Chapter 530: No way to survive
"Hey!"
Gao Fushang sighed, but still cheered up and continued to hawk, all the way home.
When we arrived at home, the smoke from everywhere had already fallen for a long time, and meals had been prepared at Gao Fusheng's home.
Pancakes made of tofu residue mixed with flour, and tofu soup stewed with cabbage that was just planted in summer.
Gao Fusheng's stomach was already full of hunger. He parked the car, picked up the cake and stuffed it into his mouth.
My wife, Mrs. Tang, was very discerning and insightful to deal with it.
Seeing that there was still a lot of tofu left in the tofu basket, Tang also sighed, "Is there so much left today?"
"Yes." Gao Fusheng replied in a deep voice, "We all went to buy the tofu made by Wufu Workshop, saying it is better than our tofu."
"Then I'll soak less beans later." Tang said, "How about we lower the price of tofu?"
"I guess it won't be of much use." Gao Fusheng sighed again, "I went to buy tofu today and met Lao Liutou. I asked him how his business was, and he was very worried. He said that even if the price was cheaper, he would just buy it. There are not many people, and they also say that people are very picky these days. Even if it is cheaper, those people think it is not bad and are willing to buy something with good taste. ”
"If we lower the price a little bit, we probably won't be able to sell the tofu. If the price is too low, we won't make any money. Even if the business is okay, it's still a waste of time and it feels unnecessary."
"Then what should we do?" Mrs. Tang was extremely worried.
The parents-in-law are in poor health and cannot do much work, and the three children are still young. The whole family relies on the two of them to earn money by grinding tofu.
If this tofu cannot be sold, the whole family will really suffer from the northwest wind.
"I don't know..." Gao Fusheng was also worried.
He learned to grind tofu from others when he was ten years old, and started selling tofu by himself when he was thirteen. This business lasted for more than ten years. If he was suddenly asked to do something else, he really had no clue.
Seeing that her husband had no choice, Mrs. Tang suddenly felt depressed in her heart. After a moment of silence, she couldn't help complaining, "This government has really fallen into the eyes of money. They even want to rob the people of their livelihood. What a black heart!”
"You can't say that. I heard people say that this workshop is not owned by the government. The shares are sold to the people, and the money earned by the workshop is also distributed to the people who bought the shares." Gao Fusheng explained, "Yes. , and said that this workshop is also to accommodate the refugees who have fled from famine, so that they can have something to do, so as to avoid causing trouble everywhere and causing instability. "
"It's not like you said, just trying to steal our business."
"Don't care what the reason is, it's just not good to force us to have no way out now!" Tang felt aggrieved, especially when she saw so much tofu left in the tofu basket, her tears were falling.
Tofu has always been freshly ground and sold. Not to mention overnight, even if the tofu is made in the morning in the middle of the night, people will pick and choose it and say that the tofu is not fresh.
And now that it is a hot day, the tofu cannot be stored even more, and it will be even harder to sell at night.
Even if he were left to eat by himself and soaked in water, he wouldn't be able to last for two or three days.
And there was so much tofu left that I couldn't finish it in two or three days, let alone eat it.
Furthermore, if the tofu cannot be sold out tomorrow...
Tang felt that the days to come were like the sun sinking deeper and deeper. At night, it would be pitch black without any light.
Not seeing hope is the most saddening thing. Gao Fusheng knew his wife was worried, but at this time he didn't know what to say to comfort her, so he could only sigh.
Tears are always the most useless thing. After crying, life must go on.
Mrs. Tang wiped the tears from her face, cut the tofu in the tofu basket into large pieces, took them one by one into a wooden basin, and soaked them in cold water to extend the edible period of the tofu as much as possible.
Gao Fusheng put all the rice into his mouth in a few mouthfuls and hurried to help.
The couple was busy when someone came to the door.
It was Lao Liutou who grinded tofu and sold it together with him.
Old Liu Tou is forty years old. He lost his wife a few years ago and is a widower. He has two sons and a daughter. Now they are all married. The two sons in the family do not have a very stable job and they rely on financial support. Others work as part-time workers to make ends meet.
Life is not easy for everyone, so although they are enemies in the same industry, they also understand and sympathize with each other, so the relationship between the two families is not bad.
"Uncle Liu is here." Gao Fusheng hurriedly moved the bench, "Have you eaten yet?"
"Eat, eat." Old Liu Tou sat down and put the tightly tied oil paper bag on the table, "I just bought a few pieces of peach cake at the street corner."
"Uncle Liu is so polite. We are overjoyed if you are willing to come and sit with us. If you want anything else, please take it back and give it to the children." Gao Fusheng declined hastily.
Peach cake is made with both oil and eggs. It is not cheap, and it is crispy and delicious. It is suitable for all ages. It is a very popular snack nowadays.
But it is not something that can be eaten all the time. It is usually only used as a gift when interacting with each other.
"What are you talking about? It's not enough to bring a few pieces of peach cake to the child. If you don't accept it, you will be dissatisfied with me because I don't have enough." Old Liu Tou was angry.
When Gao Fusheng saw this, he stopped refusing and just said thank you, "Thank you, Uncle Liu."
"Uncle Liu, why are you here now?"
"The tofu business at home is not going well, and I feel depressed and panicked, so I just wanted to come over and chat with you."
While talking, Lao Liutou looked into the wooden basin and saw that the tofu cubes in it were almost popping out. He sighed, "It seems that your place is not better than mine."
"Yes, business is hard to do." Gao Fusheng also sighed, "I heard someone say today that the Wufu Workshop will soon grind more tofu and open more shops selling tofu. In the future, the tofu will be even more Can’t sell it.”
"I've heard about this too. They're planning to make it hard for us all to eat." Old Liu Tou's eyes were a little red as he spoke, "I've been relying on this craft for a lifetime, and now I can't sell it all of a sudden. It’s a shame. Apart from that, I feel very unhappy.”
"It's okay here. Even if I don't sell tofu, I have two sons and two daughters-in-law. They make a lot of money and I can eat and drink. But here, there are old people and young people. If the tofu business can't go on, , how do you live your life? ”
Gao Fusheng didn't answer, but sighed again.
He really didn't know how to live.
"This yamen is also very capable. Even if they want to make money for the people and resettle the refugees, they have given this name and don't care about the life and death of us people. Is this really going too far?"