Age: My Small World

Chapter 104 Tofu
"Grow up nicely. It's up to you whether I can be free from eggs in the future."

He didn't feel bad about spilling a handful of corn.

At this moment, the green leaves in the fields are stretching out again, and the new crop of crops is being planted in full swing. It won't be long before they are mature.

Instead, his spiritual water was completely exhausted and he could not hold on for much longer.

"Although spiritual water is useful, it's not infinite."

When the spiritual rain stopped, Yang Jun almost felt heartbroken.

He had cut off his daily supply of spiritual water and began to conserve water.

After such a long time, he should have increased the water reserves in the pond, but Yang Jun discovered something.

There are also cycles in the small world.

The water consumed before, as long as it was not drunk by him and taken out, will slowly recover after a period of time.

It wasn't obvious the first time, but after so much time had passed, he understood it after noticing that the amount of water in the pond was increasing instead of decreasing.

There is no pure consumption, it is still a circulation system.

Of course, if Yang Jun took the initiative to decompose the water and corn stalks in the same way, they would also turn into nothingness.

Now he is not so thorough. Many agricultural by-products such as corn dregs are crushed into fine particles, then turned back into soil and reappear in the black soil.

It was quite difficult to do in the past, and we could only rely on the small world’s own garbage cleaning ability to clear it. Now with the stone mill, there is one more change.

In fact, this point is a bit redundant, because the black soil itself is an irrational existence. No matter how long he grows crops in it, there is still no such thing as land consumption in the black soil, and the yield of the crops grown does not decrease at all.

"Could it be because of the spiritual water?" he guessed.

He shook his head and didn't bother to think about it anymore. Anyway, this was a good thing for him.

Yang Jun’s top priority now is to obtain more spiritual water.

It seems that Mr. Hu can now make some contact with people who have jade. I believe some people are already eager to get in touch.

As for the one whose asking price remains unchanged, he has no interest in being a sucker. If it really doesn't work out, he can just wait another month and go to the provincial capital. Anyway, he can afford to wait.

The next day.

When Yang Jun came to Nanying Lane again, he talked about this matter with Mr. Hu.

"No problem. I'll contact those old ghosts. I think two of them might be able to negotiate a deal, but it won't be cheap either. You better be prepared."

"I understand, Master. There's no problem on my end."

He still had more than 400 yuan in his hand and was not afraid to spend any of it.

No matter how much money you have, it is useless. It is better to exchange it for more practical things.

Mr. Hu looked at him in surprise.

Although I knew that my disciple had some things, I didn't expect him to be so confident now.

And he has always been interested in jade, which is not something that ordinary people can play with. Could it be that I have been mistaken? Is this guy a descendant of aristocracy?
He made random guesses in his mind, but he would not really inquire about his apprentice's personal affairs.

Besides, he has already accepted him as his disciple, so if there are any problems in the future, he will have nothing to say.

"Thank you, Master. I'll treat you to something delicious tomorrow."

He suddenly thought of something and left this thought for Mr. Hu.

"What delicious food haven't I eaten? And it's hidden away." Mr. Hu laughed disdainfully, but he couldn't help feeling a little excited in his heart.

The truth is that the food at the supply and marketing cooperative has become less dry and less tasty these days, so his greed has returned.

Mr. Hu had seen the world, having tasted many wild game. His ability to eat rice porridge and corn porridge daily was due to his change of environment, not his gluttony. Otherwise, he wouldn't have sold all his treasured burial jade to Yang Jun.

Yang Jun didn't say it casually. After he returned home at night, he entered the space again.

The stone mill was under his control and began to grind soybeans.

That’s right, what he wants to make is tofu.

Originally, he didn't plant many soybeans, and after a successful harvest, there were only about 150 kilograms. He had never paid much attention to them, but now he used them to make tofu.

Then you can also extract oil from the beans to obtain some basic soybean oil to supplement the expenses in the space.

This was also one of the purposes for which he built the stone mill.

Oil is different from food and daily necessities. It is difficult to obtain and the general public cannot get much of it, so he can only make it himself.

Yang Jun also thought about using lard instead, but the pig breed was not common. Only at the big market once a month would some production teams send their own piglets to exchange for food.

Not all villages are short of food. Some villages with larger reserves are willing to exchange some food for pigs, so that they will not lack meat next year.

The big rally is in about three days. He missed it last time, but he won’t miss it this time.

Under the action of the stone mill, the soybeans that had been soaked in advance gradually turned into soy milk.

If you filter it, cook it, and drink it while it's hot, it becomes soy milk.

But Yang Jun had no interest in drinking soy milk.

The casserole he bought was not big, so it was not possible to cook too much soy milk at one time, so he could only cook it a little at a time.

"I'll have to ask Zhou Qiang to buy me a bigger pot someday." The small clay pot could no longer satisfy him.

After a while, a pot of filtered soy milk appeared.

When the heat is almost right, pour in the marinade and tofu pudding will slowly appear in the soy milk.

After cooking for a while, when there is no more excess tofu condensation in the pot, pour it directly into the prepared mold, wrap it with cloth, and press it with stones. As the water overflows, it also accelerates the coagulation of the tofu.

This step was repeated many times, and Yang Jun got square blocks of tofu.

The moment the cloth was opened, the snow-white tofu looked as dazzling as a cake.

Yang Jun couldn't wait to cut a small piece and tasted it without adding any seasoning.

Perhaps because a little spiritual water was added to the water used to soak the soybeans, the tofu is quite delicious and has no bean smell at all.

"This is excellent tofu. I didn't expect it to be so successful the first time I made it."

Yang Jun smiled happily, feeling happy about his hands-on ability.

First of all, you have to try how the tofu tastes.

So he heated up some oil in a pan, thinking of making some Mapo Tofu to try it out.

Unfortunately, halfway through, I realized I had no bean paste and couldn’t even stir-fry the red oil, so I declared it a failure.

Even so, this chili tofu is still delicious and deserves to be called a delicacy.

Then he tried the method of squeezing soybean oil with a stone mill and found that it was feasible. The main reason was that his power in the small world was too strong.

So, that night Yang Jun became a coolie, pressing beans for half the night.

However, the hard work was finally rewarded. The original soybeans were turned into bean cakes, and there were also nine barrels of golden five-jin soybean oil.

This thing is the kind of bottle used for wine. Yang Jun bought ten of them when he went to the supply and marketing cooperative last time. He almost used them all up.

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