Sorry, I broke my promise yesterday, but I came back too late. I didn’t have enough sleep time these days. I can’t stand it anymore. If I don’t go out today, I will make up for it.

"Uncle Jiwang, what's going on with this Chen Dianzi?" Zhang Jiaohua looked at Chen Dianzi's back as she gradually moved away, and pushed Zhang Jiwang who was sitting aside with her hands. Zhang Jiaohua is a master today, so she naturally sits on the top seat. Zhang Jiwang has a high seniority, so she naturally sits on the same bench as Zhang Jiaohua.

"Chen Dianzi. At that time, who dared to call him Chen Dianzi? He was all called him Chen Xiucai. He was both literary and martial. At that time, Chen Dianzi was definitely the best among young people. What a pity. If it weren't for having a partner from the city, he wouldn't have fallen to the current level. Ugh, why would I say this to you, a little kid? Do you think you would be a grown-up after sitting on the top seat?" Zhang Jiwang sipped the wine and looked at Zhang Yaohua with a smile.

"Who cares!" Zhang Yaohua said disdainfully, grabbed a chicken leg from the vegetable bowl and started gnawing.

Zhang Jiwang burst into laughter and sprayed out the little wine he had just drunk. Fortunately, he was quick-responsive and when he sprayed, he deliberately headed towards the open space, so that the people next to him did not suffer.

The few Zhang Qigao's family who were drinking were staring at Zhang Jiwang blankly, and Zhang beggar gave Zhang Jiwang a blank look. He estimated that Zhang Jiwang would definitely be no good for laughing wildly. Eighty-mostly it has something to do with him.

Zhang Jiwang suppressed his smile, "This is the first time I saw a navy sitting on the mat and gnawing on the chicken legs."

Everyone laughed heartily.

Zhang Jiaohua rolled her eyes and knew that nothing was good. Zhang Jiaohua was too lazy to argue with the old man Zhang Jiwang, but her lower mouth was particularly strong. She tore off with her teeth in large mouths, as if she was biting Zhang Jiwang. Zhang Jiwang's scalp was numb.

"Uncle Jiwang, if you always laugh at me, don't blame me for letting you." Zhang Yaohua was about to threaten Zhang Jiwang.

Zhang Jiwang knew what Zhang beggar was going to say, so he quickly picked up another chicken leg and put it in Zhang beggar's bowl, "Beggar, don't bother with Grandpa Jiwang. You have a lot of them. This chicken leg is considered to be apologizing to Grandpa Jiwang."

Others don’t know, but Zhang Jiwang knows that the navy said that he would not be able to match the carpenter in the future, and if he didn’t do it well, he would not be able to match the carpenter. This thing is very evil. Even if the size is not bad, when you match all the parts, you will not match the carpenter’s career. Zhang Jiwang was thinking in his heart that when building a bridge today, Zhang Enzhong joked with Zhang Yinghua indifferently, and Zhang Yinghua said that from then on. From then on, Zhang Enzhong probably wouldn’t even cry.

Therefore, Zhang Jiwang quickly apologized to Zhang Hua and refused to let him say it.

After dinner, Chen Meijuan sealed red envelopes for Zhang Beghua and Zhang Jiwang respectively. When Zhang Beghua received the red envelope, she carefully looked at the difference between the red envelopes of the two. Unfortunately, they were both sealed tightly with red paper. It looked a little thicker.

"Look at it? Why don't I change one with you?" Zhang Jiwang said with a smile.

"Don't even think about it." Zhang Yaohua quickly stuffed the red envelope into the trouser bag. Who knew that as soon as he took a step, the red envelope came out of the trouser legs. Then he realized that he had stuffed the red envelope into the rotten trouser bag. He quickly picked up the red envelope that fell to the ground again.

Zhang Jiwang smiled and said, "Oh, it's such a pity. If I reacted faster, I would have picked up a big red envelope."

Zhang Yaohua simply pinched the red envelope with her hands and did not dare to put it in the pants bag.

Zhang Qigao's family thanked him very much. Although the result was not yet available, after this ceremony, the whole family seemed to be more confident.

Xie Chun'e picked up chicken nuggets and put them into the man's bowl, "Rise up and eat more."

"You ignorant woman, I ate all the good ones by myself. What are you eating?" Zhang Qigao's face was a little unhappy.

Chen Meijuan hurriedly said, "Your wife cares about you, why are you not sensible at all? The most important thing in the whole family is that you couples have a baby quickly. Chun'e, don't just give it to the person who is tall, you have to eat it too. During this time, I will go to the market a few more times to buy some meat to improve life."

That night, Zhang Qigao's family was very disturbed, and everyone in the village could hear it, and they thought it was a fancy.

Before dawn the next day, Zhang Enzhong's house had been busy for most of the day.

Zhang Enzhong’s ancestors have never known how many generations they have been beaten. How long should be soaked beans, how long can they be soaked to make the beans swell to the best, how much water is added when grinding soy milk, how much coarse and fine grinding are all accurate to a millimeter. Therefore, the tofu they make every time is evenly thick and thin, and the thickness of each tofu is not much different.

But this morning, something happened. When filtration, Zhang Enzhong found that filtration was very difficult today. The cloth bag used for filtration seemed to have turned into a plastic bag, and all the gaps seemed to be completely blocked. No matter how hard Zhang Enzhong tried, the soy milk couldn't come out. A bag of hot coarse soy milk rolled around on the rack, but the fine soy milk just dripped slowly into the wooden barrel like a thread that could break at any time.

"Pig Woman, have you boiled the soy milk today?" Zhang Enzhong could only attribute the reason to the soy milk not being completely cooked.

Wang Fang was also surprised by the result, "Why didn't it boil? You haven't seen the soy milk boil several times. It's exactly the same as usual. How could it filter out?"

It's the same, Zhang Enzhong himself saw it. But since it's the same, it's usually like filtering water, and it filters out in an instant. Why did it filter out today?

Zhang Enzhong forgot what Zhang Yaohua said during the day. He didn't take Zhang Yaohua's words seriously at all. He thought that what's important to make a joke?

Zhang Enzhong struggled for a long time and finally filtered out the fine soy milk. Today's tofu dregs are almost twice as much as usual.

"If I were like today every day, I would have lost my underwear." Zhang Enzhong muttered.

Pour the fine soy milk into the pot and cook it again, which was one-third less than usual. It made Zhang Enzhong and his wife feel distressed. In total, they also made so much money. All the tofu today were sold, which was almost enough to guarantee the capital.

The soy milk boiled again, just once. The heat was well controlled. Zhang Enzhong lifted the lid of the pot as soon as the soy milk was opened. Nothing came out at all. The fragrant soy milk fragrance filled the kitchen.

Zhang Enzhong weighed the burned gypsum powder, put it in the bowl, mix it with clean water, and then poured it into the wooden barrel. Zhang Enzhong and his wife each had boiled soy milk one by one, and directly rinsed it into the wooden barrel. In this impact process, the gypsum water in the wooden barrel was mixed evenly. Under the hydration of the gypsum, the protein components in the soy milk will be condensed into a gelatinous substance, which is tofu.

Zhang Enzhong is used to using a chopstick to measure the goodness of tofu. He puts a chopstick up and puts it on the wooden barrel, letting the chopsticks fall vertically, and inserts the chopsticks into the tofu. If it can still be erected, half of it will be left outside. This means that the quality of the tofu is very good.

However, today's situation was very wrong. The chopsticks fell down and sank directly into the soy milk.

Zhang Enzhong was shocked and the tofu was gone! Zhang Enzhong hadn't had such a thing in many years, but he didn't expect to taste this bitterness again today.

"From the future, your tofu will not be produced by tofu but only by scrap!"

Zhang Enzhong's mind suddenly sounded Zhang beggar's somewhat tender childish voice.
Chapter completed!