Before the crowd dispersed, Luo Yong walked over and patted Qiao Junlin on the shoulder and said, "The one-month period is not over yet, so don't forget to go to work tomorrow."
"I know."
Qiao Dalang curled his lips, maybe he was afraid that he would run away.
As the sky turned dark, everyone in the courtyard held a jar of fermented bean curd given by Luo Jiasanlang and went home happily.
Originally, they were all a little worried.
Some were worried that Luo Sanlang would keep his hand in teaching them how to make tofu, and some were worried that after they and other villagers made tofu, they would instead steal Luo Sanlang's business.
What would happen then?
good.
Now it seems that since Luo Sanlang has something more novel than tofu in his hands, all their previous worries are unnecessary.
They were not afraid that he would hold back, nor were they afraid that it would be unkind to steal his business, so they all went home happily.
Not to mention, this fermented bean curd is really delicious, soft, glutinous and fragrant.
They just tasted it a little and they couldn't stop.
If they didn't think that there was a group of young and old waiting at home, they had to eat it to their heart's content. .
"How much do you think this jar is worth?"
Several villagers walked together to the north of the village.
Most of them live there.
There are only a few families living here in the south of the village, most of them are latecomers.
Not a native born and bred local.
"It's definitely not cheap."
One person said.
"If you work for others, you can earn this jar in a month."
The other person patted the jar in his arms and asked with a smile.
"It's really hard to say."
The man just now shook his head and smiled.
"Do you have soaked beans in your house?"
someone asked.
"I soaked a bunch of beans early this morning," one person said.
"With so many dips, I'm not afraid that we won't be able to sell them all," someone laughed.
"What are you afraid of?
If you can't sell it out, freeze it."
It's amazing to say that the prepared tofu does not require any processing.
As long as it is frozen outside in the yard, the taste will become very different.
"My beans at home should be ground by now."
"The stone grinding stone I just polished is still raw, so it's a bit difficult to use."
"The one I have is very useful."
"I told them to wait until I get back to get it done, but they refused to listen." "" Several people were talking and quickened their pace.
While Luo Yong and the others were having dinner, some villagers came over with basins and buckets to get the physalis.
Apparently they were going to make tofu at home tonight, and they couldn't wait even one night.
Luo Yong put down his chopsticks and led them to the kitchen to get the physalis: "There are still many days to make money, so don't be too tired."
"This batch of tofu has not been made.
I am afraid that half the village will not be able to sleep peacefully tonight."
These people laughed and joked.
"Sanlang, you want to sell those fermented bean curds.
Tomorrow my son will go to the city to sell tofu.
How about asking him to help you out?"
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an older villager asked Luo Yong.
"Of course that's good."
Luo Yong smiled.
The aroma of wine is also afraid of the deep alley, so it would be good to have someone to help promote it.
"I'm afraid those people in front of me will come again if they gain the trust."
This naturally refers to Wang Jinhuai and others.
"The location of your house is too far away.
Otherwise, let's go to Muramasa together and ask him to find a place for you in the south.
There are several houses in a courtyard.
With everyone working together, it can be built in a few days."
Someone said. suggested.
"It doesn't have to be so troublesome.
It's good to live here."
It was just when the villagers were about to show off their skills and start making tofu.
Luo Yong didn't want to trouble them too much at this time.
Besides, social security was still very good during the Zhenguan period, so there was no need for it.
Worry about safety issues.
The location of their courtyard is actually good.
It's next to the village entrance.
It's easy to get in and out.
It's also an advantage for doing small business.
It's a separate courtyard and it's relatively clean.
It's not like the overcrowded people in the south of the village.
Besides, the original owner also had a lot of affection for this yard.
Although the body has changed now, those memories are still there.
"Someone raises dogs in my mother's village.
The big dog gave birth to a litter of puppies a few days ago.
I don't know if there are any more puppies now.
Do you want to ask for help?"
A woman waiting behind with a basin said loudly.
"What kind of dog is it?"
Luo Yong asked her.
"It's a hound that can go up the mountain."
The man said.
"That's very good.
Then I'll trouble Qiniang."
If you don't fear ten thousand, just be afraid of the unexpected.
It would be a good idea to have a dog to look after the house: "If there are good dogs, you can help me catch two."
"Okay, I just happened to make the tofu tonight.
I will carry some over tomorrow and let them try it."
The woman looked happy.
Ye Niang must also be very happy to eat the tofu she made.
Luo Yong smiled.
When he just spoke to the woman, he almost shouted "Auntie".
It was also his old habit that he couldn't change for a while.
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At that time, he was called uncle, aunt, brother, sister, uncle, and aunt.
Ercheng even dared to call her sister when he saw a woman, regardless of whether she was an eight-year-old girl or an eighty-year-old old lady.
Things are different these days.
People here can only call aunt when they are talking to their own aunt.
Otherwise, shouting like this to unrelated people is the same as calling others casually dad.
You have to scare people.
It's a big jump, it's not popular these days to address people in that way.
Generally speaking, calling someone "Mother or Mother" is considered an honorific, and you can also call someone older than you like this.
Those who are older can call them old man or old woman, but for the younger ones, it is more casual.
The adults in Xipo Village basically call the children in the village by their nicknames, such as dog, tiger and so on.
There are also names corresponding to positions or professions, first names or nicknames.
When Luo Sanlang's grandfather was alive, he was called Cao Orion, and there were also some titles such as the jealous shopkeeper.
In this way, Luo Yong had some I'm worried, maybe he will be called Tofu Lang in the future.
This soft title is really not manly enough.
Fortunately, in the days to come, Luo Yong doesn't plan to sell tofu.
Recently, the Luo family yard has been busy every day, and several children in the family have also been working hard.
The second mother, of course, The aunt and others often come over to help, and even the fourth mother and the fifth son are not idle much.
In addition, there are two small children at home, and their care is also somewhat sparse during this period.
That night, the Luo brothers and sisters ate, washed their hands and faces, and went to bed early.
Only Luo Yong got up a few times in the middle of the night and went out to add firewood to the three earthen stoves outside.
I'm eating beans.
The next morning, he got up the latest.
When he came out of the house, the younger ones at home had already been up and active.
They had already eaten breakfast, and there was still some heat on the stove, which was reserved for Luo. .
Looking at the sun, the villagers who got up early to sell tofu are probably almost at the county seat.
Luo Yong sat by the stove and had breakfast.
There was still some residual warmth on the stove, which was very warm and comfortable.
The food was really simple, just a big bowl of porridge, a plate of pickles, and an egg.
The porridge is the usual yellow rice porridge.
They produce yellow rice here, including large yellow rice and small yellow rice, but there is no white rice.
The white rice from the south is very expensive, and people in the village generally don't buy it.
Pickles don't taste like anything other than salty.
This is much better than when I first came here.
At least I can drink unlimited porridge, and I can't bear to eat rice when cooking porridge.
In addition, there is an egg.
In the past, if there were one or two eggs on the dinner table, several children in the family would stare at it eagerly.
Now, there is only one for everyone.
In Luo Erniang's view, this is a bit too extravagant, but now their family is basically filled with Luo Yong.
After all, he said there was no need to save an egg for each person.
Er Niang felt distressed, so she boiled it anyway.
"Brother, are you up?"
Si Niang had just returned from running around outside.
When she entered the yard, she saw Luo Yong eating in the kitchen.
Then she ran in and stared at the egg unable to take her eyes away.
"Take it and eat it with Wu Lang."
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Luo Yong himself has never eaten anything good, not least this egg.
During this period, these two children also helped a lot and were very sensible.
Luo Yong was thinking that when he would be free, he should give them some good care.
They were already so old.
If they didn't, it would be too late.
No matter how old they were, it would be too late.
A little bit of fear and it's finalized.
"Thank you, brother."
The fourth mother happily took the egg and ran outside.
However, before she could get out of the kitchen, the second mother caught her.
"Why are you so greedy?"
Erniang was obviously a little angry.
She had given her one this morning, and now she came to get Sanlang's to eat.
What kind of body did Sanlang have?
He had been lying in bed for more than half a year.
She has been busy every day lately, and she still doesn’t know how to worry about it.
Siniang is actually like this "" Seeing that my sister was really angry, Si Niang was also a little at a loss.
She actually knew that it was not good to do this, but she was a bit willful in her heart.
She wanted to eat the egg, so her brother gave it to her and wanted it.
"It's okay, let her go."
Luo Yong said to Er Niang.
"Don't spoil her like this."
Er Niang said helplessly.
"Isn't it just that I'm a little greedy?
I'm just being slanderous when I don't have to eat.
If you eat more, you won't be slanderous."
Luo Yong smiled at Er Niang and then said to Fourth Niang: "You shouldn't be like this outside, lest you be looked down upon by others. " "It's never been like this outside."
Siniang replied aggrievedly, her eyes already a little red.
"That's good, let's go."
Luo Yong waved his hand towards her.
Then he said: "We will make other food in the afternoon."
"Seriously" the crybaby immediately became happy again.
"Natural."
Luo Yong said.
The fourth mother disappeared in a flash, and the second mother sighed and went out to work.
The family has been busy these days and is a bit chaotic.
In the past, when the aunt was still at home, most of the housework was done by the two sisters.
Later, the aunt got married and she was the only one left in the family.
Nowadays, she is reluctant to take care of Sanlang, and the fourth mother is too young. , after all, I couldn't help.
Fortunately, there was Qiao Dalang at home today.
Although he was a young man from the county, he was still helping her at home.
"Dalang, help me bring two more buckets of water back."
"Da Lang, help me chop these firewood."
"Dalang, have you seen the broom?"
"Da Lang" Luo Yong couldn't stop laughing when he heard it in the room.
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A few days ago, he was always talking to himself, saying that he was a young man from the city after all.
Qiao Junlin had a very depressed day.
When he came to the Luo family yard early in the morning, he was ordered around by Luo Erniang.
When Luo Sanlang got up, he mixed a lot of beans with him.
In the afternoon, the Luo family siblings While they were grinding rice noodles and talking, he was squatting beside the earthen stoves steaming bean dregs.
In the past, the leftover tofu residue from making tofu in the Luo family's yard was broken into pieces, dried and put away.
Luo Erniang had said that she wanted to raise a few chickens, but she has been too busy recently and has not been able to spare her time.
Today Luo Sanlang asked him to steam all the leftover bean dregs from yesterday's tofu making.
Thinking about how much tofu the Luo family sells every day these days, you should know that steaming all the day's bean dregs is nothing.
Easy thing.
After steaming, it was not finished.
After taking it out and letting it cool, Luo Sanlang took out a few more dustpans.
There was still a lot of green mold powder on the dustpan, and asked him to scrape off the mold powder and mix it with the two next to it.
Bag of wheat bran together, stir into the bean dregs.
This is what was left from mixing the beans this morning.
In the morning, Luo Yong asked him to mix the beans with green mold into the beans that were cooked last night.
After mixing, he put them in a tofu frame, with straw mats spread up and down the frame.
In the end, the tofu boxes and tofu boxes were all put inside the house.
Mixing beans and bean dregs, I wonder what Luo Sanlang plans to do this time.
He was as tired as a dog at the end of the day.
When all the work was done and it was evening, he was about to leave work and go back to the Lin family, but Luo Sanlang told him that he was going to make a kind of food called bean buns tonight.
Asking him if he wanted to stay with him, Qiao Junlin spun around and returned to the yard.
Before starting to make bean buns, Luo Yong asked Qiao Junlin to have dinner with him, saying that he wanted to eat something to cushion his stomach in case he was hungry soon, and Qiao Junlin agreed.
The Luo family's dinner was relatively simple, but because of the fermented bean curd and the thought that there would be other foods to eat soon, Young Master Qiao didn't mind it.
He thought that some bean buns would be made soon, and he would definitely eat more.
Wait until you actually start making bean buns "You said all these must be done well."
Qiao Dalang looked at the ground rhubarb rice noodles in the basins and buckets, with a look of deception on his face.
"Yes."
Luo Sanlang nodded.
"You can finish eating after making so much," Qiao Dalang "Make it once and you can eat it until spring next year."
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