside the shop, set up the shelf, and put the prepared tofu and dried bean curd on it, which is up to the customer to choose. Ding Rou, on the other hand, moved a chair and sat aside, waiting to collect the money.

When a customer came, Ding Page cut a piece of tofu with a knife, and Ding Rou reached out to take the money for the tofu.

In the past, Ding's tofu business was excellent. There could be four or five pots of tofu sold every day, but it was burdened by the reputation of Ding's page. Now it's not bad to sell two pots of tofu. Those who come to buy tofu are all older people. The little lady and the girl's family will never come to his house to buy tofu.

Seeing that it was almost noon, the sun was in the sky, making people dizzy. The weather seems to be particularly hot today. Although Ding Rou is sitting under the shed, it is also very hot. Seeing that there were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the street, but half a basin of tofu had not been sold, and my heart became more and more angry.

Looking sideways, Ding Page was sitting on a small bench, fanning the wind with a banana fan in one hand. His eyes seemed to be nowhere to fall, thinking that he was distracted.

Ding Rou looked around and saw that there were no customers at this time, so she got up and walked to Ding Page. She raised her feet and kicked the bench where she was sitting. She said, "Sister, it's too hot outside. I entered the house. You sit outside. If someone comes to buy tofu, you can collect the money first and give it to me when you go to the back hall. Pay attention when collecting money, don't be less, or it will be deducted from your food.

Ding's page has come to Ding's house, and he hasn't touched the property of his family. If it hadn't been surprisingly hot today, I'm afraid Ding Rou would not have been willing to go to the back hall like this.

Ding Baozi looked up at her and regained his distracted look. The banana fan in his hand did not stop, and he said in a very flat voice, "If you want money, just wait here to collect it by yourself. Otherwise, if I collect the money, I won't give it to you."

Ding Rou has stepped into the shop with one foot. Hearing what Ding Yi said, she hurriedly turned back, blinked her eyes, and looked at Ding Yizi in surprise, "What are you talking about?"

She knew that since what happened last time, her sister had changed a lot and seemed to have become smarter, but she was still quiet, which made her unable to guess what she was thinking.

Although it was hot, Ding Yizi repeated patiently, "I said, if you want money, you can wait outside to collect it. If you don't want it, go back to rest. I will keep the money by myself."

Ding Rou was scared and said angrily, "What are you talking about? How can you care about money? Don't put it around and accidentally lose it. Sister, I'll tell you. I'll check it later. You have to give me a lot of money, or I'll tell my mother to go.

Ding Page shrugged her shoulders indifferently. The weather was too hot, and she was not happy to say too much. However, it has been a month since she came to this world. It is true that when she first came here, she knew nothing about it, so she had to swallow her anger. But even if you are a long-term worker, you will be paid, right? She is doing most of the family affairs. She is tired and doesn't have any division of money. It's simply more pitiful than the maid who signed the deed of sale. At least the maid still has a month's money.

She is not the kind of person who is willing to suffer losses. After enduring Ding Rou for a month, she is still so selfish. She knows that she cares about her own enjoyment and never thinks about Ding's mother and her.

Ding Rou said harshly and felt that Ding's page would not dare to hide money, and proudly walked to the shop again.

At this moment, an old woman with a bamboo basket on her arm walked to the stall, looked at her tofu, frowned slightly, and asked suspiciously, "Is this tofu made by your family?"

When Ding Rou saw that there was a business coming to the door, she hurriedly turned around and walked to the stall. She had a amiable smile on her face and replied with a smile, "Madam, we made this tofu at home. It's an ancestral craft. This tofu is very delicious whether it's fried or stewed soup. Would you like two pieces?"

The old woman stretched out her finger and poked the tofu. She whispered, "I'm looking at your tofu, it's worse day by day, and it's getting worse and worse."

When Ding Rou heard that the tofu was not delicious, she subconsciously stared at Ding's page, as if to say, why is your craftsmanship getting worse and worse?

Ding Page is speechless. The customer is currently, and he doesn't care about her for the time being. But now it seems that no matter how good her craftsmanship is, she can't hide the fact that beans are not good, and Ding Rou can't save money on beans.

Ding Rou naturally didn't think that the responsibility was on her. She pointed to a piece of tofu with a busy smile and said, "Well, our tofu is made by my sister. She learned her father's craft. She has been doing it for so many years. No one has ever said that the tofu she made is not delicious. Why don't you buy two more yuan today and try it? Maybe you don't think it's delicious.

The old woman glanced at Ding Page and saw that she didn't mean to greet the guests at all. She was stunned there and quietly leaned in front of Ding Rou, pouted at Ding Page and asked in a low voice, "Is that your sister?"

Ding Rou nodded doubtfully. When she saw Ding's page, she was older than her. What's the matter with this?