snake coffin

Chapter 201 Spring Water Tofu
I looked at the scrambling pig, and since it had already started to go mad and kill its own kind, I was afraid it would start to get irritable again.

But Mrs. Fan walked in, and I hurriedly followed.

Her yard is an old-fashioned kind of yard. There is a large stone jar under the eaves, which was used to pound rice cakes. Now it is filled with water and has a bowl of lotus, which makes the farmer happy. The small courtyard adds a bit of elegance.

"I'll make loach and boiled tofu for you." Mrs. Fan saw me looking at the stone jar, took a bamboo sieve, and put it to the bottom of the stone jar.

I even copied out the bowl lotus tree with the mud belt and the loach drilling in the mud inside.

She quickly grabbed the loach and threw it into the bucket next to it: "Old Fan loves this one. He said he would go out for a few days. I caught the loach for fear of losing weight, so I kept it in this tank."

"There are spring water tofu picked up in the village in the refrigerator. I'll pull some shallots for you when I'm behind the house, and cook them together. They're fresh and tender, and they're delicious." Mrs. Fan said while laughing.

The face that had been rough due to the wind and sun seemed to have softened.

"No, I'm just here to deliver something." I suddenly felt a severe lump in my throat and didn't want to read anymore. I turned around and put my glasses and the old mobile phone on the window sill, raised my feet and wanted to leave.

"Since he asked you to deliver things, you must be his most valued student. Can't you help him eat a bowl when he can't eat?" Mrs. Fan looked up at me and said in a deep voice, "You are the dragon. Spirit."

I stopped and turned to look at her: "How do you know?"

"Long Ling, the daughter of Snake Wine Dragon, Lao Fan has told me many times and even showed me your photos. But you are not very photogenic. You look much more beautiful in person than in the photos." Mrs. Fan said The loach was put in the bucket, and the mud in the bamboo sieve and the bowl of lotus were poured back: "Old Fan said that he was dead before, but now he is a living dead, just because of the snake, wine, and dragon."

"Did he tell you this kind of thing?" I didn't expect that Teacher Fan looked honest and old-fashioned, but I didn't expect that he was someone who couldn't hold back his words.

"The one who covered the quilt, I don't know where he is. If you have something to say, don't tell me, tell someone." Mrs. Fan filled the bamboo sieve that was made of mud with loach, and put it under the faucet. He rushed, waved to me and said, "Come in."

It's rare to meet an ordinary person who knows this and is so familiar, so I had no choice but to follow in.

I saw her quickly stuffing firewood into the stove: "Can you light a fire? Your family lives in a town, and you use a gas stove, right? Food fried with gas is not as delicious as fried with firewood!"

I was afraid that my hair would be burnt, so I picked it up with my backhand.

I already heard Mrs. Fan staring at me: "Children nowadays can't even light a fire, let alone cook. If you don't have adults at home, I'm afraid you will starve to death. When we were young, we would help you when we were three or four years old. My lord, light the fire, you can cook by yourself at the age of six or seven, how can it be like you...all of them belong to the landlord's house."

I looked at her, she was definitely not as old as my mother, but this habit of talking, it can be seen that she and Teacher Fan are definitely a couple.

In the eyes of their generation, our generation is almost a generation that has been raised and abandoned. If they don't know how to burn firewood, they can rise to the point where they will starve to death.

I sat down and helped light the fire.

I saw her adding two ladles of water to the iron pot, pouring the loach twisting in the bamboo sieve into the pot with a splash, and covering it with a wooden lid full of oil.

"You're on fire, don't worry about it. I'll go back and pull out two handfuls of green onions!" Mrs. Fan was very enthusiastic, she put down the lid of the pot and left.

I sat under the dim light, watching the flames spitting and swallowing at the bottom of the pot. As the water temperature rose little by little, the loach in the pot began to struggle and swim in a "squeaky" motion because it sensed the heat. ring.

Looking at the greasy wooden pot lid, I reached out and opened the lid, only to see that some loaches had been burned white, and some were still swimming.

But a loach is a loach after all, it cannot grow wings, and even if the lid of the pot is opened, it cannot escape the hot water.

"Hurry up and close the pot. Don't open the pot when cooking loach. Otherwise, it will be fishy and unpalatable." Mrs. Fan came back with a handful of green onions. When she saw me staring at the loach in the pot, she hurriedly pushed down the lid.

Hand me the handful of green onions: "Choose green onions."

My hands were stuffed with mud, so I sat down on the stool honestly and started picking onions.

Mrs. Fan turned around and took out two pieces of spring water tofu from the refrigerator in the main room: "The loach tofu needs to be fresh and tender. Old Fan loves it. I don't know when he will come back. He picks two pieces of tofu every day and puts it in the refrigerator. Wait."

She slowly broke the tofu into small cubes and put it in the bowl: "I was afraid that he would come back late, so I didn't dare to fry it at night, so I bought two fresh pieces the next morning, and then fried and ate the ones from the previous day. "

The tender watery tofu fell into the bowl, and some of them broke immediately, and something crystal fell on the tofu cubes, which shone with the water.

Mrs. Fan took a deep breath, but the knife didn't stop: "I thought he didn't do anything evil, even if he was a living dead, he would always come back, so he went out after breakfast every day to catch loach and keep it in the stone tank. Thinking about the day he comes back to eat, I can make it for him..."

I pinched the onion with my fingernails, tore off the mud and skin and threw it into the water. I could smell the fishy smell from the steam in the pot, but I didn't know how to answer.

I thought she knew Teacher Fan’s identity and knew that I was coming and that Teacher Fan would leave something behind. However, she didn’t expect that all she could do in the end was help him drink a bowl of loach and cook tofu.

After I chose the green onions, Mrs. Fan sprinkled some salt on the tofu cut into small pieces, and took the green onions to wash.

While waiting to cut the green onions, she seemed to be a little absent-minded, and accidentally cut her finger.

Bright red blood gushed out, dyeing the green onions red.

She pinched her fingers: "Oh. I'm going to wash my hands. When the soup is white, add the tofu and add some lard. I put salt on the tofu, so I don't need to add salt. Wait until the tofu is soft. Now, add the shallots.”

She explained it very skillfully, but I stared at her fingers.

Her blood was so red that it fell on the green onion, but there was nothing.

Now Qingshui Town is surging with black violence. Even if there is no blood, those who defend their rights before returning to Long Village are somewhat contaminated with black violence, so they are a little excited, so Mo Xiu uses magic to force them back.

But Mrs. Fan's blood was clean and pure, without any dark resentment.

Obviously all the pigs in her family were infected with Hei Li and started to bite their own kind, but she was not infected with Hei Li at all?

"Teacher." I looked at her deeply, and said with a light smile, "Ms. Fan, do you have anything to say to me?"

"He asked me to make loach and boiled tofu for you." Mrs. Fan pinched her fingers and looked at me with a bitter and pleading look on her face: "He is gone, just drink a bowl before leaving."

I listened to the bubbling heat in the pot, and stared at Mrs. Fan's fingers: "Okay. You go to treat the wound first!"

Mrs. Fan explained how to cook tofu again, and then went to wash the wound.

I looked at the green onion, the white and tender tofu, and the steaming pot.

He stretched out his hand, soaked the blood that Mrs. Fan had dripped on the scallions, and slowly put it into his mouth.

The blood tastes fishy and sweet, but I can't taste anything, but I can be sure that there is no blackness in her blood.

But from her accent, she is from Qingshui Town, and has been living in Qingshui Town, why hasn't she been infected by Hei Li?

I listened to the sound of gurgling in the pot, and opened the lid of the pot. The loach inside had been boiled, and the soup was the color of rice washing water.

Holding the tofu and wanting to put it in, she heard Mrs. Fan say: "It hasn't been stewed yet, let's boil it for a while, anyway, I don't eat loach, I only eat soup and tofu. It's not like we don't have firewood, this spring water tofu , it was the blind woman at the head of Zaoshan Village who got up before dawn to grind, and it was only 12 yuan for this table a day."

"The more you cook it, the tenderer it becomes and the more flavor it has, so it tastes better." Mrs. Fan picked up a piece of tofu dipped in salt and handed it to me: "Try it, it's also very tender when eaten raw."

I have never tasted raw water tofu.

But she brought it to my mouth, and it wouldn’t be good if I didn’t taste it.

I couldn't help but open my mouth and hold the tofu in my mouth.

First of all, the taste of raw salt on the outside was a little uncomfortable, but the tofu melted in the mouth, and the salt taste was washed away, and it was a clear tofu taste, which was very refreshing.

Mrs. Fan herself also picked up two pieces and stuffed them into her mouth, and smiled at me: "Do you know why you are making two pieces of water tofu? When Lao Fan was here, he helped me light the fire. The soup was not boiling, so we took If we eat this tofu dipped in salt, we can eat half of it raw.”

"He is an old nerd. He always told me that this tofu was invented by King Liu An of Huainan when he was burning elixirs. It is also a kind of elixir. It depends on what water and ingredients are used. Maybe we will eat this Tofu, you can ascend to heaven like the King of Huainan." Mrs. Fan's fingers held the tofu, maybe too hard, or too weak, and the tofu pieces actually broke.

She looked at me a little embarrassed: "Do you know King Huainan? Do you want me to tell you? Every time Lao Fan helps me make fire to make loach and cook tofu, he tells me about King Huainan ordering tofu."

I stared at the tofu in her bowl, gently stretched out my hand, pinched a piece in my mouth, and nodded: "I've only heard of such a person, please tell me about it, Master."

Liu An, the king of Huainan, is the one who likes alchemy, and finally eats the elixir and soars in the daylight.

There are also rumors that the phrase "when a person attains enlightenment, chickens and dogs ascend to heaven" comes from him.

Liu An also recruited guests and experts in alchemy, and compiled the "Neishu", which is now known as "Huainanzi".

What I don't understand is that Teacher Fan left a pair of glasses for me to send back, and brought a dish and a person.

So the reason why Mrs. Fan doesn't have black blood in her body is because of these tofu?

Just like when my dad makes snake wine, the wine he uses can only be the wine brewed by Li Qian's family drinking Longquan water?
(End of this chapter)