In the next few days, the boy named Qiao Junlin began to work in the Luo family.
He went out early and came back late every day without causing trouble to Lin Liulang.
Father Lin and Mother Lin were very pleased.
Even the child who had been born before wanted to give birth to him early I stopped thinking about sending him home.
As long as the kid stays calm and doesn't cause trouble, it doesn't matter how long he stays.
It's just two meals a day and a separate room.
That doesn't matter.
The kid stays here and doesn't go back to cause trouble for his parents. , they can be regarded as helping the relatives over there to solve their problems.
It's not a big deal, but it's a personal favor.
Luo Yong didn't care much about this matter.
It wasn't just multiple helpers.
He had to teach people how to make tofu anyway.
One more or one less would be fine.
However, he had made some observations in the past few days and found that this kid was quite tenacious.
Making tofu was not an easy job.
In addition, in this winter, he got up early and went out early and came back late every day.
He didn't miss a day.
He doesn't leave early even when he's late, and he doesn't get lazy when he's working.
It has been less than half a month since these people first came to help, and the villagers have basically become very familiar with it.
Erniang has also learned to order tofu, and she is more accurate than Luo Yong, and the quality of the tofu she orders is more stable.
Now the job of ordering tofu has basically been taken over by her.
As for Luo Yong, he is currently focusing on opening up the market.
Although his yard is very busy all day long, in fact, he has not really earned anything.
The beans he exchanged for tofu have basically been taken and made again.
Tofu.
He had to take advantage of the month when these people were still working at his house to make and sell as much tofu as possible.
If he couldn't save anything else, it would be good to save more beans.
As his reputation spread, some wealthy households in the city have sent people to Xipo Village to buy tofu in the past few days.
This is a good start.
What he needs to do now is to open the door wider.
So spreading the various ways to eat tofu has become the current top priority.
The cooking methods these days are still relatively simple, and everyone eats very simply, either steaming or grilling, or cold salad, stir-fry, etc.
This has never been heard of in their small place.
Most of the pots and stoves are made of pottery and are edible.
Oil is also rare, and spices like fennel and pepper are very expensive.
In their Xipo Village, the better food that can often be eaten is eggs and chicken, and geese are also common.
Basically every household raises some poultry.
No one in their village raises pigs.
I have heard of people raising pigs in other villages.
However, the pigs these days are not castrated and do not grow meat quickly.
The pork they raise still has a fishy smell when eaten.
But even so, for the village For people, pork lard is still hard to come by.
Under such conditions, how to make delicious tofu is a test of the wisdom of the working people.
Unfortunately, the working people now say that they are very happy if they can eat enough.
The war has finally ended.
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Just now After living a good life for a few years, most people are relatively easy to be satisfied.
Especially in mountainous villages like theirs where productivity is low and commerce is underdeveloped, no one has seen much of the outside world and lives in a rather isolated environment.
The lower foundation determines the superstructure.
It is obviously very difficult to develop delicious tofu dishes for a group of people who have never eaten tofu since childhood.
Nowadays, everyone eats tofu in a very simple way.
Basically, they just cook vegetables and make soup.
When cooking, I cut a few pieces of tofu and put them in the pot to cook together before eating.
Before, Luo Sanlang told people in the village how to make many tofu dishes, but the materials were limited, so the villagers just listened.
Later, the Luo family started making tofu, and each family exchanged the beans for tofu.
At home, you just cut it up and put it in a soup pot, cook it with pickles and the like, and eat it.
Luo Yong has recently started to think about making some tofu dishes that suit local people.
Yesterday, he made a dish of dried tofu and pickled vegetables.
It tastes pretty good.
Dried tofu and pickled vegetables go well together.
If possible, I will dig out another one.
Add a spoonful of meat oil and cook together, it will be more fragrant.
Today he started making tofu dumplings again.
He picked a few mountain mushrooms that Erniang and the others picked in Poshan two months ago, soaked them, washed them, chopped them finely, and made dumpling fillings with the tofu.
A few salt beans ground into powder, and a little bit of Sichuan pepper powder.
The Sichuan peppercorns were bought with the help of the villagers who came to the city a few days ago.
Sichuan peppercorns are not produced locally.
They are all shipped from Bashu.
The price Very expensive.
The yard is a steaming scene of labor, washing in the water, grinding on the grinder, and cooking in the pot.
There are more than a dozen people, and no one has time to spare.
Aunt Luo and Lin Wulang are also here today.
Lin Wulang and Yao Maoyun are moving several baskets of pressed tofu to the wooden frame nearby.
The two of them are working and talking at the same time.
It doesn't seem to have anything to do with Aunt Luo.
The look of estrangement.
Aunt Luo is learning some tofu from Luo Erniang.
Erniang is already doing this job very well, but Auntie has not yet mastered it.
If someone comes to exchange for tofu, they can also receive it without having to call Saburo out every time.
This couple has been going to the Luo family quite frequently recently.
The two old people at home didn't say anything.
They were vaguely supportive.
Lin Dalang and Lin Erlang would often lead them to say something about the Luo family. side situation.
Lin Wulang was an honest man and didn't think much about anything.
Aunt Luo actually mentioned it to Luo Yong.
Luo Yong just smiled and said it didn't matter and let them go.
Then Aunt Luo said nothing more.
After thinking about it, since Saburo said it wouldn't be in the way, it definitely wasn't in the way.
Since Sanlang woke up this time, he has been a little different from before.
Aunt Luo thinks this is because the family suffered a big disaster.
The young Luo Sanlang had to shoulder the burden of establishing a family early, so he matured quickly in a short period of time. .
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However, people like Lin Dalang, although they don't say it on the surface, still have a bit of contempt for Luo Yong in their hearts, thinking that he is too young, does not know how to manage, and does not have rules.
This kind of contempt will inevitably show up in daily speech and behavior.
Aunt Luo lives in the same yard with them and sees all this.
The influence they received since childhood is different, and their mental and vision are naturally different.
Several generations of the Lin family have followed the same recipe for making vinegar, and accumulated bit by bit to build the current industry.
Over at the Luo family, Luo's father and mother sold iron to support Luo Sanlang's education.
Although life was hard, Luo's father had a great heart.
What Luo's father expected in his heart was not a small fortune like the Lin family.
As the daughter of the Luo family, Aunt Luo has been hearing and hearing things since she was a child, and her character is quite similar to Luo's father.
In her opinion, it is unclear what will happen in the future if Saburo behaves like this, but people like Erlang, the eldest son of the Lin family, who appear to be smart but are actually narrow-minded, who only know how to make trivial plans every day, are destined to fail.
Without great courage, how can one accomplish great things?
From this aspect alone, Sanlang is much better than them.
He is worthy of being the son of their Luo family.
"Sister, you guys can try the dimes I made."
At this time, Sanlang brought a plate of cooked dumplings to the tofu-making hut.
"Okay."
Aunt Luo wiped her hands on her apron, pinched a dumpling from the plate and put it in her mouth.
Then she pinched another dumpling and put it in the mouth of Erniang Luo next to her.
The two sisters were beaming as they ate.
"How delicious is it?
Let's eat this tonight."
There is still a lot of dough and fillings.
Later, when all the people in the yard have gone off work, the family will make dumplings to eat together.
"It's delicious, please make more, and I'll take a plate back."
The partial old woman has no reason to explain.
If she knew that the couple ate delicious food outside but didn't think about her beloved Liu Lang, she wouldn't know.
Why is she unhappy?
Even if she can't say anything to her face, she will definitely have to give her some shoes to wear behind her back, or find another reason to beat her up in the future.
"What's the matter?
I'll make more for you to take back when the time comes."
Luo Yong promised.
Although the aunt didn't say much, he knew a little bit about the situation in the Lin family.
For more than half a year, Sister Luo had been taking care of their brothers and sisters despite the pressure from there.
Now that she was up, naturally she couldn't call her anymore.
Difficult to do.
After saying that, Luo Yong asked all the helpers in the yard to taste the dumplings: "Whenever relatives and friends come to the house, I will make a few for them to try.
They all know how to eat them, and more people will buy tofu in the future." ” The helpers came over and ate the dumplings with smiles.
Although it was just a plate of dumplings, each person could only get one or two, but apart from anything else, they could only eat such good white noodles a few times throughout the year.
White noodles are expensive. , I don’t want to eat it.
It is said that the dime made by Sanlang is really delicious.
They should remember the taste now so that they can follow it in the future.
After eating the dumplings, everyone worked more vigorously, busy with their hands, and kept talking about Saburo.
In the past few days, many people from the county came to buy tofu from them, no matter what they came.
Luo Sanlang was able to receive such people with ease, which made the villagers admire him very much.
Sometimes Luo Sanlang would also tell them about business methods, and those novel ideas were very refreshing.
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For example, he said that it doesn't matter if there are more households in Xipo Village making tofu.
As long as they can make a name for themselves and people from all over the country come to buy tofu from them, then no matter how much tofu the villagers make every day, they won't have to worry about it.
Worried about not being able to sell.
For example, he also said that the more people come to his Xipo Village to buy tofu, the easier it will be to earn money.
For example, if some people come from afar and cannot take a round trip on the same day, the village can provide them with meals and accommodation and earn some money.
When the summer is hot, you can set up a tea stall at the intersection, etc.
In the eyes of these villagers, Luo Sanlang was simply the most intelligent man.
Young Master Qiao curled his lips and felt a little disapproving.
Luo Sanlang was indeed somewhat capable, but he would definitely be more capable than him in the future.
What can he do in this ravine?
After he learns how to make tofu, he will go to the city to open a tofu shop.
After saving a little, he will open his tofu shop to Shizhou and Chang'an.
With his fighting spirit ignited, Mr.
Qiao became more and more energetic, pushing the stone mill so loudly that all the helpers in the yard were speechless.
This kid from the city is really strong.
Over there, Luo Sanlang walked out of the yard alone, followed a dirt road near his yard, and climbed up the small dirt slope at the entrance of the village.
This place has a good view, and people in the village can be seen coming in and out.
In Luo Sanlang's memory, when he was studying in the city, every time he returned to the village on his days off, he could see his mother and sister standing on the high soil slope at the entrance of the village.
Luo Yong climbed up the slope through the snow and saw that there were already people there.
A child in shabby clothes was squatting there huddled.
"What are you doing squatting here in this cold weather?"
This kid Luo Yong knew that his father was working in the Luo family's yard right now.
No wonder he was squatting here huddled.
He probably was just doing it when he was climbing the slope.
If he sneaks up from the waist and is caught by his father, he will be punished.
"My grandpa went to the city to deliver tofu, and he said he would buy me cooking cakes when he came back."
When the kid saw it was Luo Sanlang, he felt a little guilty, for fear that he would sue his father, and his parents didn't know what to tell him these days.
How many times have I told him to stay indoors when it's too cold and not to run outside all the time?
"You go back now, I won't tell them."
Luo Yong said.
""The child was squatting there, grinding and chirping, and refused to leave.
His grandfather came back at about this time a few days ago. "" Luo Yong just stood there and looked at him, thinking that if this kid continued to disobey, he would take him to his yard and ask his father to give him a good beating.
In this cold weather, such a small child should wear It's no joke if you get sick if you keep squatting here to blow the wind with so little.
Just as the two were confronting each other, a person walked over from a distance on the dirt road in front of the village entrance.
The child had sharp eyes and immediately recognized his grandfather.
He called "grandpa" in his mouth, stood up and rushed down the slope.
"Don't come here, don't come here, it's cold, what are you doing here?"
When the old man saw his grandson, he trotted over quickly.
In this cold weather, the snow from the past few days has accumulated on the road, and it is difficult to melt when people step on it, forming muddy snow puddles.
If you step on it, it will freeze to the bone.
He was obviously not yet fifty years old, but he looked like a young old man.
The old man ran forward in three or two steps, bent down and picked up his grandson.
His movements were a little slow, obviously with difficulty. of.
The little kid was ignorant and made a fuss about begging for cooking cakes from his grandfather.
It was not until the old man took out a piece of cake from his arms and handed it to him that he sat contentedly in his grandfather's arms and began to eat the cakes.
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Such a piece of cooking cake is already the most delicious thing for these children in the village.
The old man got tofu from Luo Yong.
One bushel of beans could be exchanged for thirteen cubic meters of tofu.
The extra three cubic meters was considered the wholesale price.
He carried three bushels of beans this morning, and Luo Yong gave him forty cubic meters of tofu.
The extra One side is adding head.
These tofus are carried to the city.
Under normal circumstances, Sifang tofu can be sold for one penny, and this basket of tofu can be sold for ten pence.
The price of tofu in the city has been quite chaotic recently.
Some villagers looked at the prices and found that the price was high, and they even sold it for a penny per square.
But that was a long time ago.
There are more villagers carrying tofu into the city these days, so the price has become somewhat stable.
Some.
Food is cheap these days.
In this autumn, a bushel of rice can be sold for three cents.
Beans are even cheaper.
No one wants two cents a bushel.
Farmers have worked hard for a whole year and cannot produce more than a few pennies from one acre of land.
Therefore, despite the hard work and the long journey and bad weather, many villagers have carried tofu to the city to sell in the past few days, and there are still more people joining in. .
Luo Yong stood on the slope and watched villagers coming back from this path one after another.
Each of them was wearing thin clothes, their feet were black and red from the cold and cracked, but their faces were full of joy.
Obviously, the money they earned from selling tofu Make them feel very satisfied.
Luo Yong had heard about how prosperous Chang'an City was in this dynasty.
He also knew that there were all kinds of lowly people at this time, and many people had no control over their own life and death.
He didn't know if his arrival was a coincidence or if someone was deliberately arranging it.
If it was a deliberate arrangement, then what exactly did the other party want him to do?
But what does it matter No matter where he is, what year or month, he will only live the life he wants to live and do what he wants to do.
Maybe God can decide when he will die, but not how he will live. gd1806102: