shock!As soon as he came back, his house was ransacked and he was exiled.

When Jiang Zhimiao came the next day, Chuntao had already washed the stone mill three times inside and outside three times and washed it several times. It was smooth and smooth, and it was very clean at first glance.

Perhaps they had never seen the process of making tofu. The father and daughter were very curious. They stared at Jiang Zhimiao curiously, making her laugh for a while.

She bought the soybeans from Wu Changsheng's family. She originally thought that they would not be available, but she did not expect that they were available in the village, which saved her the effort of going to the town to buy them.

Yesterday's soybeans had been soaked until they were soft. Jiang Zhimiao picked up the soybeans and washed them several times before grinding them with a stone mill.

The stone grinder was probably a little dull after not being used for a long time. Jiang Zhimiao grinded it several times before he became comfortable with it.

Adding spoonfuls of water to the beans, he grinded them slowly until all the beans in the basin were ground. Looking at the soy milk coming out of the bucket under the stone grinder, Jiang Zhimiao wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled with satisfaction. laughed.

After grinding the tofu, it is time to boil water. The soybean slurry ground out earlier is relatively rough. If you want to make tofu, you must boil water to dilute the slurry. Looking at the thick slurry in the bucket, Jiang Zhimiao went to the stove to cook it again. The pot of hot water was added.

After the preparations were completed, the next step was to filter. Jiang Zhimiao brought a piece of gauze with her when she came from home. Seeing that it was almost time, she asked Chuntao to help hold up the gauze and filter it carefully.

The gauze is washed clean, and the soy milk filtered out of the gauze is even cleaner. The white flowers look very beautiful. There are many beans ground, and the filtering time is not short. After about a stick of incense, the soy milk in the bucket is filtered. It's over.

What comes out is soy milk, and what comes out is bean dregs. Although the bean dregs are good, they just make the throat irritated. After thinking about it, Jiang Zhimiao directly fed it to Chuntao's chickens, which was regarded as an improvement to the food.

Jiang Zhimiao put some gypsum powder into the soy milk filtered out of the bucket. The most important thing for whether tofu can be made is gypsum powder. With it, tofu can be made.

There is no technical difficulty in making soy milk. All the preparations have been completed. Now you only need to pour the previously filtered juice into the pot and boil it. After the water boils, put it into a bowl and add some sugar to it, and you will have the soy milk sold on the street.

Jiang Zhimiao took out several bowls of soy milk, and then poured all the boiling juice in the pot into the wooden barrel. Making tofu requires more work.

After the soy milk in the bucket solidified, Jiang Zhimiao took out the sieve from Chuntao's family. Naturally, the tofu made by farmers was not as fine as the ones sold. She didn't have grinding tools, so she had to use the sieve at home instead. Anyway, the effect was almost the same. , no matter how it solidifies, it is not meant to be eaten.

Put several layers of gauze under the sieve, and then put the wooden bucket under the sieve. Jiang Zhimiao poured all the solidified soy milk in the bucket into it. After that, she covered the sieve with several layers of gauze and pressed Get a board and stone, and now you just need to wait for the tofu to take shape.

About a quarter of an hour later, Jiang Zhimiao lifted the gauze, and sieve after sieve of white and tender tofu came into view, which made people feel happy just looking at it.

There was a lot of tofu on the table, so she didn't scoop out so much soy milk. Although she wasn't full, it tasted good.

Jiang Zhimiao originally let Chuntao and Li Gensheng drink the soy milk when it was ready. Unexpectedly, they were also stubborn and had to wait for her to drink it first before they would drink it. By the time they drank it, the soy milk was already a little cold.Although Li Gensheng's family still had some money before Chun Tao Niang went there, they were a farmer's family after all, so this was their first time drinking something like soy milk that only wealthy households could afford.

Chuntao was a little afraid to take her mouth at first. She looked at the shiny white soy milk in the bowl and carefully took a few sips. After tasting the taste, she started to drink it in big gulps.

Creamy and sweet, this is the most intuitive feeling after Chuntao enters her mouth. Before drinking soy milk, she once thought that brown sugar water was her favorite. This time after drinking soy milk, she realized what it means to be someone else, and that there is a world outside the world. .

"Sister Miao, this soy milk is so delicious. I have never tasted anything so delicious in my life."

Chuntao gulped down a few mouthfuls, wiped the foam from her mouth, looked at Jiang Zhimiao with bright eyes and said.

"Yes, this soy milk is indeed delicious. I have seen it being sold in the town before, but the price is also high. I didn't expect it to taste so good. It is indeed worth so much money."

Li Gensheng got excited about drinking, a faint blush appeared on his face, and he nodded in agreement.

Jiang Zhimiao took a sip of the soy milk, held the bowl and smiled: "Of course, wouldn't it taste better after wasting so much effort?"

Speaking of this, Li Gensheng's eyes dimmed a lot. He lowered his head, sighed deeply, and said dullly: "You're right, making this soy milk and tofu is really troublesome, otherwise, it can be regarded as just money." Speaking of which, no one in our eight villages has done it yet."

After saying that, Li Gensheng blushed, waved to Jiang Zhimiao hurriedly and said: "Uncle, I don't mean that. Uncle, I just want to say that if your family makes tofu as a business, you will have a family in the future." The way to get the money.”

Jiang Zhimiao didn't know what he was thinking. Li Gensheng's health was much worse than before, and he couldn't do the heavy work at home. Except for Chuntao doing odd jobs and picking up wild vegetables to make ends meet, life at home was very difficult.

If his family can sell tofu, not only can he have a serious job to do, but he can also add some household income to the family. It is really a good thing. However, can he do it with his body? To be honest, Jiang Zhimiao is a little doubtful. .

"Uncle Genzi, it's okay to do it once when you feel like it. If you do it every day and sell it, you won't be exhausted. You know, in my family, apart from my mother and I, my younger siblings are still young. This work is so heavy. It's really hard." If you want to make it, you won’t be able to take care of your family. I don’t plan to make it and sell it.”

Li Gensheng was a little surprised when he heard this. She didn't do such a profitable business as making tofu?One pound of soybeans can produce about four pounds of tofu. One pound of soybeans costs two cents. One pound of tofu on the market also sells for two cents. In this way, after excluding the cost, you can make six cents. This is a guaranteed profit. business!
Thinking of this, Li Gensheng glanced at her in surprise, and was about to ask again when he heard her say again: "I can't do it, but you can. The guys in your house are all good at it. The cost of making tofu is It’s not high, and it’s considered a rare food around here. As long as you make it, you don’t have to worry about selling it, and it can be considered a living.”

Li Gensheng naturally wanted to do it, but after all, this method of making tofu belongs to someone else. How could he do it?Hearing this, he waved his hands repeatedly and said straightly: "No, no, no, this method is yours, and you have to do it. I'm afraid I can't do this with my body and bones."

Chuntao looked around and saw Jiang Zhimiao saying that she could do it. She came close to her and said with a smile: "I, I, I can do it. My father can't do it, but I can!"