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Chapter 165: Chapter 166 My Dad is Rotten Meat_1
Qiao Duo’er thought for a good while before speaking, "No matter how much of a scoundrel Tan Zhengyuan is, he’s irreplaceable in Da Ya’s and Er Ya’s hearts. Otherwise, those two girls wouldn’t be this heartbroken."
Er Ya blinked her eyes, "So my dad is that piece of bad meat, right?"
"That’s right, smart girl!" Qiao Duo’er said as she ruffled Er Ya’s head.
Er Ya spoke earnestly, "Mom, older sister, since dad is the bad meat, we need to cut him off, or else the other meat will go bad too. If it all goes bad, it’ll be the death of us."
Hu’s Clan nodded hastily in agreement, "Good, we’ll listen to Er Ya and cut him off." 𝓃𝓸𝓋𝓹𝓾𝓫.𝒸ℴ𝓶
"Good, from now on, we don’t need dad to come back home," Da Ya also agreed.
"You can rest assured, mom will do lots of work from now on and won’t let you go hungry," Hu’s Clan said seriously.
Without the Tan Family’s land, the three of them, mother and daughters, would still be fine.
Da Ya nodded, "Mom, I’ll help you with work too, and we will have a good life together!"
Da Ya and Er Ya both understood, and their spirits naturally lifted, though there was still a significant gap from their usual selves.
But this is only human, to let them think it over gradually. They would come to realize that losing some people is actually a blessing.
And losing that person wasn’t because they were lacking, but because the person in question was blind to their worth.
The next day, just before noon, Tofu Zhang delivered tofu. Zhang Ziwen helped carry some items.
"Yesterday, my Ziwen told me you wanted ten jin of tofu skin, so I hurriedly made some. It’s just that the sun was so high, it only dried up around this time," Tofu Zhang said somewhat embarrassedly.
Qiao Duo’er checked the tofu skin and, although it was made in a rush, the quality wasn’t lacking at all.
"It’s no problem. I don’t need them until the afternoon anyway, so a little delay is okay. How much is everything today?"
Qiao Duo’er noticed Zhang Ziwen following behind Tofu Zhang, still hanging his head, just as shy as the day before.
Tofu Zhang replied, "Ten jin of tofu, fifteen jin of dried tofu, ten jin of tofu knots, ten jin of tofu skin. Oh, the tofu skin is four wen per jin, so just give me a total of one hundred and fifty wen."
Qiao Duo’er nodded and went inside to get the money.
Doing business these days doesn’t involve much scheming, especially with the straightforwardness of the local villagers.
In the afternoon, when Qiao Duo’er and her family arrived at the market, they found the queue longer than usual by thirty percent, all there for the tofu skin.
The tofu skin had a bean aroma, and it was delightfully springy to eat, especially with the seasoning. It simply couldn’t be any tastier.
The key point was that after finding out the price, everyone went even crazier—it was only four wen per jin!
The boatman looked at what Qiao Duo’er had set out and couldn’t help asking, "Hey, why aren’t you selling steamed buns and filled buns anymore?"
Qiao Duo’er was taken aback. She sold steamed buns and filled buns just to crush Tan Zhongzhong and Li Clan, and now that they have been thoroughly defeated, the issue had slipped her mind.
"We’ve just been too busy to manage it," she said, brushing off the question.
The boatman said helplessly, "Ever since I’ve had your family’s steamed buns, I can’t swallow anyone else’s."
Seeing his reaction, Qiao Duo’er was moved.
In the future, she could have Hu’s Clan help make buns in the afternoon, and she would raise her wages a bit.
Currently, with not much money in hand, Hu’s Clan was constantly on edge.
If Hu’s Clan could earn more silver coins and buy some land sooner, she would be more at ease.
The stall was busy, and Qiao Duo’er’s thoughts were quickly jumbled.
In just a quarter of an hour, all the tofu skin had sold out, while the previously most popular pig intestines had only sold half.
