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Chapter 36 Why should the horses be idle and let the donkeys work? (Please read and collect)

After soaking overnight, the beans are finally soaked. Each one is yellow and fat. When you pinch it with your hands, the translucent skin falls off and becomes sticky on your hands.

"Jianping, I've taken care of the mill at the east end of the village. Go ahead and grind the beans!" Li Xiuzhi walked in, bringing in a chill.

"You didn't close the door again, you're pinching your tail!" Cao Chungui raised his eyebrows at his wife, teasing, and then received two punches.

"Pull to the other side! Don't force me to cut you!"

Xiao Wu Yue jumped in and ran in, "Brother and sister-in-law, please don't fight. I can't replace my tail if I chop it off... Hehe, mom, please spare your life!"

The room was full of joy.

There is a "mill" at the river bend at the east end of the village.

It's said to be a mill, but it's actually extremely simple. There are two adobe houses connected, with a stone mill and a grinder on each side. After being blown by the night wind all night, a light layer of light condensed on the polished stone. The white frost is so cold that it penetrates into the bone marrow when you touch it with your hands.

Sun Jianping brought down several large wooden basins of soaked soybeans and placed them next to the grinder. He asked Cao Chungui to put a large twelve-inch iron pot outside first. Otherwise, in this weather of more than 20 degrees below zero, even if he waits to put the beans in After grinding it, it will freeze into a lump of ice.

The plate of mills in front of me is quite heavy. There is a round stone roller placed on a huge millstone with a diameter of two meters. It weighs hundreds of kilograms. It can't be pushed without any strength!

"Oh oh oh..." Zhang Ziyi led the little donkey in and put a cage on the roller. The little donkey turned around with an unconvinced expression and looked at the bay-red horses pulling the cart. Why were the horses eating grass idle? Donkeys to work?

unfair!
The little donkey saw a tub of soaked soybeans placed on the roller, and opened its mouth to eat. Zhang Ziyi pulled the cage over and slapped it on the forehead, "Jianping, let's start!"

"Ok!"

Sun Jianping picked up a wooden spoon and spread the soaked soybeans evenly on the roller. Zhang Ziyi led the donkey and pulled the stone roller back and forth.

The large stone roller weighing several hundred kilograms crunched over the soft soaked soybeans. The slightly yellowish juice flowed out from the cracks in the beans and slowly flowed into the groove under the stone roller, dripping into the bottom. In a large wooden basin.

After walking around for a while, the little donkey had to succumb to the fate and pulled the grinder in circles. Sun Jianping held a small shovel in his hand and scooped up all the soybeans stuck to the grindstone. The stone roller rolled over it over and over again.

Soon the four large pots of soybeans were crushed, and the bean skins were ground away. They were swept away with a broom, leaving only the clean watercress. Sun Jianping collected the peeled soybeans again and put them on the stone mill aside. He was brought over and tied to the stone mill.

The little donkey gave a cry with an unconvinced look on its face and kicked its body against the adobe wall, causing a puff of dust to rise.

Quit it!
strike!

Why should the horses be idle and let the donkeys work?

Sun Jianping frowned, took a bucket of soy water seeping from the ground beans, and placed it in front of it.

The little donkey wagged its tail, lowered its head, gurgled, and drank a bucket full of soybean water in one gulp.

After drinking the soybean water, the little donkey felt much better. He happily pulled up the stone mill and helped the stableman grind the beans.

"What a greedy donkey!" Sun Jianping smiled and touched the little donkey's head, poured the beans into the upper millstone of the stone mill, and as the little donkey pulled the millstone, little by little he pushed the beans into the funnel in the center of the millstone, and then passed through two large pieces. The gaps between the stones are squeezed and ground, and the swollen beans are ground into white soy milk, which flows along the groove of the lower millstone into the large wooden basin below.

A large basin was soon filled.

"Jianping, the water is boiling, let's get in the pot!"

Zhang Ziyi walked in from the outside, and Sun Jianping hummed, "I just made a pot, Zhang Shuqian can carry it over first!"

"Okay!" Zhang Ziyi used the strength of his arms to easily pick up the full basin of more than 50 kilograms of "soy milk" and walked out of the mill step by step and came outside.

The large pot outside was steaming hot. Four wooden poles were placed beside the pot, supporting a piece of gauze used for filtering. There was a wooden basin underneath, which served as a simple filtering device.

Zhang Ziyi raised the wooden basin above his head, carefully controlled the "soy milk", and slowly poured it into the gauze. After filtering the soy milk, he grabbed the remaining residue in the gauze, twisted it hard, and immediately squeezed out a lot of slurry from the gauze. , flowing into the wooden basin below.

As for the rest of the gauze cloth, it is the so-called "tofu dregs".

"Here's something delicious for you!" Zhang Ziyi laughed, grabbed a handful of bean dregs, and cheered Wang Liansheng, an old farmhand who came to watch the fun. Wang Liansheng was not annoyed. He walked over and looked at the boiling cauldron, "The heat is about the same. Come on, get off the pot!" "Yeah!"

Zhang Ziyi patted the tofu residue on his hands, and together they picked up the wooden basin filled with soy milk and slowly poured it into the pot.

When the milky white soy milk met the boiling water, white foam immediately appeared. Wang Liansheng picked up a wooden spoon and carefully skimmed off the foam. A strong beany smell came to his face, mixed with a faint fragrance, which made this five-year-old man greedy. The ten-year-old farmer swallowed.

"Watch carefully, don't put the ham into the pot!" Zhang Ziyi has a cheerful and cheerful temperament. Seeing him staring at the boiling soy milk in the pot, he slapped him on the butt and said with a smile.

"Haha, no!" Wang Liansheng smiled and repeated the action over and over again, skimming out the foam and pouring it into a small bowl nearby.

"okay!"

Zhang Ziyi looked at the cooked soy milk in the pot and nodded with satisfaction!

That’s almost it!

"Jianping, order the stew!"

Zhang Ziyi took two bowls, filled each with a bowl of soy milk, and pushed it in front of Sun Jianping, "Jianping, take out your brine!"

"Okay, Uncle Zhang, let's make an agreement. Whoever's braised tofu tastes better will win!" Sun Jianping picked up his apron and wiped the water stains on his hands, took out the glass bottle and put it on the table. , smiled.

"That means your Uncle Zhang doesn't bully children!" Zhang Ziyi laughed loudly, "Old Wang, come here and be the referee for us two!"

Wang Liansheng smiled and scooped up half a scoop of soy milk and took a sip, "Okay, you two hurry up and order the soy milk. The soy milk will solidify later!"

"Jianping, you are destined to lose. I have been making tofu for many years. This is the old brine passed down from my ancestors..." Zhang Ziyi unscrewed the bottle, took the wooden spoon, poured a little soy sauce-colored liquid into it, and then Sprinkle evenly into large bowl.

It is strange to say that the bowl of soy milk that was bubbling just now condensed quickly when it encountered the brine at a speed visible to the naked eye. Zhang Ziyi shouted, "It's done" and hurriedly took the wooden spoon and stirred it a few times to make the reaction even more intense. fast!
Sun Jianping smiled slightly, let's see if your old brine can beat the brine I prepared myself!
He followed suit, and soon, both bowls of soy milk solidified into tofu pudding. Wang Liansheng came over, picked up a spoon, scooped out a piece of the newly formed tofu pudding, and threw it into his mouth. He shook his head, and then extended his chopsticks to Sun Jianping's bowl.

"This is delicious." Wang Liansheng smacked his lips, pointed at Sun Jianping's bowl, and made a fair decision.

"Fuck, my old brine doesn't work anymore?" Zhang Ziyi grabbed the spoon and each took a sip. His old face twitched, "Okay, it has to be you, kid. Tell me what you want, and I will fix it for you!"

"I want a puppy, can uncle fix it for me?" Sun Jianping laughed, took the spoon and tasted it, nodding slightly. The tofu he ordered did taste much better than Uncle Zhang's!
Soft and tender, with a lingering fragrance in your mouth!
good to eat!

"What are you talking about? If you wait until next spring, I'll give you two four-eyed puppies!"

"Hurry up and stop nagging, the pot is boiling!" Wang Liansheng urged.

When the brine was poured down, a large pot full of soy milk condensed into tofu curd at a speed visible to the naked eye. Zhang Ziyi picked up the fishnet and rested it for a moment to make his reaction faster.

The congealed tofu is taken out and put into rectangular wooden plates, wrapped in gauze. When one plate is full, another one is taken out and continues to be filled.

In the mill, Sun Jianping was not idle either, constantly delivering ground raw soy milk. The three of them worked closely and methodically, turning more than two hundred kilograms of beans into tofu in less than two hours.

When it got dark, the three of them stopped and sat around the pot. They all let out a long sigh as they looked at the neatly stacked wooden square plates.

"Our beans are great! They are really promising!" Zhang Ziyi picked up a piece of warm tofu, broke it into three pieces, and handed it to the two of them, "One pound of beans can produce three pounds of tofu. We have invested hundreds of dollars now." A pound of material?"

"Two hundred catties." Sun Jianping took it and took a bite. Not to mention, this kind of rural water tofu cooked with brine is fragrant, tender, and has a delicate texture. It is many times more delicious than the hard gypsum tofu of later generations!
"Then we have produced six hundred kilograms of tofu right now!" Zhang Ziyi pinched his fingers and calculated, "Our tofu can be sold for eight cents a piece, one yuan a kilogram, six hundred kilograms of tofu, if we sell them all, it will be terrible that is……"

"You can pull this off, Lao Zhang. You can keep it for yourself, but you still dare to take out food. When the time comes, I will arrest you, tie you up like a bastard, and slap your mouth with the big soles of my shoes!"

Wang Liansheng laughed, and Sun Jianping realized that this uncle was missing half of his front teeth. No wonder his words always leaked!
"I'll slap you with my big mouth first!" Zhang Ziyi laughed, threw the last piece of tofu into his mouth, and patted the square plate full of tofu, "Should I say it or not, Jianping, the tofu you cooked with brine is better than mine The whole thing tastes much better, but it’s a pity that this good thing won’t be sold with a glare, and it’s just a slap in the face…”

Sun Jianping smiled mysteriously, "Uncle Zhang, why are you so anxious? Come here and let me tell you a few words..."

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