Datang broom star

More than a dozen village women were taking care of their children or doing some work at the door of their homes. When they heard the shouts, they quickly got up, picked up the children, picked up those things, and rushed into the house.

blah blah blah!

There were countless sounds of closing doors, and the Wubao, which was very lively just now, was completely silent.

Jia Pingan stared at this scene dumbfounded, feeling that he had become a street tiger, and ghosts were worried.

Hey!

He turned around slowly, and a duck stood there, looking up at him.

Jia Pingan smiled, "After all, there is still a duck who understands that I am not a broom star, that's great."

Before the words fell, the duck quacked, flapped its wings, and ran away as if flying.

When Jia Ping'an returned home, Yang Deli asked, "Ping'an, did the people in the village kill you?"

"No, it's just that people hate dogs."

Jia Pingan asked: "Cousin, do you still have money at home?"

Yang Deli shook his head, "I've been poor for a long time."

Really poor eat soil ah!

Jia Ping'an frowned and said, "Maybe the other one can be exchanged for money?"

He only needs a start-up capital now, not much, but the poor old Jia family can only think of other ways.

"The most valuable at home are the sets of books you bought when you were studying. Back then, your uncle and aunt had gray hair and sold a lot of things, so you copied them."

Uh!

In this era, the printing industry was very underdeveloped, and most scholars obtained books by copying.

"It's done." Jia Ping'an was very heroic, which made Yang Deli happy.

You can sell anything these days, but you can't sell books.But Jia Ping'an's reading made his husband desperate, so why keep those books?If you want to leave it to the children and grandchildren, in Yang Deli's eyes, Jia Pingan, a broom star, will never marry a wife, and children are even more castles in the sky, so there is no way!

This is Huazhou, 180 miles away from Chang'an City.The government of Huazhou is located in Zheng County, and Yangjiawu is five miles outside Zheng County.

Yang Deli walked out with the bookcase on his shoulders, and he couldn't help being surprised to see that no one in Wubao could see him.Then I met a villager outside Wubao, who asked, "Yang Deli, isn't this Jia Ping'an's bookcase? It looks like something precious in the past. What are you doing?"

Yang Deli is not a broom star, and the villagers don't have that taboo, so he said in a low voice: "Ping An doesn't study anymore, why keep it? Be it."

Seeing him happy, the villager also nodded and said: "He used to read his husband to death, wasting the family's money and food, and it was useless at all. If he is good, he can farm with peace of mind in the future."

The villager couldn't help sighing when he thought of the days when Jia Ping'an would farm the land with peace of mind: "It's just that he is a broom star who is afraid that the crops in the field will not grow!"

Yang Deli was speechless, but inexplicably felt that his words made sense.

He went to the city to pawn the book, and when he got home, he explained the money clearly.

"Peace, our life will be much better this year."

With that money, and the harvest in the fields, it's been a good year.

"Cousin, buy ten catties of beans." Jia Pingan spoke out his request very calmly.

He is now a broom star, and it is impossible for people in the village to sell him anything, so Yang Deli is the only way to do it.

"Buy beans?" Yang Deli said, "Ping An, our family doesn't grow beans."

"Someone wants to get something." Jia Ping'an couldn't live a day like this in the old Jia's house. He had to improve his life before he could think about other things.

Yang Deli hesitated to speak, feeling that his cousin had changed since he was buried alive.

buy it.

He went to the village to find someone and bought ten catties of beans. People in the village asked him what he was buying for, but he just smiled wryly.

"That broom star is acting like a demon again." Someone sighed, and then said: "Whenever he kills himself, the village will hold a banquet to celebrate."

The news reached the village chief Yang Zhongshun. His wife was sick and lying on the bed, so he said angrily, "This is trampling on your own money! Don't worry about him."

His wife, Mrs. Zhao, gasped and said: "Husband, the concubine is probably seriously ill, and I am a little scared to hear that the broom star concubine is in the body!"

Yang Zhongshun said: "Don't be afraid, if he dares to come, I will kill him for my husband. Just let those people not hide from ghosts, and go home and hide when they see him going out."

Mrs. Zhao nodded, "Jia Ping'an has been in the village for more than ten years. If he wanted to kill someone, he would have done it long ago. Why would he wait until now?"

Then the word spread, and the villagers thought about it, but the timid ones still said that if Jia Pingan went out, his family would not go out.

After soaking the beans overnight, Jia Pingan, who got up early in the morning, yawned and treated Yang Deli like a donkey.

While pushing the grinder, Yang Deli watched his cousin pour the soaked beans into the grinder, and the white slurry flowed out from the mouth.

This is my first pot of gold!

Jia Ping'an couldn't help being secretly happy.

Some people say that tofu was invented by Liu An, king of Huainan in the Han Dynasty, but as a researcher of Tang and Song history, Jia Pingan did not find any records of tofu in the heyday of Tang Dynasty.Then he cryptically asked his cousin Yang Deli, and when he learned that there was no magic weapon like tofu at this time, he couldn't help being excited.

This is right for me, Jia, to get rich!

Yang Deli felt that his cousin's excitement was somewhat inexplicable, but it was difficult to ask.

Filter the soy milk and boil it. Seeing the excitement on his face, Yang Deli quietly backed out, squatting outside and crying.

"Auntie! Ping An is still stupid."

Inside, Jia Ping'an is ordering oatmeal.

Gypsum was a medicinal material in this era, and it was used by him to make pulp, which was melted and poured into soybean milk.

Watching the bean curd gradually appear, Jia Pingan couldn't help but want to raise his head to the sky and scream.

In his previous life, he had a neighbor aunt who made tofu. Every day, he pressed tofu in the corridor, and the smell of bean was very strong.He also occasionally helped out, and learned the craft of making tofu while talking and laughing.

Spread a layer of cloth in the wooden box prepared in advance, then put the bean curd in, wrap it up, add a wooden cover, and finally press it down with stones.

This is to squeeze the excess water and let the tofu shape.

Yang Deli cried for a while, then went to cook.

The so-called rice is two bowls of barley rice with one vegetable.

Jia Ping just took a bite of wheat rice and found it hard to swallow.