Take Arada back to the past

Chapter 213, Plan to go to Tjin

Yang Xiaole took Huzi back to the courtyard in Sidaowan Hutong, but Dalong was called to the police station by him.

"Uncle Mouse, fortunately you took the things away in advance, otherwise our losses would have been huge!"

Huzi put the things away and looked at the empty house opposite and smiled.

Yang Xiaole came to the room opposite, looked at the empty house and said, "You should dig the cellar here as soon as possible. Make it more hidden and dig deeper underground. By the way, remember to leave a vent."

It is still obvious to put it here. If one day someone sees something that is not in it, it will be trouble.

Although basically no one will come here.

Hearing this, Huzi nodded lightly: "Okay, my eldest brother and I were planning to come over today to get it. By the way, where is the entrance to the cave?"

Yang Xiaole looked around, looked at the closet next to her and said, "Just under this closet."

If no one reports it, who would be free to look for holes in the basement?

After hearing this, Huzi came to a dilapidated wardrobe, looked at it, and nodded: "Okay, then just put it here. When Brother Dalong comes back, I will fight with him."

After saying that, he thought of something, hesitated and said, "By the way, Uncle Mouse, let me tell you something! Don't tell me?"

Yang Xiaole glanced at him: "If you fart, just let it go! Tell half of what you say."

Hearing this, Huzi glanced outside the door and whispered: "Uncle Moazi, you are really amazing at letting us save food!"

"What do you mean?"

Being praised for no reason made him confused for a while.

Huzi said mysteriously: "I also heard what my father said. Don't they often pull goods at the train station?"

"Well, I know, tell me."

It's just nonsense. Lin Kun and his group are pulling a cart, so he naturally knows it.

Huzi chuckled and said, "That's right. Yesterday I heard my father and Dalong's father chatting there, and there were rumors coming from the train station that food and non-staple food from other places were starting to... There is a shortage, and the grain transferred in is getting less and less. I said that the river B side used to go once a day, but now it only takes half a month to bring it over. "

Yang Xiaole thought about it for a moment and glanced at him.

"and then?"

He is naturally aware of this matter. Not to mention knowing about future generations, he can guess a thing or two just from the scene he heard in the bathhouse last time.

Huzi was confused for a moment: "But...then what? It's gone?"

Yang Xiaole shook his head speechlessly, damn, I thought he had something insightful to say!

That's it!

Then he asked: "Then stock up! Stock up as much as you can! Stock up on cans and the like. If you believe in me, stock up. If you don't, forget it."

There is no ticket for this thing now.

But the price is extremely expensive, only a few yuan a bottle.

But this thing can be released.

It's a pity that he can't find a reason to hoard, otherwise it would be nice to get some and put them in the open.

He looked at the room and said, "Okay, if nothing happens, I'll leave first and let them continue collecting things. By the way, don't mess with the hole in the cellar. I'll take care of it then."

If these guys were to do it, they would definitely be able to see the hole by moving the wardrobe.

It's up to him to do it, be safe.

Then said hello and left.

Huzi watched him go, touched his head, and muttered: "What did I want to say? How could I forget it?"

But seeing that he had already left, he didn't think much about it.

After Yang Xiaole came out, he thought about everything and prepared to go back.

However, he still ran to Yang Guangping to see if he had discovered anything new. After all, the two of them ran back that day.

I don’t know until I go there, but I didn’t expect to find five gold bars in Yang Guangping’s home.

Yang Xiaole was surprised when he saw this thing.

There really is something.

Are there gold bars stored elsewhere?

Did you just find one of the secret spots?
I was thinking about going to see it someday.

After thinking about it, Yang Guangping had five, so Zhang Xingtang must also have five.

I didn't find any useful information and finally left.

As for the gold, he didn't touch it.

With those two hundred pieces, he no longer cares about these five pieces, so as not to alert others, and the gold is placed here in case it has an unexpected effect!
Come to Zhang Xingtang's side.

Sure enough, five roots were also found here.

But no useful information was found either.

After thinking about it for a while, I decided to leave directly. From now on, these two people will have to keep a closer eye on them.

What if I go to Tianjin one day?
I passed by a grain store and bought a lot of soybean noodles and various mixed beans for making porridge.

This thing requires food stamps. When I can't bear to give up food stamps, I usually don't buy a lot of it. I only buy it for cooking porridge and the like. There has never been a shortage.

But it’s almost bottomed out.

When I returned home with my things, the courtyard was already full of bedsheets, quilt covers, and cotton-padded jacket covers, and the eldest wife and the young daughter-in-law were all busy there.

A scene that is about to celebrate the New Year.

There is an eldest sister at home, and he is so lazy that he will naturally not wash clothes.

In the next few days, Yang Xiaole went to practice martial arts every day, and occasionally went to Qiao Yan's place to stock up on some goods.

Occasionally go out and get some fish and come back to improve your life.

Time slowly came to the New Year's Eve.

There is a three-day holiday during the New Year, but there is no holiday on New Year's Eve. However, according to the rules of previous years and the rules of all walks of life, by around [-] p.m., everyone is basically getting off work and going home to prepare for the New Year.

In the early morning, every household begins to prepare things for the New Year in the evening.

I didn't go to Suo Ye's house this morning. I was pulled up early in the morning to clean up the house.

"Xiao Le, come here!"

Yang Xiaole was cooking soy milk and preparing tofu when he heard Teacher Fang's voice calling.

He naturally knows how to make tofu.

The materials are actually easy to buy.

This is the ratio. He tried it many times in space and finally found the ratio.

"Hey, it's here! Xizi, come here and stir, don't stop, or it will rush out. Cook for about ten minutes, then stop, and leave it there."

He agreed, explained it to the brother next to him, and left.

Xizi followed him with a curious look on his face.

When Yang Xiaole came to Teacher Fang's house opposite, he saw him holding a lot of red paper and writing couplets there.

There are couplets sold in the vegetable market, and they are all handwritten.

Teacher Fang is in the compound, so naturally he won't go out and buy it. Every year, other families provide materials, and Teacher Fang writes couplets.

He used to write my own books too.

"Teacher Fang, what's wrong?"

Fang Guoping put down the pen in his hand with a smile, smiled at him and said, "Here, write two pictures."

Yang Xiaole thought about it for a while and realized that it was indeed a long time since he had practiced calligraphy and his hands were itchy.

He smiled and responded: "Hey, okay, I'll write two pieces, and I'll have to do the rest, Teacher Fang!"

Next to her, Fang Guoping's daughter-in-law Sun Qian was making noodles there. When she saw this scene, she smiled and said: "Xiao Le, I saw your name the other day and always talked about you when I had nothing to do. I heard that you used to be the first in school exams. He said that when you sign up after school starts, he will put you in his class."

Yang Xiaole came to the table and was about to pick up his pen when he was stunned when he heard this.

In fact, he didn't really want to go to Fang Guoping's class.

There were several students in his class in the compound.

Not counting his own girls.

Li Haitang from Ban'erye's family, Wang Xuewu, the second grandson from Uncle Wang's family, Zhao Jiefang, the second eldest son from the coal-pulling master's family, and Xiaozao from Widow Tian's family, were all in his class.

After all, there are only three classes in the grade.

Anyway, he felt a little uncomfortable being in the same courtyard as his class teacher.

If I miss class in the future, it will be convenient to file a complaint now.

But thinking about it, he didn't say anything, let's just be together.

Can't say, I don't want to go!

Fang Mengmeng watched curiously from the side.

Yang Xiaole laid out the red paper and looked at the ink bottle next to him. This thing was much cheaper than the ink sticks. It was just a couplet.

After placing it, he asked: "Teacher Fang, can you write whatever you want?"

Fang Guoping smiled and nodded: "Just write it down. You should have written it before, right?"

The rural areas are even more reluctant to buy ready-made couplets, and they always find someone to write them. Yang Xiaole must have written in the rural areas at this level.

After saying that, she smiled at him and said: "You moisten your pen first, and I will prepare something for you later. You can help me write something else. Mengmeng, go get my piece of Hui ink and grind some ink." "

Fang Mengmeng laughed and said, "Dad, why are you willing to use that? Usually, you are reluctant to use it for me?"

As he spoke, he walked towards the back room.

Fang Guoping laughed when he heard this and said, "It's a waste if I give it to you."

Then he turned his head and said, "What are you doing in a daze? Writing?"

Yang Xiaole didn't understand what it meant.

But without asking too much, I'll know in a while.

Picking up the pen and dipping it in some ink, he began to write there.

When writing couplets, naturally there are not too many bells and whistles, just some couplets with beautiful meanings repeated over and over again.

Naturally, he will not innovate.

The regular script of the eight-point regular script that draws the pen to the clouds and water flows vividly on the paper.

The first couplet: the sun rises and the flowers on the river are redder than the fire. The second couplet: the spring comes and the river is as green as blue. The horizontal line: the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant.

"When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue..."

Fang Guoping looked at the couplet on the paper, muttered something, and nodded slightly.

Then he raised his head and asked: "Xiao Le, I actually called you here today to ask you something."

As he spoke, he put the written couplet next to him.

After putting the things away, he said in confusion: "I have a teacher who is now the vice president of the Literary and Art Association. Are you interested in taking a look? If you are chosen by him and accept a student, your future will be uncertain. Limited. His students are all over the country..."

In his opinion, Yang Xiaole already has such profound attainments at such an age.

And this is when there is a lack of pen and ink in rural areas.He has been practicing calligraphy since he was a child, and he is not the best among his peers, at least he is not too bad.

Yang Xiaole can achieve such a level at the age of about forty. What a talent it is for Yang Xiaole to have such attainments at such a young age!
When Yang Xiaole heard this, he smiled awkwardly.

"Teacher Fang, let's forget about this?"

If others don’t know the situation, doesn’t he himself know it?

It's impossible to say that there is no talent.

When the old dean taught him calligraphy, part of it was to sharpen his adventurous temperament, and part of it was because he was a good prospect.

The Literary and Art Association at this time was known as the All-China Literary Workers Association.

In fact, it is the full name of the Writers Association.

The Literary and Art Association at this time was not the kind of thing that people of later generations could participate in.

Among them there are many famous figures such as Mao Dun, Lao She, and Ba Jin. It can be said that the dozens of people inside are all at the level of masters.

He's still kind of self-aware.

After a few years, if there is still no progress, then the person who will be embarrassed will be himself.

And he doesn't have much interest in this.

Then he picked up the pen and wrote a few couplets and the character "福".

Fang Guoping heard what he said, thought about it, and then smiled: "Don't you think about it? Why don't you discuss it with your parents? This will be good for you in the future."

Yang Xiaole put away the pen with a smile, picked up a couplet and said with a smile: "Teacher Fang, I just took this couplet! I will bring you the money later."

You still have to pay for the materials yourself.

After speaking, he left with a smile.

"Dad, it's finished!! Hey, why is Xiaole gone?"

Fang Mengmeng grinded the ink and walked out of the inner room.

Seeing Yang Xiaole leaving just now, I felt strange for a while.

Fang Guoping shook his head: "What a pity!"

Then he smiled at Fang Mengmeng and said, "Okay, didn't you always say I won't let you use it? Go and practice it yourself!"

After that, continue writing couplets.

Fang Mengmeng blinked her eyes and made a soft sound.

After Yang Xiaole came back, Xizi had put the pot of soy milk aside to cool down and was staring into the pot.

Seeing him coming, Xizi asked curiously: "Brother, can this really be made into tofu?"

"Well, you can do it, how long did you cook it?"

Soy milk is not cooked, but it can kill people.

"It was just brought down!"

Yang Xiaole nodded when he heard this and took a look. There was no oil film formed on it yet. It should have just been formed.

It's still morning, and several people haven't come back from work.

Only the eldest sister and the two little guys were there.

"Do you want to drink soy milk?"

Yang Xiaole saw the eldest sister busy there and asked a few people.

"want!"

Soy milk is not uncommon in cities and can be bought at breakfast shops outside, but it is not available in rural areas.

The eldest sister naturally responded with a smile.

"Well, get some sugar. I'll make some for you later and make tofu with the rest."

After hearing this, the eldest sister went to get a large enamel jar, added a little sugar, and put it aside.

Seeing this, Yang Xiaole filled a jar of soy milk inside.

Then several people started drinking thick soy milk.

Not to mention soy milk with sugar, just boiled water and sugar can make it delicious.

Yang Xiaole took a sip, gave the enamel jar to several people, and began to take care of his tofu.

After waiting for a while, the temperature dropped a little, so I picked out the oil film on it with chopsticks and hung it on the edge of the door.

Then I took a clean basin and filtered the bean dregs with gauze.

Start the brine for the rest.

From the previous experiments, he already knew roughly how much to use and at what temperature.

When a large number of flocculent bean curds appeared in the basin, they were put into the wooden grinding tool made by Uncle Zhao, and a layer of gauze was spread inside.

After installation, cover the wooden lid and press the prepared stones.

I saw that the grinding tool began to release water quickly, dripping into the large wooden basin underneath.

I know the principles of doing this stuff, but it’s actually not as technical as I thought.

There is one thing, waste the pot and waste the basin.

Fortunately, there is a diligent elder sister who washes behind him, otherwise, the basin alone would not be enough for him to do.

But fortunately it works.

After 10 minutes, a serving of hot tofu will be formed directly.

The eldest sister touched the tofu in the wooden box, with a look of surprise on her face: "Xiao Le, who did you learn this from? You know how to make tofu?"

After saying that, he broke off a little bit and put it in his mouth.

His face lit up with surprise: "Yeah, it's delicious."

"I'll come too!"

Xizi couldn't wait to follow behind and make a little.

When Yang Xiaole saw this, he smiled and took a knife to cut off a small piece and put it into the bowl next to him. He added a little soy sauce, sesame oil, and some chili pepper.

I mashed it up and took a big bite.

It’s okay, the beans are full of flavor.

Three kilograms of bean noodles make a little more than nine kilograms of old tofu. If you want to eat tender tofu, just don't press it for so long next time.

After a while, the news about Yang Xiaole making tofu spread throughout the compound.

They all came to watch.

After Aunt Wang came over, she looked at the tender yellow tofu and was surprised: "Xiao Le, is this really the tofu you made?"

"Well, Aunt Wang, try it!"

Yang Xiaole cut a piece and then into small dices for everyone to try.

This time he was not as generous as giving each person a piece.

The fish was caught, and the bones and pig blood were bought by others under the pretense of being bought at no cost.

But this soybean flour costs more than two cents per catty, which is more expensive than flour.

Naturally, he would not generously give one piece to each person.

Fang Guoping's wife also took a sip and said, "Well, it tastes just like the one sold for sale! How could you do that?"

Everyone else listened curiously.

But a group of children were just looking at the tofu and were too embarrassed to ask for it.

Yang Xiaole smiled and said: "Auntie, you all know how to make it. Make some tofu with brine, and one thing will be reduced! It's just a matter of mastering the amount and the method. There is a tofu grinder in our commune, and I like to be next to him, and then Ask the master and you will slowly learn how to do it."

In fact, this stuff is nonsense.

Whether it is a tofu maker in the city or a communal tofu maker, it is all private before the public-private partnership.

Even if it is a public-private partnership, this technology will not be passed on to others.

Hearing this, Sun Qian looked at Fang Guoping next to her with a smile and said, "Old Fang, have you read this book in vain? Didn't you always say that there is a golden house in the book?"

Hearing this, Fang Guoping just smiled.

Aunt Zhao next to her was chewing the tofu in her mouth and smiling: "Xiao Le, is this troublesome to make? Can you make some for Auntie?"

Yang Xiaole smiled upon hearing this.

He naturally guessed that something would happen if he made this thing.

Didn't he refuse? Instead, he said: "Auntie, this is not difficult to make, but it takes time and a lot of pot. So, if any of you want to make it, I have some soybean noodles boiled at home. I'll teach you how to make it. Anyway, This grinding tool is made by Uncle Zhao, so we can all use it together."

He didn't pay attention to technical rumors.

They are all people in the compound, and everyone is living well, so their family is not so out of the ordinary.

And it takes time for him to do it, and there may be a cost for materials.

It doesn't matter if you are alone, there are so many people in the compound!

If he did it, should he give it away or not!

Sending, this is not a thing.

Not giving it away would seem petty.

Might as well teach them.

Everyone was surprised when they heard this.

This is technology!

Is it just rumored?

But it's good to think about it.

After hearing this and the words, Aunt Wang pondered for a while and nodded, "Sure, I bought tofu today, and we'll make it together in two days. I have a big pot at home."

"Hey, good!"

"It's done! Let Xiaole teach us when the time comes."

……

Everyone was talking about it for a while.

After the agreement was made, everyone left one after another.

Yang Xiaole looked at the backs of everyone leaving and smiled.

After throwing the things to the eldest sister to pack, he ran back.

I'm thinking about something in my mind.

Yesterday I went to Yang Guangping and Zhang Xingtang and found that both of them had bought a train ticket to Tjin.

Judging from the intentions of the two people, they must be looking for something there.

The train on the morning of the third day of junior high school.

No, you have to find an excuse to go there. You can’t let others get good things!
(End of this chapter)