Lin Qingqing sighed secretly in his heart. Dealing with people from such towns is far less common than the inhabitants of villages.

The more books they read, the more knowledge and etiquette they know. However, sometimes, they will also listen to Lin Qingqing from various side-to-side ways, as they do now.

Naturally, as people who have read books, they don't do anything too out of the ordinary, but constantly asking questions that will make her offend others makes Lin Qingqing feel tired.

In the evening, after a day's work as a tour guide, Lin Qingqing directly boiled a pot of hot water and soaked himself in hot steam.

In fact, the reason why Lin Qingqing was masking was not to create any mysterious image or anything like that, but more because he was worried that the assassins who assassinated him knew that he was still alive.

Thinking of this, she touched her chest, the wound that had healed and disappeared, and put her hand down for a long time. If it weren't for the visitors from these towns, Lin Qingqing might have forgotten the past. Among them, the news that Zhao Kuangyan was stabbed to death was also exchanged.

Lin Qingqing only found out about it shortly after arriving in Jiangle Village. Now, she had forgotten how she reacted when she first heard the news, but even now, when she remembered the news, she still went limp.

For Lin Qingqing, he slept and was a good man the next morning.

Before the rooster made its first rooster crow, Lin Qingqing had already come to the tofu shop.

"Hello hostess!" A few sporadic employees in the tofu shop said.

"Everyone's fine." Lin Qingqing greeted everyone while inspecting the tools of the tofu workshop.

Although it may seem like there are few people now, it is only after a cup of tea that the work will begin to be in full swing. Therefore, now is the most important time for cleaning.

This kind of safety and health issues, Lin Qingqing has always personally inspected, and the tofu workshop, which is the most prone to problems, has become the place where Lin Qingqing inspects the most.

Lin Qingqing carefully inspected the sanitary condition of the utensils and the ground, and after finding that there was no problem, Lin Qingqing walked out of the gate of the tofu factory, and happened to meet the rising sun in the mountains.

At this time, it was still dark red, and a light red mist was sprayed around it, which merged with the mist exhaled by Lin Qingqing.

People often say that there are three hardships in life, supporting the boat to strike iron and sell tofu. The traditional seller of tofu is much more miserable than Lin Qingqing. They try it by getting up in the middle of the night to make tofu and then sell it in the early hours of the morning.

However, even at this time, it is unimaginable for the villagers of Jiangle Village. Except for the busy farming season, the villagers usually sleep until the sun is drying their buttocks. From this point of view, they are much happier than Lin Qingqing.

"It's been really cold lately." Lin Qingqing exhaled and said. "Isn't winter coming?"

"Miss Lin, winter hasn't arrived yet, but the weather in Jiangle Village is relatively early and cold, and the people in the factory also let you wear more clothes on weekdays." The one who spoke was a young man in a green shirt and a plain face, standing on Lin Qingqing's right side, holding a piece of clothing in his hand.

As soon as the young man finished speaking, a cold wind blew, blowing away the heat he had just brought in the tofu shop. "Whoa——, it's cold." Lin Qingqing said tremblingly.

But the young man still stood quietly, as if he didn't understand the meaning of Lin Qingqing's words.

"Xiao Ming, can't you just give me the clothes?" Lin Qingqing said helplessly.

Only then did the young man shake off the coat on his hand and put it on Lin Qingqing's body.

This person's name is Hua Ming, and I heard that he was a candidate who was rushing to take the exam, but he had been in Jiangle Village for so long, and he hadn't seen him studying.

"Let's go, let's go see how the fields are doing." Lin Qingqing said.

After speaking, Lin Qingqing walked in the direction of the field, while the young man behind her followed silently.

After briefly inspecting the fields that had harvested most of the fields, Lin Qingqing walked back with Hua Ming, and then walked by her tofu shop.

Recently, Lin Qingqing can be said to be destitute, and it can even be said that he is so poor that he can't open the pot. As the weather slowly became colder, fewer and fewer people came to Jiangle Village, and Lin Qingqing simply closed half of the storefront.

However, the business of the tofu shop has not decreased but risen, and a long queue has begun to form at this time of the day.

"Hello Miss Lin!" An old man from Jiangle Village greeted her.

"Hello Uncle Zhang." Lin Qingqing replied.

These people are not villagers from Jiangle Village, they are all from the next village, and they came for the tofu when Lin Qingqing was in the store. came and went, and became familiar with Lin Qingqing.

When the weather was getting colder and colder, Lin Qingqing found that tofu was even easier to sell. It is true that a bowl of hot tofu soup is indeed a good helper to dispel the cold, but it is also related to the new varieties of tofu that Lin Qingqing continues to promote.

But after all, you can't make much money selling tofu, and no matter how much tofu you sell, it can't support the expenses of the other three stores. Although she also thought about raising the price, this tofu is a daily food after all, and the impact of a little price change on sales is very huge.

"Ah, I'm so stupid, I knew winter would come, but I didn't know it would come so quickly, and I bought a restaurant, and now I haven't even earned a lot of money for materials......" Lin Qingqing just came back from his inspection, he sat on the chair and said to himself.

"Miss Lin, why are you so frustrated, you want to open some, didn't you complain earlier that you didn't have time to rest?" Hua Ming, who was behind Lin Qingqing, said with a smile.

Hua Ming smiled sweetly, if it was a girl who had never seen it, I was afraid that she would be attacked by his smile. But Lin Qingqing can be regarded as an old bird, ignoring the unique charm he exudes.

"Xiao Ming, why can you speak so lightly. Aren't you going to Beijing to take the exam? Isn't the imperial examination about to start now, why are you like no one? Lin Qingqing asked dissatisfiedly.

"If you can't catch up, you can't catch up, and even if I'm hurrying now, I can't get there before the exam starts. It's better to stay in this village for a year and then go to the exam. Hua Ming said unhurriedly.

"Then you're afraid that you will have to take the imperial examination for two years? The steadiness of the boy is really terrifying. Lin Qingqing looked at Hua Ming's leisurely appearance and said.

"I don't care about my business, but I want to ask Miss Xia Lin what she wants to do? If this continues, before the beginning of spring, your store will be sold for replacement, right? Hua Ming asked.

"What's worse than this, the current sales volume of tofu is simply not enough to support the expenses of the tofu mill and the mill, and when the time comes, I am afraid that even these three things will have to be used to pay off the debt."

"And what are you going to do?" Hua Ming asked.

"What else can I do? Isn't it reasonable to use money to smash and use money to smash the way to make money? Lin Qingqing said with a smile, but his tone was already a little broken.