I am old in the Han Dynasty

Everyone laughed at the same time.Including Xie Jianye and Xiaoqi.

Xie Lang glanced at everyone, "Don't believe me? Just look at it." Pointing to the bowl in his hand, "This is water with a little bit of bittern in it." While speaking, he poured it into the soybean milk and stirred it with a spoon.

After a while, the watery soy milk coagulated into lumps.

Everyone looked suspicious, and then looked at Xie Jianye.

Xie Jianye asked, "Is this all right?"

"You'll know after you taste it." Xie Lang scooped up a bowl for him, and scooped up half a bowl for Xiao Qi.

Xiao Qi drinks it after blowing it.

Xie Jianye didn't dare to drink, he was worried that his stomach would swell after drinking a bowl, and he would not be able to do things.

But when he saw that Xie Lang didn't stop Xiao Qi, Xie Jianye thought to himself that his nephew would not be willing to harm Xiao Qi if he harmed anyone, so he simply took a sip from the bowl.

"What smell?" Xie Guang asked hurriedly.

Xie Lang continued: "Except for the smell of beans, there is no smell."

"How do you know?" Xie Jianye couldn't help looking at her.

Xie Lang smiled and said, "What else can beans taste like? Does Xie Guang's house have sugar? I'll put a bowl for you, and it's completely different if you put some sugar in it. The person who taught me how to make this thing said that it's called bean curd flower, and it's very good to put sugar in it." Drink. He also said to put the bean curd in gauze, put it in a wooden box, press it with anything for a night, and turn it into a block, then put it in a pot and cook it with vegetables or pork.”

"Really?" Ri was dropping the shovel and coming over.

Seeing that Xiao Qi had finished drinking, Xie Lang used Xiao Qi's bowl to serve him a bowl, "Taste it."

"Third Lord." Xiao Qi looked at Xie Lang, he was not full yet.

Seeing the white beard around his mouth, Xie Lang raised his hand to wipe it off, "I'll make bamboo shoot stew for you later." He inadvertently saw the bag placed by the kitchen door, "My aunt and sister are back?"

"Yes! There were too many people in the courtyard, so I didn't come in. I brought it in for you." Xie Jianye pointed to the bamboo shoots and said.

Xie Lang immediately went back to the house to get a small clay pot, put a pot of bean curd flowers in it and handed it to him, "Oh, let them take it. There is no need to cook at noon."

"Sanlang, Sanlang, didn't you hear me?"

Xie Lang wanted to roll his eyes, but he heard it, so he had to wait for him to finish speaking.

"What's the matter?" Xie Lang turned to Li Zheng.

Li Zheng saw only the tofu flower in the clay pot, and did not notice that Xie Lang looked unhappy, "My uncle's teeth are not good, this thing is suitable for him. Tell me how to make it, and I will make it when I get back."

Xie Lang wanted to roll his eyes again, he thought Li Zheng was allergic to soybeans.

"Xie Guanghui, let him teach you." Xie Lang immediately said to everyone, "Give me your bowl, and everyone will share and drink. I will make stewed pork with bamboo shoots."

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at Xie Lang.

Xie Lang didn't know why, "You guys, don't you like to drink? Are you worried that your stomach will bloat after drinking?"

"They didn't expect that you made this for everyone to drink." Xie Guang's father said.

Xie Lang smiled: "Didn't I tell you yesterday that I'll cook you something delicious tomorrow. Besides, beans are not expensive, so even if I'm stingy, I'm willing to do this."

"You still know that you are stingy?" Li Zheng couldn't help looking at him, "I thought you kid didn't know."

Xie Lang: "It's what you said about being stingy. I don't admit it. I know how to live." After a pause, "If I don't know how to live, how dare I build a house with blue bricks?"

dare not!

In the entire sericulture industry, only Xie Lang was willing to use blue bricks to build the stove.

Li Zheng couldn't refute, so he simply filled another bowl for himself, and the momentum of filling the bean curd was as if he wanted to drink up Xie Lang's family's bean curd.

Xie Lang didn't want to quarrel with him, so he simply pretended not to see him, and turned to Xie Guang's father, "Would you like some soy milk after grinding for a long time?"

"Xie Guang went home to get a bowl." Xie Guang's father said with a smile.

Xie Lang urged the masons again to take out the bowls they brought, and the embarrassed masons handed the bowls to Xie Lang.

Remove the bean dregs and foam from two pots of soy milk, and turn it into bean curd again, which is much less.Xie Lang was worried that there were not enough people, so he served half a bowl for each person to taste, but some people still didn't get enough.

Xie Lang didn't wait for those who didn't drink to speak, and said: "I'm afraid you won't like it, so I didn't dare to do too much. I'll make more tomorrow. If you want your family to try it, just ask Xie Guang, he will do it. But there is one thing to remember, don’t put too much bittern, otherwise you will have vomiting and diarrhea.”

"Is that what the person who taught you soy milk said?" Li Zheng asked casually.

Xie Lang didn't blush, and said seriously: "Yes. He said that this thing was made when King Huainan was refining alchemy. The first time it was fine, but the second time I put too much stuff in it, and it hurt my stomach."

"How appropriate is that?" Xie Guang asked.

Xie Lang shook his head, "I don't know either. I didn't plan to make tofu today. Tofu curd can be thicker or thinner. If you want to make tofu, you have to try it yourself. By the way, you won't feel bloated after drinking this, right? "

Li was drinking two bowls, when he heard Xie Lang's words, he rubbed his stomach, and said in surprise, "It's not bloated at all. In the early years, I felt bloated even after eating a bowl of beans. This stuff is really good."

"Of course. I made this thing." Xie Lang took the opportunity to continue.

Li Zheng snorted, "You think I'm an idiot? I can forget what you said just now. It was done by King Huainan."

"My third master made it." Xiao Qi said abruptly.

Li Zheng was startled, followed the sound to find the child, and saw the child staring at him angrily, grabbing the corner of Xie Lang's clothes with his small hand.

"This is what your third master said, not me." Li Zheng said.

Xie Lang picked up the child, "I made what you drink."

Li Zheng wanted to refute, but when he saw the bowl in his hand, he said, "You made it, and you learned it from Huainan Wang."

"Then who did you learn from?" Xie Lang asked with a smile.

Li Zheng was tongue-tied, "...Xie Guang!"

"But I learned it from Uncle Saburo." Xie Guang said.

Li was choking when he saw Xie Guang's father, "Xie Bowen, take care of your son!"

Xie Guang's father, Xie Bowen, smiled and said, "Xie Guang, don't tell the truth."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone laughed.

Li Zheng was so angry that he pointed at Xie Guang's father, and then pointed at Xie Guang, "You, and you, Xie Sanlang, you wait for me!"

"Waiting for you to send live bamboo or dig a ditch?" Xie Lang asked.

Li Zheng subconsciously said, "None."

"Then when do you plan to plant bamboo and dig ditches?" Xie Lang reminded him, "In a few days, the mulberry leaves will grow, and the bamboo will be old, so it will not survive if you transplant it again. In my opinion, you should go back and think about it." Think about how to arrange it."

Li Zheng looked at him, "You want to drive me away? It's a good idea. I won't leave today."

"Don't go." Xie Jianye was worried that it would not end if he continued talking, so he tugged on Lizheng's arm, "Let's see how to build the cattle pen."

Li Zheng blurted out, "I don't know."

"If you don't know, no one will know." In fact, Xie Lang had already agreed with Xie Jianye.

The courtyard wall is nine feet high, the south and north walls of the cattle pen are one foot high at the west end, and nine feet at the east end. In this way, the roof is higher in the west and lower in the east, and when it rains, the water will flow out of the wall.

Li Zheng originally wanted to say that the cattle pen does not need to be built so high, but considering the running water, he agreed with Xie Jianye, "That boy Sanlang wants to build a thatched cottage in the yard, where is he going to build it?"

"The southeast corner. The door of the hut faces west just like the cow pen and wing room." Xie Jianye pointed to the southeast corner, "It is said to be one foot wide and one foot deep." Worried that Lizheng said it was too big, he added, "Including the wall. "

Li Zheng: "So big? It's almost as big as my kitchen."

"He wanted to build better."

The two of them talked about this last night, and Xie Lang gave the reason that he has no father or mother, and he has a child with him. If he doesn't make the house brighter, it will be difficult for him to marry a wife in the future.

The word "marry a wife" made Xie Jianye swallow the long speech he had prepared.

Put yourself in the shoes of a matchmaker to find a man with a child who has no father or mother for his daughter. He also disagrees with that man who has a house, land, and dozens of dollars.What's more, Xie Lang has no money after building a house.

Xie Jianye told Li Zheng what he said. Li Zheng had nothing to say, so he grabbed a handful of ash and drew a line, and found that there was still a foot and a half between the hut and the cow pen. "Here can be a chicken pen and a duck pen."

Xie Jianye raised his leg and measured it with his foot, then called Xie Lang over.

The two spoke loudly, Xie Lang had heard it long ago, and he came up and said, "I plan to plant a row of bamboo outside the north wall of the hut to block the hut so that when the wind blows, the stench in the hut will not be blown into the main room in the north. Bamboo If there is still time after planting, plant some green vegetables and onions.”

Xie Jianye couldn't help asking: "The chicken pen and duck pen are still on the west side?"

Xie Lang nodded, "Build two more rooms on the west side, one for blacksmithing and one for carpentry. Then build a sheep pen and a pig pen with a width of one foot and a depth of one foot and five. The rest of the land will be used as a chicken coop and duck nest."

Li Zheng and Xie Jianye imagined it, and they couldn't help but say, "Your yard looks long, it's all built, and there's not even such a little open space on the west side." Pointing to the seat between the hut and the cow pen.

"I know. But if you don't raise sheep and pigs and rely on the little grain in the field, you won't be able to save much money once you see it." Xie Lang said.

Xie Jianye: "Then don't build a pigsty. Pork is cheap, so build a sheep pen."

Xie Lang wanted to say that he would kill and eat during the Chinese New Year.Then I thought that too many wild boars on the mountain would be a disaster, "Uncle is right. Then change the width of the sheep pen to [-] feet. Make the duck pen and chicken pen bigger, and raise more chickens and ducks. In the area behind the house Plant vegetables in the open space."

"Yes." Xie Jianye smiled and nodded, then looked at Xie Lang, "Sanlang has really grown up."

Xie Lang sighed, "It's okay if you don't grow up."

Xie Jianye and Li Zheng fell silent for a moment.

In the afternoon, Xie Lang finished the rake, and the villagers knew how much iron a rake needed.Seeing that Xie Lang's family had iron, Li Zheng asked Xie Lang to use his iron to make him a rake.

Xie Lang agreed, but did not make it for him that afternoon, but soaked beans and went to the mountain to dig bamboo shoots.

In the early morning of the next day, Xie Lang scattered a lot of corn kernels, cotton seeds and sweet potatoes on the mountain. He walked to the east of the village with two rabbits and a pheasant, and smelled the smell of soybean milk.And this smell lasted all the way to his door.

After leaving the rabbit and pheasant at home, Xie Lang went to the main room to wake up Xiao Qi, "What do you want to eat this morning?"

"Tofu flower." The child stretched out his small hand to rub his eyes, and said in a milky voice.

Xie Lang dressed the child neatly, after washing up, he called to the next door, "Xie Guang, serve me two bowls of bean curd. We won't cook in the morning."

The child woke up instantly and looked at Xie Lang with wide eyes.

"It's not just your third master who knows how to make tofu curds, everyone in our village has learned how to make bean curd." Xie Lang said with a smile.

When Xie Guang came out with a basin, he heard this sentence, "That's right. Uncle Sanlang, my mother has cooked too much. If there is not enough to drink, I will serve it for you."

"Enough." Xie Lang took it over, "I won't eat pork today." Pointing to the half-dead rabbit and pheasant, "Eat this. My pork is saved for the day when the work is finished."

Xie Guang followed his gaze, "You shot this morning? Why didn't you call me? No, how did you fight without a bow?"

"I set up a trick when I was chopping bamboo shoots on the mountain last night." Xie Lang sighed, "I wanted to go up the mountain before, but my parents said it was dangerous on the mountain, and they always disagreed. If I knew it was so simple, I would have gone early. They wouldn't either ...Oh, let's not talk about it."

Seeing this, Xie Guang said, "Uncle Sanlang, you are lucky. My father has played tricks, and eight out of ten times he was empty. My father also said that the mountains are really dangerous. You, it's better not to go in there."

Xie Guang didn't believe how dangerous the mountain was until that day when he saw his father and the villagers carrying a blind man back.

Seeing tigers and black bears with his own eyes, and occasionally hearing wolves howling, as well as the legendary iron-eating beasts, Xie Lang certainly knew how dangerous the mountain was.

What a coincidence, Xie Lang was able to escape.However, Xie Sanlang in Xie Guang's eyes is not good.

"I know what you said. I didn't go in. I'm probably lucky. By the way, I made a few more tricks today. Let's go and have a look tomorrow."

"Okay." Xie Guang came down immediately, and ran to the next door when he heard his mother calling him.

Xie Lang looked at his back and smiled, told Xiao Qi to drink soy milk first, and he went to steam three bowls of egg custard.One of the bowls belonged to Little Milk Tiger.

The next day, when the sky was getting dark and Xiao Qi was still soundly asleep, Xie Lang took Xie Bowen and his son to the mountain, and from a distance, he saw a huge monster in the trap he set up yesterday.

Xie Guang grabbed his father's arm subconsciously, "Meet a bear again?"