The safety and comfort of traveling through farming

Chapter 15

He Tao devoted himself to the project of "Tofu Su".

As a young urban woman in the 21st century, when she thinks of tofu, she has two impressions: Mimi, boxed skim tofu!
As for how tofu changed from soybeans to white and tender tofu, she can still remember that the three elements of "stone mill, soybeans, and lime water" also gave her the attributes of a dead house.Because it's a nerd, and it's a dead nerd, there's no need for her not to go out, including traveling.At the beginning when the company’s collective activity organization went to a certain ancient town, her colleagues came out to let loose like prisoners running wild. She lazily squatted at the farmhouse for dinner and watched people make stone-milled tofu. Only then did she have a rough idea of ​​how to make tofu impression.

Step one, soak the soybeans first.

Before going to bed last night, she had soaked about five catties of soybeans.When I woke up in the morning, I saw that it was all swollen, and five catties of beans soaked a whole clay pot.

Under her urging, Fu Shi installed the stone mill first thing in the morning, and according to her request, he specially placed it at the height where she could push a small stool.

She sat down excitedly, and pulled the putter: "Um~uh~, it's so heavy! Stone, come here!"

After a stick of incense, Fu Shi was replaced. The first thing he did was relocate the stone mill. It was really aggrieved to let him sit on a small stool and grind the mill.

So, after a morning passed, the young couple hadn't started work yet!
Pour beans into the hole in the middle of the grinding disc, then turn the grinding disc, and then add some water at any time, and the soybean milk will be left in the wooden barrel below the grinding mouth.

"Soymilk is coming out!" He Tao hugged Fu Shi's arm excitedly: "Shitou, we have soymilk!"

"Soymilk?" Fu Shi looked at the unknown liquid in the bucket: "Daughter-in-law, you toss so much just to make this?"

"It's more than that!" He Tao raised his eyebrows proudly: "This is an exclusive secret recipe, just wait for the delicious food!"

Fu Shi stopped talking.Greedy little daughter-in-law!I will toss and eat all day long!That's all, my daughter-in-law has to be well-raised, white and strong, so be greedy if you are greedy!
Fu Shi turned the millstone "creaking" and finally finished grinding five catties of soybeans.He Tao took out the cloth bag that he had prepared to sew in advance, used the white muslin cloth he had bought to sew his underwear before, made a double-layer bag, filled it with half of the soybean milk, and squeezed the bag.She pressed it twice and felt bored, so she asked Fu Shi to take over.

"Stone, come on, press hard!"

"Okay, daughter-in-law!"

Fu Shi really pressed hard, and as a result, "touched", the bag burst—the young couple took a soy milk bath firmly.

Half an hour later, it was ready to go again.This time, Fu Shi was gentler, and finally succeeded in suppressing the remaining half of the soy milk, and then added water to the bag, squeezing out the first escaped bean juice, and finally got a small half bucket of tofu. soy milk.

Because he didn't know the ratio of gypsum water to put in when ordering bean curd, He Tao divided the soy milk into three parts and tried a few more times.Fu Shi lit the fire and added firewood, while He Tao stood in front of the stove holding a large spoon, first poured the soy milk into the pot to boil, and carefully knocked off the foam on the surface.When it is almost cooked, use a wooden spoon to scoop up lime water and sprinkle it evenly on the water surface. The soy milk will gradually solidify into bean curd. Finally, use a strainer to press it on the top to press out the water from the beans, and the bean curd is ready.

He Tao got stuck at the penultimate step.

After all, he added lime water to the food. He Tao was worried about the amount, so he only dared to put a little in the first time, and got a pot of cooked soy milk. The second pot was a little bolder, and he added a small spoonful, and got a pot Soybean curd soaked in soy milk, the last pot was barely successful.

Even after trying it three times, the tofu pudding that I ordered didn't look good—it looked like a pot of tofu nao with water added.You can't use a leaky sieve to press it. If you press it, it will become a pulp.

She wiped the sweat from her forehead—cooking is really a profound knowledge!It's amazing how I actually do this from memory though!
"Daughter-in-law, what is this?" Fu Shi looked at He Tao who was so intoxicated by the self-moving emotion: "Can I eat it?"

He Tao just scooped up a spoonful, leaked the bean water, put it in his mouth tremblingly, and tasted it: "Well, the bean curd flavor is here!"

The bean curd has been made, but the tofu still needs to work hard!Tofu should be wrapped in cloth and placed in a container, then pressed with a wooden board, and pressed into shape, it is considered tofu.

"Can I eat it?" Fu Shi opened his mouth to eat the tofu curd He Tao fed.Well, it's slippery and soft, and you don't need to bite your teeth, you can swallow it directly by rolling your tongue.

"How is it?" He Tao asked excitedly, "Is it delicious?"

Fu Shi was silent for a while, thought carefully and replied, "I can't tell what it smells like."

"It's just like eating it directly," He Tao pushed over a plate of soy sauce: "You dip it in some seasonings and try it! It's delicious!"

Fu Shi started the arduous process of using chopsticks to pick up bean curd.Because He Tao's skills were not good enough, the tofu he made couldn't be picked up with chopsticks at all, and it broke when he picked it up. In the end, Fu Shi was very unhappy and directly drank a plate of tofu mixed with soy sauce, which was so salty that he drank a large scoop of cold water.

This is just the beginning. Since the weather, He Tao has started a long journey of getting serious with soybeans. Therefore, in the half month before the Chinese New Year, the two meals of the Dahuangdi Fu's family every day are tofu curd, tofu, and tofu brain.

Later, when Fu Shi saw that the tofu was about to vomit sour water, he couldn't take it anymore, and for the first time he yelled at He Tao: "Can you make something else?!!!"

Because of the earnestness of the old lady before, He Tao took time out of his busy schedule to communicate with the villagers of Rongshu Village.After she made a pot of tofu curd that was passable, she took Fu Shi with a big bowl to deliver tofu to people she knew well.

I went to the old lady Cheng in the village first, and the old lady was so happy that she couldn't close her mouth from ear to ear. She just said that this product is good, and it is most suitable for elderly people with bad teeth!
When she said this, He Tao thought of He Daliang, the great uncle of the He family.

Fu Shi couldn't step over that hurdle for a while, and he was unwilling to go anyway.The villagers probably wouldn't be able to accept him at once, so He Tao asked him to go to his second uncle's house to deliver the bean curds, while she plucked up the courage to carry the bean curds to the He family's ancestral house.

The He family's ancestral house is located in the east of the village. It is an old house with two entrances. It can be regarded as one of the most luxurious houses in Rongshu Village.Before He Tao entered, he heard noisy voices inside. When he entered the courtyard, the door was wide open, and there were many people gathered together in the courtyard.Looking carefully, it turns out that the crowd is surrounded by a long desk, on which there are pens and ink and a thick stack of cut long strips of red paper.

He Tao immediately understood that the villagers had come to Grand Uncle's house to beg for Spring Festival couplets!

An old man in Confucian robes with white hair and long beard stood in front of the table, holding a large pen in his hand, pointing to the newly written Spring Festival couplets on the table and read: "Fuwang, wealth, fortune, fortune, family prosperity, people's prosperity, business prosperity, horizontal criticism , full of joy!"

"it is good!"

The onlookers shouted neatly, happily holding the couplets in their hands, and started boasting before it was their turn.

"Happy door! Good omen!"

"Uncle's Spring Festival couplets are good!"

"Uncle He, write such a happy picture for my family too!"

"..."

He Tao suddenly felt a little goosebumps all over her body, and she felt that the great uncle was like the mascot of this area.

The only scholar in ten villages and eight miles, he is still energetic and well-known in his seventy years of age. It seems that everyone thinks that he is exuding blessings. Every year when the Spring Festival approaches, not to mention the people in Rongshu Village, there are people in nearby villages. Many people came to discuss couplets with Tai Shugong, hoping to get some good luck.

Seeing the group of them chattering lively, He Tao carried a large bowl of bean curd into and out, and stood there in embarrassment.

"Isn't this the peach girl from the Fuguo brothers' family!"

Finally someone found her and solved her predicament. Although the voice was a little embarrassed and the eyes were not particularly friendly, He Tao was still very grateful to the person who found her.Against the murmurs all around her, she tried her best to smile and walked forward to salute: "Great Uncle!"

The people around took a few steps back silently, as if seeing the God of Plague.

He Tao said to himself, "Bear, bear, you ignorant feudal superstitions!" Holding the pressure, he brought the big bowl to Grand Uncle Grandpa, "Grand Uncle Grandpa, I made some fresh food for you to taste! "

The great uncle stared at her fixedly, and after a while, he looked at the bowl she was holding, and found that it was indeed something he had never seen before, before opening his mouth: "What fresh food?"

"We made this unintentionally, and we named it 'Baifu'." He Tao maintained a smiling face and introduced: "After the heat is boiled, dip it in seasonings, soy sauce or sugar, the taste is still good Yes. So I brought it here for you to taste."

He Tao has struggled with this name for a long time.It can't be called tofu. Although I don't know where the word "tofu" originated in that world, it has to be changed here.She doesn't want people to guess the raw material from the name, so the word "bean" can't be used, and she wants to change its color to "white rot", but think about it again. It's unlucky to have a "white" or "rotten" one, and then it was simply called Baifu!

"You will!" Grand Uncle Tai turned his head and shouted after hearing this: "Take it into the kitchen!" "

Hearing the sound, a fourteen or five-year-old boy walked quickly to He Tao, took the big bowl, and thanked him.

He Tao breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to say a word and leave - she felt that staying here was a lot of mental pressure!

"Come on, Tao girl, Grand Uncle will also write you a Spring Festival couplet!" Grand Uncle said angrily.

He Tao was overjoyed: "Thank you, Grand Uncle!"

Grand Uncle Tai picked up the pen, closed his eyes and thought for a while, and then wrote: "In addition to diseases and health, go to the God of Plague and be safe, and horizontally write: Four seasons are healthy and safe."

This should not be a curse but a good wish from the elders, right?
He Tao was sweating madly.

After the great uncle finished writing, he directly said to He Tao: "Peach girl, take it!"

Few of the people around were literate, so they just thought she had won a good fortune.

He Tao also held the couplet with a smile on his face, then bowed: "Thank you, Grand Uncle."

"Live a good life!" Grand Uncle said meaningfully.

"Yes, thank you great uncle for teaching." He Tao saluted again.

So, He Tao took such a couplet back to the Great Wasteland.

Uncle Tai is not bad, she thought to herself, fortunately he didn't read it out, if the word "God of Plague" was heard by the illiterate villagers, it would be a bad thing as well as a good thing!

As soon as He Tao got home, he happily asked Fu Shi to put up the Spring Festival couplets, which were bright red, adding a little joy to this desolate place.

"Daughter-in-law, what are you writing?" Fu Shi couldn't read.

He Tao didn't dare to read it out, but said vaguely: "It's all auspicious words, safe seasons or something, anyway, it's good!"

Fu Shi smiled silly: "Well, of course the great uncle's writing is good, and next year will definitely have good luck!"

Don't talk about He Tao—even if you are lucky, I will trade tofu for it!
(End of this chapter)