Day and night alternated.
After breakfast, Chu Xuhua and Li Zhangjie, each accompanied by two workers, left to deliver goods. With their departure, the Chu family's day became busy.
Li Qingyu stopped Chu Qingzhi, who was preparing to go to the workshop. "Qingzhi, do you need soybeans? If not, when the soybean collector comes, I'll sell them, okay?"
Soybeans? Of course, they were needed. "Mother, how many soybeans do we have?"
Li Qingyu sighed, "The harvest wasn't good this year, only about three hundred catties."
"Keep them, Mother. I'll use them to make soybean paste." Soybean paste could be used in dishes like steamed fish, braised eggplant, braised pork trotters, and noodles - all very delicious. The soybean paste itself was also tasty, definitely sought after by restaurants.
Li Qingyu readily agreed, "Alright."
