Zhuang Keqing returned home after delivering the soy milk. As soon as he entered the courtyard gate, his mother came out to welcome him.
"What's wrong, mother?"
Seeing his mother's happy face, Zhuang Keqing was a little confused.
How could Qin Manzhi be unhappy? When her daughter asked her about beans before, she didn't take it to heart at all. In addition, just taking care of Aman these days has consumed most of her energy. Until today, she just drank that
After eating a bowl of soy milk and pancakes, she realized what good things her daughter had been busy with these days!
"Ke'er, it turns out that beans can make this soy milk and pancakes! Then we don't have to go hungry or borrow rice from now on!"
So is her mother just happy that the problem of rations has been solved? Zhuang Keqing was a little funny and touched.
But she doesn't just plan to live on beans, she wants to make money!
With a slight smile on his face, Zhuang Keqing took his mother into the kitchen and started studying tofu.
The next day, Zhuang Da had a funeral and burial. Because the body was found outside and there was a child under one month old at home, the body was not kept at home but placed directly in the village outside the village. At this time, the funeral was kept simple and only the coffin was carried.
I chose a location, covered it with soil, and erected a simple tombstone, and that was it.
Qin Manzhi left Aman in the care of Aunt Li, and she and her daughter sent the man away wearing sackcloth and mourning. In the end, she did not shed a single tear in front of the khaki grave, but only burned some paper money to give it to herself.
The last bit of decency for a man who had been unhappy half his life.
"Mom, let's go home. We still have a lot to do." Zhuang Keqing has no emotion at all about this disaster. This funeral is just to complete the task. Now that it is finally over, he wants to leave as soon as possible.
"Yes." Qin Manzhi nodded and said to the tombstone: "From today on, we have to live our own lives, please go away."
After saying that, he picked up his daughter and left without looking back.
They do have a lot to do.
Last night, Zhuang Keqing experimented with using rice vinegar to make tofu. After trying out the most suitable ratio, she told her mother about her plan.
Although Qin Manzhi is just an ordinary village woman, her yearning for a prosperous life is innate. After tasting the white and tender tofu, she decided to fully support her daughter's idea.
The mother and daughter are going to soak more beans today, prepare sauces and side dishes, and cook a table of tofu dishes at noon tomorrow to thank the folks who have helped their family these days.
For this reason, Zhuang Keqing made a special trip to the village chief's house and told him that the stone mill would still need some time. He also gave him two pieces of freshly made tofu.
"Grandpa, village chief, this is tofu made from soybeans at home. It's easy to cook and eat. Try it." The little girl smiled and held up the white, tender and trembling tofu, placed it on the stone table in the courtyard and left.
, I also asked everyone to come tomorrow, and I will make this tofu dish at home to thank everyone.
After walking around the village, the tofu in the basket was almost gone. Zhuang Keqing walked home along the path beside the fields, planning to return home early to help his mother prepare.
At this moment, a tall farmer walked towards her. He stopped when he saw her, with a strangely tangled expression on his face.
Zhuang Keqing didn't understand what this man meant, so it was better to stay far away to be safe. She carried the basket and walked onto the field bank, intending to avoid the man on the road.
"Hey, is it the banker's girl?" The middle-aged man seemed to have made up his mind and finally spoke.
At this time, Zhuang Keqing had already walked far away. She turned back and made a questioning expression: "?"
The man's dark wheat-colored face, which had been sunburned by the sun, looked a little embarrassed, but he still said, "I'm really sorry about my mother."
Zhuang Keqing didn't react for a moment, "Your mother? Who is your mother?"
"Hey, my maiden name is Liu. I heard about the commotion I went to your house a few days ago. I'm really ashamed." The middle-aged man, the big man, was embarrassed in front of this little girl because of what he said.
Some couldn't lift their heads.
In his mind, he immediately connected the old woman sitting on the ground crying unreasonably with the honest-looking man in front of her, and Zhuang Keqing couldn't help but twitch the corner of her mouth.
But he was really kind. Even if he didn't know him, he still wanted to apologize when he happened to meet him. He was really good-natured. This made Zhuang Keqing change his view of this family.
"Uncle, don't say that. If you say this is our family's fault, you don't have to apologize to me."
After that, she opened the cloth covering the basket, took out two pieces of small tofu, and handed it to the man: "Uncle, my family is really not rich. These are home-made tofu. Eat them fresh. We can save money later."
Yes, I will definitely compensate your family again.”
How could Zhang Da accept this? His mother went to make a scene and bullied the orphans and widows. When he went out and listened, he felt ashamed on his face, but the little girl in front of him just held something and put it in his hand.
The thing was so soft and tender that some of the edges fell off when he resisted. He was so frightened that he didn't dare to move anymore.
When Zhuang Keqing saw that the other party could no longer hold it, he laughed again and carefully explained how to make the tofu before leaving.
"Hey, then I, I'll accept it first." Zhang Da had obviously never seen such a strange gift before, but the other party's kindness was genuine, so he accepted it without any hesitation. When he raised his head to thank her again, the little girl had already
Gone far.
He held the trembling tofu in his hand and didn't dare to take a big step all the way. When he got home, before he entered the house, he heard his mother yelling at him again. It seemed that the anger from the previous days was still not gone.
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Looking at the tofu in his hand, Zhang Da sighed, it was better not to let his mother see it, just do it directly, so as to save another noise.
He handed the tofu to his wife, told her how to make it, and stopped caring about it.
Little Wang took this soft, white and tender tofu and didn't know what it was. Since the man told me how to make it, it was just a side dish. Anyway, there wasn't much in total.
In the evening, Lao Shuantou and his family went to the dinner table. Everyone held a bowl of porridge in their hands and put their chopsticks on the dishes.
"Mom, what's going on?" Zhang Da's son is sixteen years old, nicknamed Gouzi. He is half a boy when he is old enough to eat. During the slack season, the family doesn't eat anything dry. All they eat is porridge, from the ground.
Vegetables are not enough for every meal.
At this time, he saw that in addition to the pickled pickled cucumbers and vegetables from the field, there was also a plate of dishes he had never seen before. He held out his chopsticks and asked his mother, Xiao Wang.
Although Xiao Wang made tofu according to the method, she really didn't dare to try it. She had never seen this thing before, so she didn't dare. "Your father brought it back and said it was, what kind of tofu it was."
Gouzi was not afraid at all, "Let me try it!" After saying that, he stretched out his chopsticks and picked up the small red cubes on the plate.
Of course the result was that it was not clipped, as the thing was too tender.
The sandwiched tofu was white and raw inside, and combined with the sauce-colored soup on the outside, it had a fresh and fragrant smell, which made everyone feel itchy.
After failing to clamp it once, he clamped it again, this time with very little force, and managed to get the thing into his mouth smoothly.
The whole family's eyes were fixed on Gouzi's face, wanting to see if the tofu was edible and delicious.
After swallowing the small piece of tofu in his mouth, Gouzi grinned and said, "Grandpa, Grandma, eat this quickly. It will melt in one sip. It doesn't take much effort. It's delicious!"
Lao Shuantou is getting old, and his teeth have become loose and fallen out. Now he doesn’t have many good teeth in his mouth. He can’t chew the vegetable beans and stems he usually makes, so he can only drink porridge. Now after hearing what his eldest grandson said, his eyes are also
If it lights up, try it.
I also carefully picked up a piece and put it into my mouth, and took a sip. My mouth was filled with the rich aroma of sauce mixed with the fresh fragrance of fresh beans, and it slid directly into my throat, which was very comfortable.
Mrs. Liu was very disdainful of these things she had never seen before, but at this time her eldest grandson and her opponent agreed, and she also became curious and tasted a piece. After that, she couldn't stop.
Zhuang Keqing only gave two pieces of small tofu in total. Lao Shuan had a family of more than ten people, which was not enough for one person and one chopstick.
Mrs. Liu ate tofu and was not satisfied, so she said to her eldest son: "I have never heard of this tofu before. Where did you get it? I will buy some back tomorrow." After thinking about it, she was afraid of spending money, "It's expensive."
Don’t buy it, it’s not particularly delicious.”
Zhang Da didn’t know how to reply to his mother. If he said that the tofu was given by the banker’s girl and he still accepted it, he would not be scolded by his mother. So he said vaguely: “I met the salesman before and he gave it to me.
, saying it’s not worth the money.”
When Mrs. Liu heard that she didn't spend any money, she immediately frowned, but when she thought about not having to eat the tofu for the time being, she became depressed again.
