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Chapter 37 Can it be done without getting some blood on your hands? (Please read and collect)
"You can pull a few punches, Nahe Farm... the control is stricter than a fence, and you still want to sell tofu there, I think you are stupid and bold enough, Jianping, you kid is bolder than me! "

As soon as he heard that he was going to Nahe Farm to sell tofu, Zhang Ziyi immediately quit. Sun Jianping smiled and said, "Uncle Zhang, believe it or not, as long as I catch the car and walk around the gate of Nahe Farm, all the tofu will be sold!" "

"I don't believe it!" Zhang Ziyi shook his head vigorously.

"Do we have a bet?"

"Okay, if you can sell these tofu, you will win!" Zhang Ziyi chuckled, "Uncle Zhang will give you whatever you want!"

"I think..." Sun Jianping looked up at the sky, "I just want a puppy, and I'm proud of that thing!"

"How did you identify this bastard? If you can sell the tofu, Uncle Xiongzai can get it for you..."

The two of them were sitting by the pot, arguing over the still fire in the stove. Lao Cao hurried over, checked the freshly made tofu, and patted Zhang Ziyi on the shoulder, "How about these, give some to the villagers to try first?" "

"I've figured it out. You're the greediest guy in our village. This guy's nose is sharper than a dog's. Did you find it by following the scent?"

Zhang Ziyi unceremoniously arranged for his superiors, and Lao Cao responded with a big neck, "Stop being so barren and beeping, hurry up and pack up, it's already fucking dark..."

A piece of tofu for each family is regarded as improving the food supply for the whole village.

There are thousands of ways to eat tofu across the country, but in Ermajia Village, they are almost uniform across the entire village!

Soy Tofu Dip!
People who are more particular cut the tofu into mahjong-sized pieces, while those who are more sloppy just serve a piece of tofu directly to the table. You take the end of a chopstick and I take the end of a chopstick, and dip it in some home-made soybean paste. , stuffing it into his mouth with the scallions after autumn.

Tofu is said to be a vegetarian, and the tofu cooked with Sun Jianping's secret braised food is unparalleled in taste, so on this night, the whole village got to taste this rare delicacy.

"In these days, eating a piece of tofu is considered a New Year!" Lao Cao sat cross-legged at the kang table, picked up a piece of tofu, dipped it in some home-made soybean paste, put it in his mouth, and chewed slowly.

I should not mention that the tofu made by Sun Jianping and the others tastes really good. It is delicate, soft and has a lingering fragrance in your mouth. It is better than fish.

"There is just no oil. If there is oil, fry some tofu and eat it, then..." Cao Chungui also picked up the head of a chopstick and put it into his mouth, squinting and thinking about something good.

"The oil is not enough for you, but you are still frying tofu!" Li Xiuzhi cursed and gave Sun Jianping a large piece of tofu, "Eat Jianping, you have been working all day, so you should eat more."

"Thank you, sister-in-law..." Sun Jianping turned around and glanced at the tofu placed outside, "Uncle, can it be all frozen tonight?"

"The designated one!" Lao Cao picked up another piece of tofu and put it in his mouth, "Chungui, you and Jianping will move all the tofu to the west warehouse later to avoid the trouble caused by rats coming out in the middle of the night."

"Meow!" The civet cat, which had been sleeping on the kang all day, slowly stood up, its body arched into an arch, its tail was as straight as a flagpole, and it yelled angrily at its old master!
There are cats here, are you still afraid of mice?

Don’t worry, it’s reliable!
After dinner, Sun Jianping and Cao Chungui got busy again, sending plates of tofu to the west wing for storage. Li Xiuzhi was not idle either. She washed all the wooden basins and square plates that she had used today. Once again, soak the beans for tomorrow.

The weather was very cold, but sweat still broke out on Sun Jianping's forehead. According to the rules here, a plate of tofu should be cut three times horizontally and vertically, and spread out in fifteen pieces. Each piece should be no more, no less, exactly one kilogram. This alone The skill of cutting a sword cannot be mastered in ten or eight years.

It has been almost half a year since he went to the countryside. After being trained by heavy physical labor, Sun Jianping feels that his arms have gained strength, his body has become stronger, and his energy and spirit are completely different from before.

Life in the countryside is tiring, and things in the countryside are tiring, but being in the countryside is also a real exercise!

After moving a pile of tofu, he took off his hat. The steaming sweat on his head condensed into a layer of white mist, clinging to his standing hair, like rime condensing on a winter morning.

"Jianping, hurry up and go inside to sleep..." Li Xiuzhi soaked a pot full of beans, placed it on the floor of the outhouse, opened the door, and shouted to Sun Jianping and Cao Chungui.

Cao Chungui pulled him and said, "Go into the house and go to sleep!" After that, he turned around and went into the house, slapped his wife on the buttocks, which made Li Xiuzhi blush with shame, and punched her husband on the back, "I owe you more." Yes, watch me chop off your dog’s paws!”

"Hehe..." Cao Chungui looked proud.

Sun Jianping also laughed. The eldest brother and sister-in-law have been married for many years, and their relationship is still as good as ever, which is really enviable!
The night in the countryside was quiet, as if the heaven and earth were frozen by the bone-chilling cold. Only the sound of Uncle Cao snoring softly from the kang made Sun Jianping feel that this world was real.

He turned over and looked at the two siblings Xiao Yueyue and Xiao Xingwen sleeping next to him in the cold moonlight. He couldn't help but reach out and squeeze Xiao Yueyue's round little face.

Ugh!
A leisurely long sigh, which seemed to be full of helplessness and melancholy, echoed in the silent main room, startling Cao Chungui and his wife who were exercising next door.

Sun Jianping pulled off the patched quilt and glanced in the direction of the outhouse, where three large pots of beans were soaking in water, slowly waiting to turn into tofu.

"A piece of tofu costs eight cents. Today, each household was given a piece. More than 40 households distributed three plates of tofu, and now there is still..."

He pinched his fingers and calculated. If one thousand kilograms of soybeans were made into tofu, it would cost at least three thousand yuan. Calculated at eight cents per dollar, that would be two hundred and forty yuan...

The remaining bean dregs can also be eaten. Put the bean dregs in the pot, pour a little soybean oil and stir-fry. The taste is amazing!
But this is not what Sun Jianping calculated.

food.

Nahe Farm is a key state-owned farm, and there is no shortage of food. If you exchange tofu for food, you don’t have to pay too much. If you exchange one pound of tofu for one pound of grain, you will definitely make a profit.

And we don’t need a ticket to sell tofu, and the price can be raised slightly...

Thinking of this, he felt more and more that if he recited the Tofu Sutra carefully, he might be able to make a fortune by relying on tofu.

After paying attention, he fell asleep quietly, dreaming that he was driving a carriage, shouting "Tofu...fu..." in a long voice, and a group of people came around. You and I took one piece at a time, and soon the whole cart was full. All the soybean tofu is sold out...

He didn't know how long he had been sleeping, but a roar outside woke Sun Jianping up from his sleep. He rubbed his eyes and saw that it was already daylight.

He quickly got up, put on his shoes and went to the ground. A cold wind blew in his face, making him shiver.

Lao Cao walked into the yard carrying a basket of dung. Seeing him getting up, he smiled and said, "Jianping, what do you think I picked up?"

Like magic, he took out a pheasant from his cotton coat and handed it to Sun Jianping. Sun Jianping hurriedly took it. The pheasant was frightened and cooed. His little eyes blinked, for fear that he would turn into a little one in any minute. Chicken stew with mushrooms.

"Uncle, where did you pick up such a big pheasant?" Sun Jianping was so happy to see that he was hunting, he squeezed the pheasant's head and asked curiously.

"I just passed by the river and saw one. This guy was so hairy that it plunged into the snowdrift, ignoring its head and body, and I pulled it out by its legs."

Lao Cao laughed, and Sun Jianping looked at this beautiful big pheasant with a long tail, green belly, and red head, and swallowed, "How about we do it now..."

"Haha, you haven't killed a chicken yet, have you? Men, how can you do it without getting any blood on your hands? My daughter-in-law brought the kitchen knife over and asked Jianping to kill the pheasant!"

Li Xiuzhi responded, took out a sharpened kitchen knife and handed it to Sun Jianping.

Sun Jianping looked at the shining kitchen knife, and then at the trembling pheasant in his arms. He gritted his teeth, took the kitchen knife, and pointed it at the pheasant's head.

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