I transmigrated into a farming novel and started with a campervan.

Li laughed loudly a few times, and the others laughed along with her.

Wang Yiyi slammed her hand on the table in anger: "Stop laughing, we need to make money."

If she guessed correctly, following the typical plot of farming novels, there would be droughts or floods next, followed by man-made disasters. They were already poor, and if they didn't make money now, they would really starve in the future.

Li laughed until tears almost streamed down her face before saying, "My dear daughter, no one in our family, or even in our village or town, knows how to make tofu. It's a family recipe passed down through generations. Who would teach you? You don't need to worry about making money. Your father and I will take care of that."

Wang Dashan also chimed in, "I'll figure out how to make money."

Only Daya asked earnestly, "Third Sister, can you make tofu?"

Wang Yiyi nodded confidently: "The immortal will teach me how to do it."

Although she didn't know how, she had a lot of books in her RV and a tablet full of ebooks, so finding a way to make tofu wouldn't be a problem for her.

She simply put down the bowl, went into the room, lay down on the bed, and her consciousness went directly into the room.

I searched through the pile of books and flipped through the tablet, and sure enough, I found a way to make tofu for her.

Li thought she was angry, so she went back into the kitchen and fried an egg for her. Just as she brought it into the room, Wang Yi rushed out.

She shouted, "I know how to make tofu now, big sister! Come with me to the mountain, we'll dig up some gypsum. Dad, hurry up and make a mold."

Li was startled: "Why are you acting so impulsively? Hurry up and eat this egg."

Wang Yi took the egg, ate it in a few bites, and then pulled Daya to leave.

Li quickly stopped them, saying, "It won't be long before it gets dark. What are you going out for? Let your father come along, and let your eldest brother make the mold."

Big Head followed along, asking, "What kind of mold is it? What's it used for?"

He was exhausted from the day on the mountain and didn't really want to follow his little sister around fooling around.

Wang Yiyi: "For making tofu, you just need to make a square wooden frame."

As soon as she finished speaking, she dragged Daya out the door. Li gave Wang Dashan a push, and Wang Dashan quickly followed.

Once they reached the foot of the mountain, Daya finally found a chance to speak: "What are you doing digging up plaster?"

"For making tofu," Wang Yiyi replied as she searched in the bushes.

She remembered that there was plaster here.

Seeing her earnest expression, Daya believed her to some extent and parted a patch of grass: "Look, isn't this it?"

Using the method taught in the book, Wang Yi first examined it and then scratched it with her fingernail to confirm that it was indeed plaster.

She knocked off a small piece and tucked it into her sleeve: "Go back."

Wang Dashan had just arrived when he saw her picking up a small stone and asked in surprise, "You came all this way just to pick up this little stone?"

Wang Yi nodded: "Don't underestimate this small piece; it's the key to making tofu."

After thinking about it, she knocked on a few more, since buying them would cost money anyway.

When the group returned, Li was helping Da Tou find a piece of wood.

Wang Yiyi took out the plaster from her pocket: "Mom, we need to turn the plaster into calcined plaster, and we also need to soak the beans. We'll grind the beans first thing tomorrow morning, and then we can make tofu."

Holding the plaster cast, Ms. Li was somewhat bewildered: "How did this turn into calcined plaster?"

"Just boil it in a pot until it turns white, then grind it into a fine powder."

"Alright, alright, it's just a matter of a few pounds of beans, I'll do as you say." Looking at Wang Yiyi's energetic face, Li decided to let her have her way, just to make her daughter happy.

Wang Dashan, however, somewhat believed that Wang Yiyi could make tofu, so he took over Datou's job and helped make the molds.

The family worked late into the night to prepare the plaster and molds.

The next day, when Wang Yi got up, Li and Wang Dashan had already ground all the beans.

Wang Yiyi instructed Li step by step according to the book, and Li dared not hesitate and strictly followed Wang Yiyi's instructions.

An hour later, the tofu was successfully made.

Mrs. Li looked on incredulously: "This is tofu?"

Wang Yi took a bite and recognized the familiar taste. She nodded emphatically, "This is tofu. If we keep it in water, it will last for several days. Let's take it to town to sell."

"Yes, I'll sell it." Li was so excited that she was almost incoherent. This tofu was so precious, she naturally couldn't bear to eat it.

She weighed the tofu; it weighed twenty jin (approximately 10 kg). She exclaimed excitedly, "Four jin of soybeans can make so much tofu! Wow, that's incredible!"

Daya asked from the side, "How much should it cost per pound?"

Wang Yiyi calculated: "Two coins per pound, I suppose."

She didn't know how much tofu cost per pound in the city, but soybeans cost 5 coins per pound. If it was too expensive, ordinary people wouldn't be willing to buy it. If it was too cheap, she wouldn't make much money. This price was considered reasonable.

The Wang family didn't know the price of tofu in the city, so they agreed to Wang Yiyi's price.

Li exclaimed in surprise, "My God, how much money can we make? Two coins per pound, two pounds is four coins, twenty pounds would be..."

She counted on her fingers for a long time but couldn't figure it out. Er Ya chimed in, "Forty coins."

Li blushed with excitement: "Forty coins a day, how much money would that be in a month?"

"One tael and two mace of silver," Er Ya replied.

Li fried the soybean dregs for breakfast and urged Wang Dashan to hurry up and sell them on the street.

It was Wang Dashan's first time selling tofu, and he was both nervous and excited. After discussing it, the whole family went with him.

When we arrived, it was already broad daylight, and there were already quite a few people on the streets.

Wang Dashan found a place selling vegetables, but after a quarter of an hour, he hadn't sold a single piece, and not even a single person had inquired about the price.

They didn't go to the city; they sold it in the town. Wang Yi checked and found that there were no tofu vendors in the town.

Why isn't anyone asking? That doesn't make sense. She plans to ask someone.

She had only taken two steps when she realized the problem. The seven of them standing there looked more like they were looking for trouble than doing business. Plus, with Wang Dashan and Wang Datou's physiques, who would want to come over?

"Father, Mother, you take my eldest and second brothers to the side first, leave this to us."

Li was doing business for the first time and didn't know what to do. Upon hearing this, she quickly pulled her husband and son to the other side.

Wang Yiyi then directed Daya and Erya to shout, "Tofu that tastes better than meat, two coins a pound!"

His shout attracted quite a few people.

Daya was in charge of weighing, Wang Yiyi was in charge of packing, and Erya was in charge of collecting money. In less than half an hour, the tofu was sold out.

Mrs. Li was overjoyed: "They really sell! Let's make more tomorrow!"

Li's confidence soared, and she went straight to the rice shop, using all the money from the sale to buy beans.

Wang Yiyi wanted to burst into laughter; she had finally found a way for her to make money.