I have tasted the winery Keqing I bought at the grocery store last time, and it turns out that it has not been distilled.
If this is the case, as long as she can make distilled liquor, the business will definitely not be bad.
With things on her mind, Zhuang Keqing couldn't even concentrate on making tofu on weekdays.
On this day, she got some branches and drew pictures on the soil in the small courtyard again. She was holding her chin in the stall and thinking, when she saw Qin Manzhi covering her nose with one hand and taking out a small radish covered with cloth in the other hand, and hurriedly went to the yard.
Walk outside.
"Mom, what did you get?"
Zhuang Keqing smelled the slight stench of buttocks. He couldn't tell what it was, but it was very familiar.
"Ke'er, don't blame mother for talking about you." Qin Manzhi stretched his arms far away, fearing that the things in the bean sprouts would get close to him. "Did you have a few pieces of old tofu left in the past few days? You said you were going to fry them and eat them.
Yes, just put the beauties in there?"
"You must have forgotten it. I just smelled something in the kitchen today. I looked around and saw this. It smells like tofu!"
After Qin Manzhi said this, he was about to take the cabbage and throw it away. Seeing how stinky it was, he didn't even want the cabbage anymore.
Is the tofu smelly?
Stinky!
Zhuang Keqing suddenly remembered what this tasted like!
Isn’t it the taste of fermented bean curd?
It's just that it hasn't gone through the long fermentation process, so the taste is a bit offensive.
"Mom! Don't throw it away!"
Standing up hurriedly, Zhuang Keqing rushed to Qin Manzhi's side, took the radish and lifted the cloth directly.
I saw the old tofu cut into pieces neatly, and the surface seemed to be melted, showing a faint red color.
She put her nose to it again and smelled it.
This is what it tastes like!
Qin Manzhi frowned as he watched.
How come my daughter still looks like she’s enjoying such a smelly thing? It’s simply incomprehensible!
"Ke'er, this tofu is already bad. Throw it away quickly. Don't save it and eat it carefully to ruin your stomach."
Zhuang Keqing smiled and narrowed his eyes.
"Mom, you don't know, this is a good thing!"
She used to always think that although her tofu business was good, except for the long-lasting tofu skin, the rest could only be sold in surrounding villages and towns, which was always a bit inferior.
At that time, I really didn’t think of the term fermented bean curd.
Now it happened by chance.
"Good stuff? Ke'er, what are you going to do?"
Qin Manzhi was used to some strange ideas popping up in her daughter's mind from time to time, but no matter what, she couldn't figure out how this stinky tofu could be turned into something good.
"You can't throw it away anyway."
Zhuang Keqing didn't say what she planned to do, she just threw down the wooden stick in her hand, picked up the stinky tofu and returned to the kitchen.
Qin Manzhi followed in. She was really curious this time.
Opening the wooden cabinet in the kitchen, Zhuang Keqing grabbed a star anise, a small handful of fennel, bay leaves, cinnamon, etc. and soaked them in water.
Then turn on the stove, boil these spices, and add salt.
After waiting for the stall to be cooked and allowed to cool, I happened to bring the remaining wine I bought last time, let the stinky tofu roll in and put it on the altar, and finally poured the cooled cooking water into it to seal it.
"Is this good?"
"Well, that's good."
Qin Manzhi was thoughtful. The method is not difficult, but it requires the use of wine. The price of wine is not cheap nowadays. Using this precious wine to make this stinky tofu would...
After much deliberation, she still didn't agree with it. Just when she was about to offer some advice, she saw Zhuang Keqing happily holding the jar in his arms like a treasure and carefully stuffing it in a shady corner.
Forget it, let's just let her act nonsense this time.
Zhuang Keqing didn't know that in her mother's eyes, she was already messing around and wasting things. She hummed a little tune to herself, feeling very beautiful in her heart.
The fermented bean curd is great, not to mention it lasts a long time, and is excellent for cooking and cooking. She loved it when she was a child. The only thing is that we haven’t seen chili peppers here yet, otherwise the spicy ones would be more delicious.
When she makes distilled wine and uses it on the bean curd, it will definitely taste more fragrant than using this wine.
With the stimulation of fermented bean curd, she looked forward to distilled liquor even more.
In the past few days, she had already thought of a simple distillation method. She just had to wait for the distiller's yeast to arrive before she could try it.
On the fifth day, it happened to be another market day. When Zhuang Keqing and Shen Lingtian went out before dawn, many villagers had already left the village.
The small courtyards of every household were illuminated by faint shadows of oil lamps. Soon those pushing carts and carrying baskets left the courtyard and joined the large queue going to the market.
There were few livestock in the village, and Zhuang Keqing and Shen Ling pulled the mules, which attracted attention. Because they had received more care from Aunt Li and Liu Zhuzhu before, this time they directly stopped pushing the cart and directly sold the cart. Just put the rattan basket on their mule cart.
"Dahei is here, but a few light rattan baskets won't get in the way."
Liu Zhuzhu wanted to refuse, but Zhuang Keqing didn't give him a chance. He took the goods for sale from Li Guihua and stacked them on his cart.
With the enthusiasm of the younger generation, Li Guihua also told the man not to be pretentious, just watch from the side and not talk too much. The young couple may look at their young age, but in fact it is all their own ideas.
There was a mule cart, which made the journey lighter and faster. There was no rest on this trip, and when they arrived at Songling Town, they met people who had left the village earlier than them.
Among them are Zhuang Er and Zhuang San.
Remembering that the market was bustling and business was good, Mrs. Qian asked Zhuang Er to dry out a batch of dried potatoes in the past few days, and Zhuang San also waited to sell them to the town today. Regardless of the price, she sold them for money and imported them. Bags are the real thing.
Zhuang Er pushed a cart, with two baskets of dried potatoes standing on top. He lined up and waited to enter the city, and immediately saw his niece's conspicuous mule cart.
There is no livestock around here that looks as good as their mules.
It was obviously just a mule, but its coat was smooth and shiny, its limbs were strong and thick, and its muscles were full. It was no worse than a horse pulling a cart, so it was obvious that it was well fed.
He looked at the mule and accidentally met Zhuang Keqing's eyes. The little girl smiled generously and nodded, but Zhuang Er suddenly appeared to be timid and embarrassed.
The rumors in the village had been exaggerated recently, and he knew that his niece must have heard about it. Although he wanted to explain to the other party that his dried potatoes were really not that expensive, he still felt that he had no face to come to the door. So he spent time thinking about it. It was delayed for a long time.
Zhuang Er felt guilty for a moment when he looked at the pile of dried potatoes on his trolley.
There were many people entering the town during the market, and the team moved forward slowly. Zhuang San stood by the cart and clicked his tongue impatiently to complain to his second brother. At first, there were some "Uh-huh" responses from the side, but at some point, Zhuang Er said Shut up and stop talking.
"Second brother, what's wrong with you?"
Zhuang San didn't know why, so he turned around and saw Zhuang Er's eyes wandering. He followed his gaze and saw that it was Zhuang Keqing and her handsome husband waiting in line at the back. The two of them were chatting happily with that boring guy Liu Zhuzhu, obviously Seeing myself, I acted like I didn't see it.
Zhuang Er felt complicated for a while.
What she did was a bit unethical, but this girl was just a junior after all, how could she still hold a grudge?
With some strange feelings in his heart, Zhuang San was pushed forward by the crowd, and it didn't take long before he passed the inspector at the door and entered the town.
The two brothers received instructions from their mother, who said that when they entered the city, they would first go to the grocery store in the west of the town to check out the situation. If they could sell, they would sell it first. If the store didn't accept it, then they would go and set up a stall.
This is because they still have the hope that someone can take over their goods at once.
Later, Zhuang Keqing and his entourage lined up for a meeting. After entering the town, they first agreed with Liu Zhuzi on a time and place to meet in the afternoon, and then pulled a mule cart to deliver goods to the Zhao family.
Chef Jia was still as enthusiastic as ever. He slapped his thighs with his big palms like cattail leaf fans, and kept praising the new vermicelli and dried sweet potatoes.
"This vermicelli is really good. I stewed it with mutton bone meat to make a thick soup. I took a handful and boiled it. After taking it out of the pot, I sprinkled it with chopped green onion. It was just a bowl. I heard from the waiter in the hall that the old man ate it.
He's whining and snoring, and he's completely lost the graceful way he usually eats!"
"As long as your master likes it."
Finally there is someone who knows the goods, Zhuang Keqing smiled and nodded. "Then do you want to order more? This fan is very patient."
"Definitely! Determined! Twenty pounds first!"
"Why so many?" Zhuang Keqing asked in surprise.
"Isn't it because the old man said that it's good to eat and he wants someone to give some to the young masters in the county?" Chef Jia laughed loudly, "Your tofu is good, but you just can't stand it, otherwise you would have to give it away from time to time.
Go some more."
After leaving the Zhao Mansion, Zhuang Keqing felt refreshed and effortlessly picked up another order of twenty kilograms of vermicelli and three kilograms of dried potatoes.
And when fans enter the county, will the people there still think it's expensive?
