Defeat natural disasters with farming

"Brother Yuan, why are you here?"

Old lady Ye asked in surprise, and she saw the wooden basin on Ye Zhouyuan's hand after she finished asking.

"This is?"

Ye Zhouyuan was also taken aback, "Isn't this the soybean that you asked Brother Bao and the others to grind at the mill?"

Mrs. Ye thought for a while, "That's right, look at my memory, dinner is just finished at home, Brother Yuan, you can stay for dinner."

"No big grandma, my donkey is still at the entrance of the village. I'm afraid it will be stolen, so I have to take it back early."

Ye Zhouyuan didn't think much about it, and quickly put down the tub and walked out.

Mrs. Ye sent him to the door, and specially picked two handfuls of small green vegetables from the vegetable field and stuffed them into his arms.

"It's not a good thing, it's just ripe, it's tender and refreshing, you can take it home and let your mother eat it cold or stir-fried."

After closing the door, Mrs. Ye turned around and looked at the three little radish heads with her hips on her hips.

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

Ye Yu didn't want to hide it from his family, so when he saw her asking, he told all the excuses he came up with.

"I had a dream a few days ago. In the dream, an old man made a food called tofu out of soybeans. It looked delicious, so I wanted to see if I could make it."

Mrs. Ye seems to be listening to a story, why is it so mysterious.

"Just beans? Nothing else?"

Ye Yu nodded vigorously, and he heard what the old lady Ye meant.

"Just beans and white vinegar."

With Mrs. Ye's permission, Ye Yu didn't have to sneak in. Mrs. Ye helped him pour a pot of soy milk into the pot on the stove, boil it on high heat, and the aroma of beans permeated from the pot, smelling the smell All the Ye family members gathered at the kitchen door.

Ye Hai sniffled and shouted, "Grandma, why are you cooking something delicious? The scent goes straight into your nose."

Mrs. Ye ignored him and focused on listening to Ye Yu's instructions.

As the temperature rises, the froth in the pot gradually increases. Granny Ye skims off the froth with a spoon and stirs it occasionally. After the soy milk is cooked, Granny Ye asks Ye Hai to come in to help. Filter the soy milk together.

The filtered bean dregs are also useful, and can be used to feed chickens or pigs.

The next step is the most important step. Ye Yu mixed the white vinegar and water at home in a ratio of one to one.

Then pour the white vinegar water into the pot. During this process, you must pay attention not to pour it all in, but to slowly push it away with a spoon until the soy milk solidifies into a flocculent shape, which is the bean curd.

If the action of pouring white vinegar water is too fast, the taste of the finished tofu will deteriorate.

Ye Yu thought about it, and before finalizing the shape, he scooped out a spoonful of bean curd, put it in a bowl, and poured a spoonful of sauce from the big sauce bucket next to it, and on the chopping board was the onion, ginger, and garlic for dinner today. , he also put it in the bowl.

"Grandma, try it, the bean curd tastes good too."

That bowl was uploaded in the hands of everyone in the family, ensuring that everyone can have a bite.

Salted bean curd is also called bean curd, while sweet bean curd is more like a dessert than a staple food. In modern times, the dispute between sweet and salty has never stopped. The sweet party is in the south, and the salty party is in the north. some more.

The salted tofu nao with salty stew, coriander and mustard is his favorite.

Thinking of this, Ye Yu couldn't help but licked his lower lip. Unfortunately, there are not enough seasonings at home, and the finished salted tofu nao can't be made yet.

But the bean curd with only sauce is also delicious, the taste is extremely delicate and tender, you don't need to chew it, and it slips down your throat after a sip.

"It's delicious, but it's not very chewy, and it's gone all at once."

Ye Hai, who only took a bite, smacked his lips, savoring the aroma of beans.

Mrs. Ye glanced at him, "It's really a cow chewing peonies."

She had a plan in mind, even if the Laoshizi tofu could not be made, the bean curd alone would be enough. If she could set up a small stall in the county, she could earn a lot of money just by selling the bean curd for a day.

After all, the cost is quite low, just a little beans and a little white vinegar.

There was no suitable tool at home, so Ye Yu had no choice but to spread a layer of linen in the basket that Uncle Ye had woven. After the bean curds were poured in, the linen was folded, and finally a heavy porcelain jar was pressed on the linen.

Converted into a modern time unit, pressing for four to 10 minutes will give you the taste of tender tofu, and pressing for one hour will give you the taste of firm tofu. You can choose it yourself.

After tossing for so long, the sky quickly darkened.

The Ye family ate dinner later than usual today, and everyone was a little careless during the meal, and some had to look at the tofu halfway through the meal.

Therefore, after only four to ten minutes of pressing, Mrs. Ye untied the sackcloth, and a piece of white tofu with a hint of yellow appeared in front of everyone.

"How should I eat this?"

The Ye family was a little at a loss.

Ye Yu thought for a while and replied, "You can cut it into pieces and stew it in soup, or fry it, or make stuffing for buns."

"Okay, it's so late, you children go to bed quickly, we will do the rest."

This was the first time Old Man Ye asked them to go to bed. Ye Hai and the others reluctantly left, their eyes were still on Tofu before they left, and they almost hit the door.

When Ye Yu was lying on the kang, he was still wondering why his grandparents didn't ask him how he knew so many things.

However, what he didn't know was that when he was sleeping, the oil lamp was still burning in the main room, but it was very quiet, and Old Man Ye was smoking a pipe and didn't speak.

In the end, Father Ye let go of his hand covering his head, and said first, "Father, you still remember that when Brother Bao was one year old, a monk came to our village for alms, and we gave him two buns in return , He told Brother Bao's fortune."

Father Ye swallowed, and continued: "He said that Brother Bao is a man of Su Hui, and he will show it when he meets the opportunity."

Mother Ye didn't care about this, she just said: "No matter what, Brother Bao is my child."

Even if there is Su Hui, the child was born in her October pregnancy, and they fed him a bowl of rice.

"Of course it's our child." Old man Ye took down the dry cigarette and knocked it under the table, "I've kept this matter from me, and I'm not allowed to reveal it to the outside world. The tofu is said to be given to the old man by the officer when the third child served in the army. The third sent a letter, in order to thank the third brother for saving his life."

Father Ye returned to the village with injuries, and everyone in the village knew that he was injured so badly in order to save people. This reason is not to say perfect, but at least passable.

No one refuted old man Ye. In the Ye family, it seemed that Mrs. Ye was caught by the old people before and after. Old man Ye was taciturn and had no sense of existence. In fact, as long as old man Ye made a decision, no one in the whole family could refute it.

"That's it, go back to sleep, and get up early in the morning."

Ye's father and Ye's mother walked into the room worriedly, and when they entered the door, they saw Ye Yu who was lying on the kang sleeping soundly, and then they felt a little more real.

I don't know how many people were sleepless that night.

Anyway, Ye Yu slept well and woke up refreshed.

Today is breakfast made by Ye Mu. She cut a whole piece of tofu into small pieces and stewed it together with eggs and green vegetables. The staple food is sweet potato noodles and steamed buns.

I usually drink porridge, but this time I had tofu soup, which surprised my family. Everyone drank several large bowls, and there was not even a little soup base left.

"This tofu tastes really good in soup."

Old man Ye put down his bowl, "We can do tofu business, or the whole village can do tofu business."

Father Ye was thoughtful.

"Father, why don't we do it ourselves?"

Ye Laoer didn't quite understand why the whole village had to do it together. Making tofu was a unique skill of their family, and they might earn a lot of money.

Old man Ye knocked Ye Er on the head with a tobacco stick, "Think about it yourself."

Ye Yu immediately understood that the tofu business is a big business, and their family alone may not be able to supply the tofu demand of the entire county or even the entire county even if they work hard.

Secondly, there is the issue of safety, among other things, if someone uses special means to snatch the tofu recipes, if they are the only ones, it will definitely be a manipulator, but if the whole village joins in, the safety will be quite guaranteed.

Besides, there are all relatives in the village. Over the years, you have helped me and I have helped you. They have helped each other. We can’t let them eat bran and swallow vegetables.

What's more, they suddenly became rich, and some of them were not sure what to plot.

And Ye Yu is not worried, now that he has a golden finger, besides making tofu, there are many ways to make a fortune, not to mention, he can show them 120 ways to eat tofu open your eyes.

Boss Ye didn't really understand it, but he was a good person, he was down-to-earth and obedient, he listened to his parents when he was a child, and listened to his daughter-in-law after he got married. After all these years, he came here smoothly.

"In a few days, there will be a gathering in the village. Let's make more tofu and sell it at the market that day. No matter what you say, let's make a name first."

Father Ye's suggestion was unanimously agreed by the family.

In the next few days, the Ye family basically didn't go out. Fortunately, the spring plowing has passed, otherwise so much work might not be able to be done.

Apart from the adults, even the children helped to make tofu from all the beans in the house. Even if they couldn’t sell it, they could eat it by themselves. There were three big baskets of tofu, including soft tofu and hard tofu.

They are not going to sell tofu at the rally, they are selling foods made from tofu, including tofu nao and tofu buns. As long as these foods are famous, there is no need to worry that no one will buy tofu.

On the day of the assembly, everyone got up before dawn. The place where the assembly was held was not close to their village, and it would take an hour to walk.

Speaking of which, this rally is usually held once every three months, for three days, covering more than ten nearby villages, so the place where the meeting is located belongs to the center of these more than ten villages.

Compared with the county town, the gathering in the village is a bit more lively. They are all farmers, and they can exchange eggs, grains and other necessities without money.

They had discussed earlier that the elders, his wife and father Ye's family were going to the rally this time, and among the children were Ye He, Lotus and Ye Yu.

The rest stayed at home to watch the house.

The adults led the donkey cart to set off first. There were three big buckets of bean curd on the donkey cart. The bucket was surrounded by cotton cloth and tightly tied with hemp rope to keep it clean and warm.

In addition, there are two small wooden tables and four small wooden stools in the car. Of course, bowls and chopsticks are also essential. These are made by the men of the Ye family.

"Stay at home first, the donkey cart will come back to pick you up later."

These are the words left by Mrs. Ye before she left. It is a bit too forced for a five or six-year-old child to walk there.

"Brother Bao, do you think our tofu will not be sold?"

Ye He asked nervously.

"Don't worry, it must be fine."

Ye Yu is not worried. Food like tofu can conquer picky Chinese people in modern times, and it must be the same in ancient times when productivity was backward. Not to mention, the types of food for common people are so monotonous now, and there is another cheap and delicious food. Food, how can it not be popular.

By the time Ye Yu and the other children arrived at the meeting, it was already noon, and the meeting was bustling with activity. The open space was as big as a football field, and there were also people setting up stalls on the road leading to the open space. full.