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Song Yi no longer had to set up the stinky tofu stall. Not long after he started selling stinky tofu, sales started booming, and it became everyone’s favorite snack.

Sometimes, people could not even buy stinky tofu if they wanted to. Many had asked Song Yi about it. There would be a long line every day when he pushed the cart.

Many foreigners visited Teng He Town but sometimes missed out on buying stinky tofu. They were unlike the local townsfolk and had traveled by boat to get to town and would often only have one to two days of rest.

Su Binglan knew how famous stinky tofu was, so she thought of another way to sell it. She hired people to sell it, but the workers did not work directly under her.

Instead, she wanted people to be franchisees and use the name Su’s Stinky Tofu. She intended for them to use her methods of making and selling stinky tofu.

The franchisees would need to spend money to buy tofu pudding at the start, and then they would earn their money back with profit. Still, the franchisees would get their tofu pudding at the original price.

Su Binglan had a second option to teach the franchisees the cooking method for free while providing small dining carts per franchisee. Then they would buy tofu pudding and give 20% of their earnings to Su Binglan.

Most chose the second option. Of course, Su Binglan would not allow just anyone to become a franchisee. She only allowed five people to sell stinky tofu under her brand.

Two franchisees were in the neighboring town, and the other three were in Teng He Town. These three people had good characters, so Su Binglan allowed them to be her business partners.

Over the past month, a young couple had made plenty of money selling stinky tofu with Su Binglan’s second option. They still made a lot even after deducting the 20% and costs.

The couple was grateful to Su Binglan. They would not be where they were if it were not for her. Although the couple had gotten busier, they could still earn

money.

Moreover, they could pack up when it was dark. The couple was full of smiles whenever they saw the long line of customers as they could earn more if they got more patrons.

Nonetheless, Song Yi was responsible for delivering goods to the five franchisees. He was no longer as tired since he did not have to set up a stall to sell stinky tofu. He only had to deliver goods now. Furthermore, Song Yi had much more free time while earning money.

Although uneducated and illiterate, Liu Qiao’s parents liked his job. He also worked under Su Binglan, had free time to care for his parents, and did not delay his house duties. Moreover, Song Yi was truly dutiful and treated Liu Qiao exceedingly well.

Mrs. Song also worked in Su’s Embroidery, earning quite a bit monthly. Since Mr. and Mrs. Song only had one son, Mrs. Song kept the money she had earned for Song Yi.

Liu Qiao’s parents were satisfied with this and were willing to let their daughter be with Song Yi. Otherwise, Liu Qiao’s parents could have been arrogant because their daughter was literate and sensible.

Also, her family had a good reputation, and her brother had studied in a private school for a few years. Moreover, the family was from Su Teng Village, and Liu Qiao was a manager at the tofu factory.

They had been considering finding Liu Qiao, an excellent family to marry into. Her parents were satisfied when they saw Song Yi and silently agreed they should be together.

They were just waiting for Mr. and Mrs. Song to come and propose marriage. However, Mr. and Mrs. Song wanted to save more money to have confidence when they proposed marriage.

Su Binglan smiled. “Okay. It’s getting cold, so go home and rest after delivering the goods.”

Song Yi had plenty of free time and would only be busy briefly every day. He would typically go home to see his father whenever he finished work and sometimes brought lunch to his mother.

The oxcart he used belonged to Su Binglan, which he only used to transport goods to the stinky tofu stalls.

“Yes, Miss Su!”

Su Binglan went to Ding Wan’s house shortly after. The father and son were busy making wine when she arrived. They followed her instructions and made wine daily. Therefore, they had two large pots of fermenting wine.

The duo did not know if their method was correct, but they trusted Su Binglan and followed her instructions.

Su Fengzhang said happily, “Binglan is here.”

He stirred the rice in the pot while Su Wenxian controlled the fire. Su Binglan asked, “Are you making more wine, Uncle Fengzhang?”

“Yes, we’ve been brewing wine according to your instructions.”

The duo only thought about the wine’s sweet taste whenever they made it. Su Binglan was capable, and the duo always felt the wine they made based on her methods was more delicious.

Su Fengzhang could imagine how the wine would taste whenever he looked at the enormous jars he had stored them in. They were a little intoxicating, even just looking at them. He immersed himself in the joy of winemaking.

‘When the people around us drink the wine we brewed, they will praise it endlessly. I know it’ll be good.’

Many images would automatically flash through his and his son’s minds. Their imaginations had become more vivid ever since they started making wine.

Su Binglan went in and washed her hands before helping out. After fermenting the wine in the pots, she said, “The wine we first made together might’ve finished its fermentation, Uncle Fengzhang and Cousin Wenxian. Where should we put it to see if it’s good?”

Su Fengzhang’s eyes lit up when he heard that. “It’s in the house on the west side. Let’s go. I’ll bring you in to take a look.”

After going in, Su Binglan saw many large, corked pots inside. “Are these pots filled with brewed wine?”

Su Wenxian answered, “Yes, these are the wines my father and I brewed.”

Su Binglan would occasionally visit Ding Wan’s house to check on things over the past month to check on things and give the duo some pointers on winemaking.

However, she had never been to the house in the west, so she did not expect to see so much brewed wine. She carefully walked over and looked at the pots.

“There are time stamps on them?”

“Father said we’ll know which wine we brewed on what day if we write down the time.”

Su Binglan laughed. “You’re very attentive, Uncle Fengzhang. As expected, I’m most relieved to leave the winemaking matters to you and your son.”

Su Fengzhang was a little embarrassed as he said, “I-It’s nothing. I like to drink, so it’s exciting to make wine. I want to drink the wine I made, after all.”

Su Binglan leaned close to the jar and sniffed it, saying, “Uncle Fengzhang, come and smell it. It should be close to its final stages, so we’ll start the distillation process later.”

Su Fengzhang and Su Wenxian were puzzled. A potent fragrance spread out when Su Binglan opened the cork.

Su Wenxian took a whiff and said, “The smell of wine is so good.”

Su Fengzhang looked intoxicated when he smelled it. He looked at the wine in the jar and became excited. ‘W-We genuinely brewed our own wine..’