60s: I have a store

Chapter 177 Yong Toufu

Tonight, the villagers started eating later, but no one had any objections. After all, there was tofu to eat, so everyone was willing to wait, including the children in the school.

I vaguely remember that the last time I ate tofu was a year ago.

There was no plan to grow soybeans in the village. At most, villagers would plant some in front of and behind their houses, but they were not necessarily soybeans.

Zhou Yimin chopped some meat filling at home.

"Yimin, why are you chopping the stuffing?" asked grandpa.

Make dumplings? Or meatballs?

Zhou Yimin smiled and said, "I'll make you a dish of Yong Tau Foo, I heard it's a Hakka dish."

Yong tofu is not difficult to make. The main ingredients are tofu and pork.

The production method is to cut the tofu into small pieces first, use a small spoon to dig a hole in the middle of the tofu, then stuff the seasoned minced meat into the middle of the tofu and press it down.

When cooking, put oil in the pan, put the stuffed tofu into the pan one by one, fry on medium heat until slightly yellow, add a little water, cover the pot and cook for fifteen minutes until the meat is cooked, thicken with cornstarch, soy sauce, a little sugar and water, pour it on the tofu and serve.

This dish is said to have originated in Lingnan. Two people made an appointment to have dinner together. After arriving at the restaurant, one wanted to eat tofu and the other wanted to eat pork, and the two quarreled fiercely.

Upon seeing this, the shop owner came up with an idea: mince the pork, add seasonings, put them into the tofu, and then fry them and boil them to make a more delicious dish that can satisfy the needs of two people at the same time. From then on, stuffed tofu was born.

"Okay, then we're in for a treat." The old man has never eaten it, but as long as it is made by his eldest grandson, he will definitely say it is delicious.

Zhou Yimin marinates the chopped meat and sets aside.

At about eight o'clock in the evening, the tofu was finally formed and began to be distributed. Under the supervision of the old branch secretary, a basin was cut for Zhou Yimin's family first.

Then it’s to the school kitchen, where the students are waiting to eat!
Those little guys were looking forward to it.

The teacher lit an oil lamp in the classroom to illuminate the classroom. The oil lamp was prepared by Zhou Yimin for the school. There were four lamps in each classroom, enough to illuminate the entire classroom.

"Everyone sit down." Teacher Xiaolan said to the children.

No child dared to act naughty in front of the teacher. They were all very obedient and sat back in their seats, with their own bowls and chopsticks on the desks.

Then, Xiaolan told everyone a story.

Storytelling class is also a course in which the teacher tells stories to students.

"Now, I'll tell you a story, 'Mr. Dongguo and the Wolf'. After you finish listening to it, you can have dinner." Xiaolan told the children a fable.

Last week we told the story of “The Boy Who Cried Wolf”.

This is a story about a kind-hearted Mr. Dongguo who rescued a wolf that was being chased by a hunter on the road. However, the wolf wanted to eat Mr. Dongguo instead. Mr. Dongguo cleverly dealt with it and successfully caught the wolf again.

Xiaolan's story was so vivid that the children forgot about eating for a moment.

By the time Teacher Xiaolan finished her lecture, the tofu was finally ready to eat, and the meal was already prepared.

"Okay, everyone line up and don't make a mess." Xiaolan maintained order.

Seeing these little guys, Xiaolan thought of her own school days, and couldn't help but sigh that these children are so lucky. They have food to eat, clothes to wear, and don't have to worry about anything else, so they can study with peace of mind.

After the children finish eating, their parents will pick them up outside the school.

As the principal, Zhou Zhigao notified all parents that they were required to pick up their children tonight. After all, it was a bit late, and he was afraid that the children would run around and get lost.

Finally, one child’s parent did not come, so Zhou Zhigao took the child back with a flashlight.

When I returned to the student's home, I caught the child's parents and scolded them.

"Ahem! Teacher, I'm sorry, I forgot..." The child's father was quite embarrassed and kept explaining.

Zhou Zhigao was speechless. How could you forget this? There is a missing child in the family, can't you see it? He glanced around the room.

Well! If one is missing, it is indeed hard to find.

6 children in total.

Nowadays, everyone is very enthusiastic about having children, but aren't you too enthusiastic? What kind of family is this? You are so poor that you have nothing, and you still want to have children?

"Teacher Zhou, can my two children go to school next year?" asked a woman holding a baby.

She pointed to the two children in front of her who were about the same age and looked similar. They were her twins. She had two sets of twins, so there were a lot of children in the family.

She really hopes to send her twin sons, who are already 6 years old, to school to reduce the burden on the family. Now, although the school helps to raise one of them, it is still very difficult!

Both lunar age and lunar age are traditional Chinese methods of calculating age and have been used in the Chinese cultural circle since ancient times.

It is calculated based on the Chinese New Year and adopts an approximate method of giving up small things for big things. In the concept of ancient Chinese people, a woman's life begins from the time of conception, so when a baby is born after ten months of pregnancy, it is considered one year old.

Zhou Zhigao shook his head and said, "I have no say on this. You have to ask Yimin."

The minimum age for school admission is seven years old. Some children are not allowed to enter school until they are eight or nine years old, which is a bit late.

After looking at this family, I knew that they were indeed in financial difficulty.

Zhou Zhigao had no choice but to add: "Let me ask Yimin!"

In fact, lowering the school entry age has been the recent call of villagers, and I believe Yimin is also aware of this.

"Thank you, teacher……"

"Okay, send the child back. I won't stay any longer." Zhou Zhigao held a flashlight and hurried back towards the school.

These flashlights were still provided to the school by Zhou Yimin, and there were two of them.

When I got back to school, I saw my wife washing dishes for the children.

"I heard that Sixteenth Brother proposed to the village that you and Xiaolan should no longer be counted for work points, but instead should be paid by the village," his wife said happily.

How many work points can I earn?

They certainly desire more stable wages, so that their husbands and daughters at home are almost the same as workers. Although their wages are not as good as those of workers in factories, at least it is the best outcome in rural areas.

Zhou Zhigao nodded: "In the evening, the old branch secretary talked to me about it."

He was very grateful to his sixteenth brother.

He could feel that Zhou Yimin always had respect for teachers, and even gave enough respect to teachers like them who were not formal teachers.

"That's great. From now on, our family will have two working people." The woman felt a lot more relaxed as she washed the dishes.

Although she helped out at school, she was still counted as a work point because she was not a teacher. She had no complaints about this. She was very grateful to her sixteenth brother for taking care of their family.

……

At Zhou Yimin's home, a table of people are eating stuffed tofu.

"Putting meat filling in tofu is so special." Zhou Xuqiang ate a piece. It was a little hot, but it was really delicious.

This is the first time I’ve eaten tofu like this in my life.

"Eat more," Zhou Yimin said to everyone.

The amount I made tonight is a bit too much, but there is no need to worry about not being able to finish it. People these days eat too much and are all gluttons.

(End of this chapter)