Wear it quickly! My mad dog-like host!

It was night, Mei Qianghua was lying on the bed, with her hands behind her head, the straw under her body made a rustling sound, and the fragrance of straw came from the tip of her nose.

Don't tell me, I felt uncomfortable sleeping at first, but after two or three days, it smelled really good. Now that the weather is good, let them outside to bask in the sun every day. When the sun is about to go down, take them back. At night, everyone will bask in the sun. According to previous quilts, they are all filled with the smell of sunshine!

There are no entertainment facilities in this village. After the sun goes down, few people walk outside, and there are very few people visiting the house. And if there is nothing important, everyone does not want others to come to their home late at night, because it costs money for lamps and oil.

Mei Qianghua lay on the bed and tossed and turned, thinking about what to do next.

Now I have no way to resurrect in my original world, and I am not in a hurry to return to the system space. After all, I am a considerate host, so I have to give the system some time to "adjust" to a good mood, right?

I originally thought that I would stay here for a long time, so I thought that the method should be gentler and let Old Man Li and the others taste the pain bit by bit. But what happened tonight made me know that some things can be beaten to death with a stick. I won’t come out to disgust people!

Although Baijing Town is not a big town, there are still some gangsters and so on. One hundred taels of silver allows them to cripple Boss Li and his son. It is not a problem. If they are crippled, they will not be able to take the imperial examination again, let alone They are talented people, so the most important thing is to use the money they have saved to hire someone to mess with them!

Thinking of this, the smile on Mei Qianghua's face faded, and she thought of the life that Li Dahua lived in the Li family. This money also comes from Li Dahua's blood and sweat.

Damn it! Sure enough, let’s just beat him to death!

Of course, if you have any special skills, you must use them yourself to relieve your anger!

Yawning, sleepiness gradually came over him. In this place without any entertainment, he could only kill time with manual labor during the day, otherwise he would have to return to his previous routine during holidays.

If you don’t sleep at night, you won’t be able to wake up during the day!

***

"Sister Dahua, what are you doing?" As soon as Li Qingshu entered the yard, he saw Mei Qianghua chopping wood with a kitchen knife in the yard. Since he had dealt with Sister Dahua a few days ago, this place has become This is my favorite place to come, because Sister Dahua will never treat me just because I am young!

"Make a basket."

"Basket?" Li Qingshu didn't understand what the basket, which was no bigger than his own two heads, could be used for. "It's so small? What's it used for?"

"Make something delicious." Mei Qianghua did not directly say what she wanted to do because she was not sure whether she could make it yet. "You came here so early. Have you had breakfast?"

"Already eaten!" Li Qingshu blinked. Originally, he wanted to come over earlier to play with Sister Dahua, but he was not allowed to come over without breakfast, for fear that he would eat the small amount of food that Sister Dahua had.

Although Li Qingshu is not old, he already knows Sister Dahua's current situation.

"Sister Dahua, what can I do?" Li Qingshu stared at the movements in Mei Qianghua's hands, with an eager expression on his face.

"Hmm..." Mei Qianghua thought for a while, "Can you lend me and Grandma Sun a piece of gauze that we use as a base when steaming the buns?"

"Gauze for steaming buns?"

"Correct!"

"But my family doesn't seem to have made steamed buns before. I haven't seen them before." Li Qingshu was a little confused.

"Huh?" Mei Qianghua suddenly slapped her head. This Lijia Village is a bit like the modern Sichuan and Hunan area. They eat rice and noodles, but they rarely make steamed buns at home. "Can you borrow a piece of clean gauze? Maybe? This size is enough." Mei Qianghua gestured at the size, one meter long and wide.

"It's for the entrance, so it has to be clean. If not, forget it." If not, I'll have to use the cloth I took off the quilt and washed it ten times!

Li Qingshu nodded, "Okay!" After saying that, he turned around and ran away.

Seeing this, Mei Qianghua quickly tightened the basket in her hand, which was about thirty centimeters long, wide, and ten centimeters high. After finishing it, she held it in front of her eyes and looked at it. Although it was ugly, it could be used!

Hands-on ability +1

Then he took it back to the kitchen and placed it on the table.

Lifting the wooden bucket next to the stove, it contained soy milk that I had grinded in the village before dawn. About two kilograms of soybeans were ground into more than half a bucket of soy milk, and after filtering, it was less than half a bucket.

I've never seen anyone selling tofu in town before. I don't know if it's sold out or because there's no food like tofu in Dajingguo or locally, but that doesn't stop me from following the process in my memory.

When it comes to making tofu, I don’t just have memories from the Internet, but I have seen some processes since I was a child.

When I was young, there was a tofu shop next door to my house. They started working before dawn every day. If I passed by in the morning when I was going to school, I would give a cup of soy milk to the children in the area.

Because of this, my family eats tofu, white tofu, soaked tofu, tofu slices, dried tofu, and finally the heavyweight contestant - moldy tofu (fermented bean curd) one day every week! ! !

And usually we use dried beans as a side dish, which is similar to pickles. When parents don’t want to cook, they can only use this as a side dish!

How should I put it? It stands to reason that this has almost become a shadow of childhood, and I shouldn’t want to eat it anymore. But, I am such a mean person. I haven’t eaten it for a long time and I still miss my childhood memories.

But the most important thing is that I have nothing to eat right now, and I have no land or land. I have nothing to do and a lot of time. If I can make tofu, in addition to adding it to my own dish, I also want to see if I can sell it. go out.

This is something I can do, and it is one of the few technical things that can appear here.

Although I can still draw some paintings and so on, and I can use my "avant-garde" vision to do some embroidery and so on, but how can I explain this to someone who has endless work to do every day?

Making tofu is different. It can be dismissed as something that was accidentally figured out in the kitchen. And if the tofu can be sold, the recipe must not be in one's own name. The orphan cannot keep it, and it will attract the covetousness of others, even if the tofu can be sold. My life is short.

Therefore, Patriarch Li and the Patriarch's wife were good choices, and he would not hide it in front of Li Qingshu.

And I believe that they are all smart people. As long as they can benefit, they will not ask themselves why they didn't take it out earlier, and they will definitely not ask Old Man Li why he didn't know that he can make tofu.

Pour the soy milk into a clay pot and cook.

Boil, cool down, simmer, and stir.

Soon a pot of tofu will turn into flocculus.

"Sister Dahua!"

"I'm in the kitchen!" Mei Qianghua replied loudly, staring at the clay pot.

"Sister Dahua, here, is this okay?" Li Qingshu, sweating profusely, held up a piece of white coarse cloth and said, "Clean!"

Just say it's clean. You'll have to eat it later anyway.

Mei Qianghua took it, put the gauze into the basket, then put the basket into the wooden basin, and finally poured the lumps in the clay pot that had condensed into tofu brain into the basket.