Stalls can be set up near the square gate, which is also good news for Le Zitao.

The previous shop was all supported by Le Shuhua, because of the identity of the widow and the beauty of Le Shuhua himself, coupled with the gossip of the three aunts and six mothers-in-law, which of the men who came to buy tofu was not spoken? So, as soon as the murder happened, those people were all in danger, for fear of being contaminated with the bad luck of the tofu shop, so they naturally took a detour.

Now, if the tofu shop wants to be revitalized, Le Zitao can only start from scratch, and everything depends on herself.

Well, if you want to make a name for yourself, a good position is crucial.

Le Zitao asked the people about setting up a stall.

The eldest man told her that she could set up a stall here, but she had to pay 150 yuan a month, which translates to 5 yuan a day, which needs to be paid in one lump sum, which is why no one in the workshop has set up a stall here, after all, paying 150 yuan at once is not a small expense.

I sold forty-one articles today, and if I save for three more days, will I be able to make it up?

Le Zitao looked forward to it, thanked a few people, collected the empty bowls, took back the wooden board from Jiang Yu's hand and went back to the shop.

Behind him, there was the sound of the fangs laughing and laughing and making fun of Jiang Yu.

Le Zitao was helpless, but she could only act as unaware, anyway, the original owner was indeed unaware.

Back in the shop, Le Zitao cleaned the empty bowl and put it in the empty basket on the side.

Following the morning, the shops on the street opened one after another, and more people came out to buy groceries and shop, and two old women also came to the tofu shop to buy tofu.

"Ah Tao, can you taste it first?" These two, one surnamed Zhou and the other surnamed Zhao, are both old customers of the tofu shop, but both of them are cheap-loving masters, and their ability to do right and wrong is very powerful.

"Of course." Le Zitao smiled, she came just in time, she was still worried that no one advertised for her, they were very good people first.

Le Zitao generously cut off two slices of tofu, today's tofu, mixed with space water, and slightly adjusted the proportion, compared to yesterday's touch on the break, today can be said to be Q frozen, the water is tender, according to a little elastic.

Mrs. Zhou took it with a smile, and stuffed it in one bite, only to bite a few times, her cloudy eyes suddenly lit up, and she looked at Le Zitao directly, muttering in her heart: Yesterday I heard that the tofu made by this little girl is not good, but tomorrow is the fifteenth, this tofu is indispensable for worshipping Buddha, and she will not come here with Mrs. Zhao, but she didn't expect this tofu ......

"Grandma, how's it going?" Le Zitao smiled and handed over another piece.

"Not bad, it's better than what your aunt made, and I'm still sweet when I eat it." Mrs. Zhou nodded appreciatively, and her eyes fell on the tofu block again, the meaning was very obvious.

"Grandma, do you want to make some offerings to the Buddha?" Le Zitao pretended not to understand, "I read the book that it is said that the Buddha must be sincere, so that the Bodhisattva will see your sincerity, and the gift of a penny can return you very much." "The things used to burn incense and worship the Buddha really can't be paid by the family, otherwise, this worship is also in vain, this point, Zhou Pozi and others are naturally clear, and Le Zitao is not nonsense.

"Give me ten pennies." Mrs. Zhou thought about it, untied the money bag from her waist, and picked it out for a while before she took out ten cents, put it on the table with some pain, and her eyes fell on Le Zitao's flat shovel.

"Okay." Le Zitao neatly shoveled down two pieces of boxy tofu and handed them back with dried lotus leaves, turned his head and said to the Yue Pozi on the side, "Grandma, what about you?" ”

Mrs. Zhao was more generous than Mrs. Zhou, and counted twelve texts.

Le Zitao glanced at it, smiled and sent two large pieces, and put the remaining half of the tofu that had just been cut into Zhao Pozi's basket.

Mrs. Zhou's eyes turned, she didn't say anything, she waved her hand at Le Zitao, and the two walked away hand in hand.