The next morning, Luo Yong went to see the beans as soon as he got up and made sure they were almost soaked.
After breakfast, he picked up the wooden basin and planned to go to the village to grind the beans.
At the south end of their village, where most of the houses are concentrated, there is an ancient well.
There is a grass pavilion not far from the well.
There is a stone mill in the pavilion.
If the villagers want to grind beans, rice and noodles, they all go there.
Luo Yong was walking on the dirt road in the village with a wooden basin in his arms.
Although he had poured out all the water in the basin, leaving only the beans, it was still very heavy in his arms.
He started sweating and panting before he walked far. , the wind was blowing on my body and it was very cold, I stepped on the bumpy dirt road with one foot deep and one shallow, just hoping to get to the place faster.
Siniang and Wulang each followed behind carrying an empty bucket.
Siniang was doing better, but Wulang was obviously struggling.
Luo Yong looked back a few times, intending to help him get the bucket and carry it himself.
However, he really doesn't have much strength in his body.
This body has just recovered from a serious illness a few days ago and is still quite weak now.
"Sanlang, you are going to the well."
The three of them were walking on the road.
On the side of a slope, a young man carrying a hoe came down.
He looked about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a tall and strong figure.
That's the expression on his face.
A little dull, without the cheerfulness of young people.
Following Luo Sanlang's memory, Luo Yong recognized this man as the eldest son of the Yao family, whose name was Yao Maoyun.
He was one year older than Aunt Luo and was eighteen years old.
The Yao family and the Luo family lived close to each other and had a relatively good relationship in their early years.
The eldest son of the Yao family and the aunt of the Luo family were both outstanding among the young men and young ladies in the village, so both families were somewhat interested in getting married.
Later, Aunt Luo married Lin Wulang.
On the one hand, people went to higher places.
Compared with the Yao family, the Lin family was indeed much richer.
On the other hand, it’s because of Yao’s father.
Yao's father, like Luo's father, both fled here from other places.
Over the years, they have taken root in this small mountain village.
However, Yao's father himself has many ailments due to the diseases he suffered in his early years.
As he gets older, As time went by, each attack became more and more difficult, not only costing money, but also quite annoying.
I also had a bad temper and always cursed at home.
For this reason, in the early years, before the aunt was married, Luo's father and mother Luo often told the aunt and the two mothers that the Yao family was not a good match and told them to stay away from Yao Dalang and Yao Erlang.
Later, Aunt Luo married Lin Wulang, and the relationship between the Luo and Yao families gradually became distant.
In the past few days since Luo Yong woke up, he had heard Siniang whispering to him, saying that in the disaster this summer, the Yao family was also affected by rice seedlings.
Yao Dalang and Yao Erlang were buried, and they were dug up later.
Yao Dalang was fine. , Yao Erlang disappeared.
"Yeah, go to the well and grind some beans.
Dalang is going to the fields," Luo Yong said with a smile.
He had a good impression of Yao Dalang, but given the situation of the Yao family, it was normal for Luo's parents not to want their daughter to marry into such a family.
"I just looked around and saw that the plots of land on the slope were gone.
Next year we will have to open up some new plots of land for planting."
Yao Dalang said, reaching out to take the wooden shed in Luo Shou's hand.
"I'm sorry to bother you."
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The other party obviously meant well, so Luo Yong didn't refuse.
It was really difficult for him to hold the wooden basin.
"It's okay."
Yao Dalang has a strong body, so this thing is really not a problem for him.
Luo Yong turned around and took the barrel from Wu Lang's hand, then reached out and patted Siniang's shoulder, asking her if she could lift it.
Siniang grinned and told him that she could lift it, as long as she thought about the delicious food she had to make at home today. , this little girl's heart was filled with beauty, and her excitement and anticipation were all written on her face.
After winter, there is not much work in the fields.
Many villagers have to sleep until three o'clock in the morning before getting up.
By the time they have had breakfast, it is almost noon.
If the weather is good, they can go outside to bask in the sun.
Winter is always leisurely, especially when there is no shortage of food at home, the villagers seem very comfortable.
The men gathered together in groups to talk about farm work, the women sat around twisting twine, and the children in the village ran around the village in groups, huffing and puffing, not afraid of the cold.
This morning, as soon as many villagers got up, they heard that Luo Jiasanlang was grinding beans in the grass pavilion, saying that he was making a kind of food called tofu.
Then some people didn't even bother to eat, so they rushed there to watch the excitement.
After going, there were some who came with rice bowls.
They stood outside the thatched pavilion, listening to Luo Sanlang talking about various ways to eat tofu, while putting rice into their mouths, eating with relish.
Even the job of grinding beans was taken over by someone.
Previously, Luo Yong was standing by the millstone, adding a few spoons of beans and a few spoons of water to the millstone from time to time.
Later, even this job was taken away by the women in the village: You My health is not good and I am tired from standing all the time.
It is better to sit aside.
We can finish this work casually.
Then someone quickly brought him a maza from home and said, "You just said that bean curd is also delicious.
What does bean curd taste like?"
Luo Yong told them: "The tofu pudding tastes similar to egg custard.
It has a tender and smooth texture.
If you like sweets, you can sprinkle some sugar in it.
If you like salty things, you can add some sauce."
"For these things, you all heard what the merchant said about whether it is difficult to make this tofu."
At this time, the villagers had become very interested in tofu.
"This tofu is not difficult to make.
It just needs a primer.
Without this primer, the tofu cannot be made."
It's good to be interested, but Luo Yong is afraid that they won't be interested.
"I've heard that you need a guide to enter the city, but I haven't heard that you need a guide to make food."
The villagers were all talking.
"It's strange that some doctors in the city need to use a medicinal primer when prescribing medicine."
"Sanlang, do you have this introduction?"
"Of course."
Luo Yong said with a smile.
After grinding the beans, the villagers happily went to Luo's house to watch Sanlang making tofu.
The ground soy milk was also picked up by a strong man on a pole.
The wooden bucket containing the soy milk was hung by the strong man on both ends of the pole with a rope.
He walked briskly and the wooden bucket swayed slightly, but the soy milk in the bucket did not spill out at all.
The skill of Luo Yong in carrying the load was impressive.
Very impressed.
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When he returned to his courtyard, Luo Yong did not hide it.
He entered the kitchen and started making tofu in front of everyone.
Of course, everyone also helped.
The filtered bean juice is put into the pot and boiled.
As the temperature rises, the aroma of the bean juice soon spreads in the small courtyard.
At first, it has a bit of grass-like astringency, and the more it is cooked, the more fragrant and fragrant it becomes.
The thick white bean juice was tumbling gently in the pot, which made the villagers marvel at it.
They ate beans all day long, but they never thought that the beans could be so delicious.
While cooking, skim off the foam and stir a few times from time to time to prevent the bottom from burning.
Cook until the heat is almost done, then pour in some water to cool down, and then the main event begins.
The villagers saw Luo Jiasaburo bring out a bowl of something like water from the next door house, slowly pour it into the pot, and slowly stir the slurry in the pot with a spoon.
After a while, they saw the slurry slowly condense out. flocculent "This is the bean curd."
Luo Sanlang took out two bowls of bean curd from the pot.
There was neither sugar nor any other decent seasoning at home, so he had to scoop two spoonfuls of salted beans from the jar and put them on top: "Sister, brother-in-law , you eat and see first.”
Luo Yong brought two bowls of bean curd to Aunt Luo and Lin Wulang.
When they heard that Sanlang was making tofu at home today, they also came to see what was going on.
Lin Liulang also came with him, and Luo Yong also gave him a bowl.
There were many people inside and outside the house.
Luo Yong made a few more bowls of bean curd and handed them out.
There was not one bowl for each person.
There was only this little tofu curd in total.
How could he make tofu after they had finished eating, but at least he could taste it.
The freshly cooked tofu pudding is hot and exudes the aroma of beans.
Although there are not many condiments, it is still very good to eat.
After the villagers tasted the hot tofu, they basically believed what Saburo said before about tofu.
Everyone was filled with emotion.
They all said that Luo's father was a far-sighted man, and the entire family had to tighten their belts to find a scholar.
Many of them have lived in this small mountain village since they were born.
If it weren't for Luo Sanlang, they might never know what tofu tastes like in their lives.
Now that Luo Sanlang has the skills to make tofu, coupled with the money and power of the Lin family, he thinks he will be able to make a fortune in just a few years.
The reason why the Lin family is rich is not because they know how to make vinegar.
The quality of the vinegar made by the Lin family is average, and because of its low price, there are some local markets.
Although there is no huge profit, over time, the Lin family also has some industry.
Not long after, the finished tofu was carried out of the house.
Because there were no suitable tools, today the tofu was simply pressed with a basket at home.
Put a piece of linen cloth in a clean basket, pour the tofu into it, tie the cloth, and put a pottery jar on top to press it.
Under the heavy pressure, water continued to seep out of the linen cloth.
After a while, the tofu also It took shape.
When he was grinding beans before, Sanlang said that the tofu made today would be distributed to the neighbors to thank them for taking care of the Luo family in the past few months.
At this time, the tofu was ready.
No matter whether the Luo family had taken care of it or not, they were all gathered around the yard waiting for Luo Sanlang to distribute the tofu.
There were also some attentive people who had brought pots and bowls from home early and were waiting there. .
Who would have thought that before the tofu started to be divided, Saburo dropped a bombshell into the crowd, directly decimating many of his neighbors.
Luo Sanlang told everyone that since the disaster happened this summer, their family has relied on the support of their neighbors.
Although he is awake now, he is still a weak scholar who cannot lift his shoulders or lift his hands.
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In the future, Everyone needs to continue to take care of him.
Now he has skills, but he suffers from not having a decent labor force at home.
"If any neighbor is willing to help me at home for a month, I will teach him how to make tofu."
There was an uproar in the yard, and the neighbors whispered among themselves, but no one stood up for a while.
A pie fell from the sky.
It was so big and came so suddenly that I didn’t know whether I should reach out to catch it.
"Then tell me, we can make the tofu starter ourselves," someone asked loudly.
"It can be done."
Luo said concisely and concisely.
The Luo family had no labor force, and everyone saw this, so some villagers thought that Luo Sanlang would cooperate with the Lin family.
But in fact, when it comes to making tofu, Luo Yongda never thought of cooperating with the Lin family from the beginning.
For Luo Sanlang now, making money and building character is the top priority.
As for the Lin family, once his side is established, Aunt Luo will have a backer.
Naturally, there is no need to look at people's faces when living in the Lin family.
If the Lin family has been kind to them for more than half a year, then they can slowly figure out how to express their gratitude and repay their kindness.
It is not impossible to cooperate in business, so there is no need to show them to their door now and let others rub them. gd1806102: