The tough wife has room to farm

Chapter 145

Entering the door of the small courtyard, a smell of sour and beany smells. The courtyard has limited space and is a family workshop. The sanitation conditions are not ideal. It has not been officially heated up yet, so the smell is already a bit bad. Smell, except for a small brick road that is not wide, the ground is surrounded by dots of bean dregs that have accumulated over the years.

There is also pot water poured out at will.

It's not that people don't like cleanliness, the main reason is that they are getting older and want to live a fine life, and their physical strength is too much.

"Modey tofu, is edamame at home?"

The old man in this family is surnamed Mao, because several generations in the family have been making tofu. When the old man’s father was alive, the name of this Mao tofu was his father. Now the old man has become a very old man, and his father has long since Since ancient times, he has become the edamame in people's mouth.

In the open space of the yard, a stooped old man walked out of a shed with two large pots and a plate of stone mill, his eyes were not working well, he squinted and looked towards the gate of the yard, "Who is here to buy tofu?" It's late, the tofu has already been picked out and sold, come here early tomorrow!"

His family doesn’t cook much every day, just the two large pots in front of him, with two large pots of soy milk, can make three buckets of tofu cubes, two buckets are carried to other villages for sale, and one bucket is at home. Selling to the villagers of Beihe Village and Nanhe Village has been a sales habit for many years.

"No, no, I belong to Tieshu's family, Tieshu of Village End Village, I always have something to discuss with you."

"Xiaoshu's family, Xiumei! My eyesight is not good, so come in and talk, and watch your feet."

Although the old man's eyes are not very good, he is still quite accurate when walking around his house. He leads it in front and invites people to sit in the house.

The situation in the old man’s house is not very good either. There are two daughters-in-law and four grandchildren, the youngest of which has not yet been weaned. There is still one room for a person in the three-and-a-half rooms. Live in the half of the hut where the little girl lived before she got married.

"The house is messy, don't be disgusted, who is this?" The old man tried very hard to see the warmth that came in behind Aunt Xiumei, but unfortunately his cataract-prone eyes couldn't see the facial features clearly at all, and he could only see one Approximate outline.

"Uncle Mao, this is the daughter-in-law of the Shen family in Nanhe Village, warm, do you know?"

Put the things down, Aunt Xiumei introduced.

When it comes to the name Nuan Nuan, there are really not many people in the nearby villages who don’t know it. It is really the Shen family, and the name Nuan Nuan has been mentioned too many times, and the deeds are also unforgettable. Whose wife can have such a rich family? The great achievements of the scorpion are probably the only one for Scorpion Baba.

"Shen family, I know, she's an amazing girl, don't you just help her here?"

"That's right, that's the warmth. She's the one who's looking for you today."

Wen Nuan spoke softly, and called out politely, "Uncle Mao."

Unexpectedly, the old man burst into laughter, "Girl, I am the uncle of Zhuang Tieshu, why don't you call me Lord, why are you called uncle too!"

When the old man said this, Wen Nuan suddenly realized that his mouth was sometimes too fast, always walking in front of his mind, and came as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Grandpa Mao, I beg you to come here this time, and I also have something good to discuss with you."

Since he came to beg for help sincerely, there was no need to go round and round with words, Wen Nuan didn't know that, and told the truth about his wish for guidance on tofu making.

Wen Nuan noticed that there was movement in the rooms on both sides. It should be the daughters-in-law of the old man's house. They were obviously listening to the conversation here. After Wen Nuan finished talking about her thoughts, there was a coughing sound from inside.

A woman walked out of a room on the left hand side, holding a little doll who was only a little over one year old, smiled at the two people in the room, and said, "This is not a trivial matter, we still have to wait for it." When the mother-in-law comes back, we will discuss it with our head of the family, don’t you think so?”

Wen Nuan knows that it is reasonable for people to be so cautious. As the saying goes, teach apprentices to starve to death masters, so no matter what kind of craftsmen in this era are in, they would rather keep their craftsmanship close to the coffin than spread it casually, not to mention that they don’t recognize it. Knowledge has nothing to do with it.

Aunt Xiumei had also thought about this possibility a long time ago, "Sure, then we'll come back later when we have time. Anyway, Uncle Mao, you know my family too. If you have any news, find someone to let us know."

The two left Mao's house politely.

On the way back, Wen Nuan didn't say a word. Aunt Xiumei thought that the little girl had been hit and felt unhappy, so she said with relief, "Don't worry, people should think so. After all, it's a handicraft passed down through generations. If the son doesn't want to learn, it is impossible for him to tell others to teach it to others."

"How about, Auntie will help you think of other ways? This one is not the only one that makes tofu."

Wen Nuan smiled slightly after hearing what my aunt said, and waved her hands, "I'm not worried about that. I probably took a look at Mao's house just now. It was a little inspiration. I want to go back and try again. Auntie, I'm still a little worried. Tell me If we really ask Mr. Mao to come over and become a teacher, we are afraid that there will be other things in the future, and I think it will be fine if this thing fails."

Don’t talk about human nature, just talk about a private word of people’s hearts. Now the Mao family doesn’t make money, and the two sons don’t like this craftsmanship. What disagreement.

Wen Nuan feels that it is better to make enough food and clothing by yourself. The key is to order soy products, which are nothing more than three kinds of gypsum, brine and gluconolactone. If you experiment more, you will be able to fully grasp it, and you still need to work hard.

After thinking through all this, Nuan Nuan didn't have too many regrets.

Aunt Xiumei is now Nuan Nuan's number one die-hard fan. She believes that as long as Nuan Nuan wants to do anything, she will be able to do it. The two of them plunged into the newly built workshop almost as soon as they went there. Halo started experimenting.

The marinated tofu was the first to succeed, and Aunt Xiumei also fully mastered the production process that has been improved by the warmth, plus the grinding and precipitation of mung bean flour, as well as the changing molding methods in several products.

The enthusiasm for learning is high, and the accumulation of time day by day, finally, the warm lactone tofu has also succeeded. The smooth and tender taste instantly conquered Aunt Xiumei's cognition of tofu for many years.

"Auntie, right now we are mainly making these kinds of soy products. You can inform the workers that they can officially start work. The shelf life of these things is not very long. Remember to ask Uncle Zhuang and the others to send them to the first floor every day. New dishes I’ll go back to tidy up my house and take it with me.”

"Sure, I'll hold the measurement of brine in my hand, and I will never use it by others. Don't worry."

"There's still water!" The two women said another important point in unison, and smiled at each other. Now this special water has become the best weapon for warmth.

(End of this chapter)