The small town is not big, but it is very simple. It is made of rocks and the streets are paved with pieces of granite. I don’t know how many years it has been since this small town was established. I can see that the walls are full of pits and the stones are covered with holes.
There are arrow holes and gun pits, and there are also gaps left by siege weapons.
As time goes by, generations change, and people come and go, the small town has witnessed one era after another. The streets paved with granite have been trampled by pedestrians and have lost their edges and corners, becoming very rounded. Some stone streets have even been polished until they shine.
The small town is small, simple and elegant, with small bridges, flowing water, and old houses and ancient corridors. It is a very leisurely small place. The residents living here live a leisurely and peaceful life, because the population of the small town is not large.
So most of the neighbors know each other.
If you have just arrived in a small town and you ask the residents in the city what is the most famous thing in the city, the residents in the city will blurt out without even thinking about it: "Laomo's tofu pudding."
If you just arrived in a small town and asked the residents what the best food in the town is, the residents would blurt out without even thinking about it: "Laomo's tofu pudding."
If you were to ask the residents in the city what the happiest thing is in this small town, I am afraid the residents would still blurt out without even thinking about it: "Queue up to buy Laomo's Tofu Pudding."
When you come to such a small town, you may not be able to remember the name of this small town, or you may not be able to remember the scenic spots in this small town, but you will definitely remember Lao Mo’s tofu. If you can eat Lao Mo’s tofu
Flowers, I'm afraid you will never forget them in your lifetime, provided of course that you can buy them.
What kind of person Lao Mo was, the residents in the city couldn't tell, even the oldest man in the city couldn't tell. Everyone only had one impression of Lao Mo: Tofuhua.
Tofu pudding is the image of Lao Mo. When people talk about Lao Mo, they will think of tofu pudding, and when they talk about tofu pudding, they will think of Lao Mo.
As for Lao Mo’s last name, where he comes from, and what kind of person he is, no one in the city can tell, because no one can remember what kind of person Lao Mo is. Everyone only remembers
Apart from the old tofu pudding, I can no longer remember anything else.
"Lao Mo's Tofu Pudding." When Li Qiye walked into this small town, he couldn't help but reveal a faint smile.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak..." At this moment, the sound of squeaking poles was heard in the alley of a stone street. Upon hearing the sound of such carrying poles, the neighbors suddenly became energetic.
"Here comes Lao Mo." Someone called out, and the surrounding area of Stone Street suddenly burst into uproar, with the laughter of children, the shouts of little girls, and the sound of bowls pinging.
Amid a burst of laughter from the old and young, a long queue had already formed beside Stone Street.
Amidst the creaking of the poles, an old man was seen carrying two barrels. The old man had an old face with Chinese characters, and his face was covered with wrinkles. The years have left indelible marks on his face. The old man
Wearing a ge-shirt with a towel draped over his shoulders, even though he was carrying two full buckets of tofu curd on his shoulders, he still walked with brisk steps, looking extraordinarily strong and strong, giving people a feeling of getting stronger with age.
Walking to the team, Hao Mo put down the burden on his shoulders, arranged the barrels, held the wooden spoon in his hand, lifted up the gauze covering the barrels, shouted, and said: "Open the barrels, hurry up and line up."
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Lao Mo's movements are all done in one go, like flowing clouds and flowing water. Every movement is appropriate and precise.
Lao Mo scooped up a spoonful of tofu pudding and put it into the bowl of the little girl at the front. The little girl stuffed the copper plate into the cloth around Lao Mo's waist and left happily holding the full tofu pudding.
"Lao Mo, I'd like a bowl too. I queued up yesterday and couldn't buy any." Countless people in the queue swallowed their saliva while looking at the white tofu pudding, especially smelling the refreshing bean aroma.
It makes people salivate even more.
Therefore, countless people in the team stretched their necks long and stared directly at the tofu cakes in the barrel. Everyone was afraid that the tofu cakes would bottom out and there would be no more when it was their turn.
But the two buckets of tofu pudding soon bottomed out. After Lao Mo sold the last spoonful of tofu pudding, he patted the cloth jacket around his waist and heard the clanking of the copper plates inside.
Without counting, he said with a smile: "The tofu flowers are sold, see you tomorrow." After saying that, he put away the things.
"Hey, Lao Mo, you make two buckets a day. The neighbors are very angry. Aren't you trying to whet our appetite? According to the opinions of the neighbors, you have to make four buckets a day." The neighbor who did not buy the tofu pudding.
He said without complaining.
But Lao Mo just smiled and didn't answer the neighbors' complaints. After packing his things, he put the burden on his shoulders and shouted, "Let's go." Then he took three steps with the barrel.
Shake, walk slowly back.
Looking at Lao Mo, Li Qiye couldn't help but smile. He also followed Lao Mo leisurely and leisurely.
As for the neighbors who didn't buy tofu pudding, they could only complain a few times, and then they all dispersed. Because Laomo has been selling tofu pudding here for decades, regardless of weather conditions, and it's neither more nor less.
There are only two barrels a day. Neighbors who didn't buy it had to be late tomorrow.
The place where Lao Mo lives is only one street away from the place where he sells tofu pudding. Lao Mo lives in a small courtyard. The courtyard is not big, but the courtyard is surrounded by a small earthen wall.
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The yard is very old. I don’t know how many years it was built. Even the door threshold has been dented. After Lao Mo returned home, he put down the barrel, stretched, and then carried out a large basket.
I grabbed a handful of soybeans and slowly picked them in the sunshine.
In the words of Lao Mo, whether the tofu curd is delicious or not, the quality of the soybeans is very important, so Lao Mo’s tofu curd is made from strong and plump soybeans, and each soybean
He selected them all with his own hands. He not only picked out the shriveled and damaged soybeans, but also peeled off the remaining bean clothing.
Lao Mo was picking soybeans in handfuls under the sun, very seriously and meticulously. Even if the soybean had a small insect eye, he would pick it out.
Lao Mo was choosing soybeans and concentrating his concentration. At this moment, he seemed to have forgotten the whole world. In his eyes, there were only soybeans. Apart from these soybeans, there was nothing else in the world.
Things can get into his eyes.
After Li Qiye walked in, he leaned against the old locust tree in the courtyard and watched Lao Mo picking soybeans one by one. Li Qiye did not bother him, but just looked at him quietly.
When the sun turned to the west, Lao Mo finally finished picking out all the soybeans in his large basket. He stretched his waist, squinted his old eyes, looked at Li Qiye, and said: "This little brother, what do you have?
What's going on?"
Li Qiye smiled faintly and said slowly: "I just came to see you, take a look at the heaven and earth, and take a look at the world."
"My old man, what's so good about my broken body?" Lao Mo said with a smile and shook his head.
"Everything has its own way." Li Qiye said with emotion: "It just depends on whether you can put your mind into it. As long as you put your mind into it, you can sell tofu cakes, weave straw mats, or bake a cake.
Transformed into a chicken, there are all roads, and when you reach the end of each road..."
"...What you see is not a mystery. What you see is a persevering Taoist heart. How many people can understand this truth." At this point, Li Qiye sighed softly.
One sound.
Hearing Li Qiye's words, Lao Mo looked surprised, even a bit solemn. He hugged his fists towards Li Qiye and said, "I don't know where my fellow Taoist comes from."
"I'm just a passerby in this world, coming from a far away place." Li Qiye smiled, walked closer, and blew a breath into the bean clothes on the ground.
Just hearing the sound of "peng", all the bean clothes danced and floated in the air. In the blink of an eye, these bean clothes turned into a crow. The crow spread its wings and flew around Lao Mo's head.
Finally, when I heard the sound of "Peng", the crow landed and fell to the ground, still just pieces of bean clothing.
Seeing such a crow, Lao Mo's body trembled, his face changed, and he came back to his senses for a moment. He bowed deeply to Li Qiye and said: "It turns out that the Holy Master is coming, and I am not greeted from afar.
Forgive me."
"There is no need to be so polite." Li Qiye smiled and said: "Although you and I are different, we are from the same origin after all. There are few people in the entire Thirteen Continents who can be like you."
"The Holy Master is overly praised. Please invite the Holy Master inside." Lao Mo smiled and invited Li Qiye into the room.
Sitting in the hall of the house, Li Qiye just took a look. The house was very simple. Apart from the tables and chairs, there was nothing else. However, the whole house was cleaned spotlessly.
"If there is any purpose for me to come here, then well, you are the best at making tofu curd in this life, and I also want to eat a bowl of tofu curd." Li Qiye said with a smile after sitting down.
"The Holy Master came at the right time, and I happened to have a bowl." Lao Mo also smiled and said calmly.
After a while, Lao Mo brought out a bowl of steaming tofu pudding and placed it in front of Li Qiye's table. Li Qiye was not polite, picked up the spoon and drank it one by one, eating and drinking slowly with each mouthful, with an expression of great enjoyment.
It's like eating fairy jelly and divine liquid.
Not long after, the bowl of hot tofu curd was also bottomed out. Li Qiye was satisfied, wiped his mouth and said: "The most common food in the world, from your hands, has become a delicacy in the world.
In the end, it is still a matter of intention. If you have intention, you will always turn decay into magic."
I envy my classmates who can go out to play during the National Day. During the National Day, Xiaosheng still stays at home and codes. My balls hurt and writing a book is not easy. Please vote for "" (To be continued.)