Is someone in our village making tofu?
Secretary Xiaozu really didn't know. There's an old saying: "Three harsh tasks in the world: rowing, blacksmithing, and selling tofu."
Nowadays, anyone with a bit of labor strength in the village would rather work outside than grind tofu at home, laboring in the dead of night. No one has done it in Yunqiao Village for years, so naturally, Secretary Xiaozu didn't think of it.
It wasn't until he called Wu Lan that he found out, "No one in our village grinds tofu anymore. No matter how tiring it is, it's still a craftsmanship. In the past, it wasn't easily taught to outsiders — Sancheng, Sancheng! Is there a family named Huang on Shitou Slope that used to sell tofu?"
Over the phone came Song Sancheng's distant voice: "Yes, the family is indeed named Huang. He often carried his load from one village to another — their tofu was well made, and in each village, several big brigades would buy it, usually selling out by midday."
