A good time for farming through the ages

Chapter 115 [115] Zhuojia sells tofu
A five-year-old child would not be as articulate as she was in the 60s, and a ten-year-old boy would not be able to reach Tao Yi's level.

But when the two of them talked together, Zhuo Lin felt that Tao Yi was extraordinary, but this Tao Yi didn't think there was anything wrong with her.

Even after she complained, she still had the same hatred on her face: "You don't care what they say about you, just be yourself? If you want me to say, you don't have to play with them, it just lowers your IQ. A group of people who don't grow up The big kid doesn't think about how to change his destiny with knowledge, all he thinks about is useless things."

Nima, is it obvious that you dislike yourself for not being suspected by me, or something? The more she hears this, the more she feels something is wrong.

She felt that her guess was correct. There was something wrong with this Tao Yi, not only was there a problem, but the problem was not old and small, but she didn't know, what was his origin?
But she couldn't ask yet, it really suffocated her.

The fight between the children happened at four or five o'clock in the afternoon. Tao Yi asked her to scratch him with her nails.

After catching him, his neck and cheeks were wounded. It just so happened that their family has been selling tofu these days. In order to promote the effect, as previously said, one catty of beans is exchanged for two and a half catties of tender tofu , or change two catties of old tofu. I didn’t dare to make too much at the beginning. After all, I just started making it, and I was afraid that it would not be sold, so I changed the tender and old tofu every day. Make silken tofu, which saves trouble.

Of course, making old and making tender depends on the proportion of your tofu made today. If there is too much water, it will be tender, if there is too little water, it will be old, or if there is too much gypsum or brine, it will be old, and if it is less, it will be tender. How to do it, the tofu is formed first, you can’t come up and cut the tofu, the tofu will fall apart, isn’t it waiting for a joke?
Because I don’t prepare much every day, it only looks like ten or twenty catties, so it can be sold out every day. Today is the fifth day, and it has already increased to thirty catties.

A group of people will come before noon, and a group of people will come before dinner. It is cold now, and the tofu can be stored. If it comes to summer, the amount of cooking may be less, and at least it must be sold out before [-]:[-] a.m. Only then will it not deteriorate.

The more people came to their house, the darker the boy Tao Yi became, so he sat where these people could see him, and deliberately raised his face for them to see.

Then Auntie and Auntie also protect their shortcomings. They must not let others think that they are beating and scolding the children, so they will chat, chat and chat, and the topic will be about the children fighting. At this time, Auntie will have a look said distressed.

"You also know that among the victims who came with Tao Yi, he was the only one who stayed. The others kept one or two meals before being driven away, so the children in the village called him a beggar, It’s the long-term worker of our Zhuo family who stayed here to work, and said that we beat and scolded the children, you think, is this what people say?”

"When did we beat and scold our children? The craft of making tofu was taught to us by human children. We cherish it before it's too late. How could we beat others? Really, look at this child who digs and scratches it. It's so small." When children fight, we can't come forward to argue when we hit someone, or else we will rise to other aspects!"

(End of this chapter)