Emperor’s Domination - Chapter 2075
[Chapter 2048 Old Grinding Tofu Flower]
The small town is not big, but it is very quaint. The small town is made of rocks, and the streets are also paved with pieces of granite. I don’t know how long this small city has been established, but the city wall is full of potholes, the city stones are full of arrow holes and gun holes, and there are also gaps left by siege weapons.
Years go by, generations alternate, people come and go, the small town has witnessed one era after another, the streets paved with granite have lost their edges and corners due to pedestrians, and are very round, and some stone streets have even been polished to shine.
The small town is small, simple and generous, with small bridges and flowing water, as well as old houses and ancient corridors. This is a very leisurely small place. The residents living here live a leisurely and peaceful life, because the population of the small town is not large. So most of the left and right neighbors know each other. If you
just came to a small town, and you ask the residents in the city what the most famous thing in the city is, the residents in the city will say without thinking, “Laomo’s tofu flower.” When you go to a small town, ask
the residents in the city what is the best food in the small town, and the residents in the city will not even think about it, and blurt out: “Old milled tofu flower.”
What is the happiest thing in this small town? I am afraid that the residents will still not even think about it, and blurt out: “Line in line to buy the old-fashioned tofu flower.”
When you come to such a small town, you may not remember the name of the small town, or I can’t remember any scenic spots in this small town, but you will definitely remember Laomo’s tofu flower. If you can eat Laomo’s tofu flower, I’m afraid you will never forget it in your life. Of course, the premise is that you can buy it.
What kind of person Lao Mo is, the residents in the city can’t tell, even the oldest old man in the city can’t tell. Everyone has only one impression of Lao Mo-tofu flower.
Doufuhua is the image of Laomo. When people talk about Laomo, they will think of Tofuhua, and when talking about Tofuhua, they will think of Laomo.
As for Lao Mo’s last name, where he came from, and what kind of person he is, no one in the city can tell, because no one remembers what kind of person Lao Mo was. Except for the old ground bean curd, I don’t remember anything else.
“Old milled bean curd.” When Li Qiye walked into this small town, he couldn’t help showing a faint smile.
“Squeak, squeak, squeak…” At this moment, there was a squeaky sound of the shoulder poles in the alley of a stone street. Upon hearing such a sound of the poles, the neighbors on the left and right suddenly regained their spirits.
“The old mill is here-” Someone called out, and there was a commotion all around the stone street, the laughter of children, the shouts of little girls, and the ping-pong sound of pots and bowls.
Amidst the laughter of the old and the young, a long queue had already formed beside the stone street.
Amidst the creaking of the shoulder poles, an old man came with two forest buckets. The old man had an old face with Chinese characters, and his face was covered with wrinkles. The years had left indelible marks on his face. The old man was wearing kudzu clothes, with a towel on his shoulders. Even though he was carrying two buckets full of tofu flowers on his shoulders, he still walked like flying, looking extraordinarily vigorous and powerful, giving people a feeling of being old and vigorous.
Walking to the front of the line, Hao Mo put down the burden on his shoulders, set the barrel, held the wooden spoon in his hand, lifted the gauze covering the barrel, yelled, and said, “Open the barrel, and line up quickly. ”
Lao Mo’s movements are all done in one go, like flowing clouds and flowing water, every movement is just right, and he is very precise.
Lao Mo scooped up a spoonful of tofu flowers and put them into the little girl’s bowl at the front. The little girl stuffed the copper plate into the cloth purse around Lao Mo’s waist, and left happily holding a full of tofu flowers.
“Lao Mo, I’ll have a bowl too. I couldn’t get any in line yesterday.” I don’t know how many people in the line swallowed while looking at the white tofu, especially smelling the refreshing bean fragrance. What makes people salivate even more.
Therefore, I don’t know how many people in the team stretched their necks long, their eyes were fixed on the tofu flowers in the barrel, everyone was afraid that the tofu flowers would bottom out, and they would be gone when it was their turn.
But the two barrels of bean curds soon bottomed out. After Lao Mo sold the last spoonful of bean curds, he patted the cloth purse on his waist and heard the clanging of copper plates inside. Without counting, she said with a smile: “See you at the tofu flower sale, see you tomorrow.” As he spoke, he put away his things.
“Hey, Lao Mo, you make two barrels a day, and the neighbors have great opinions. Don’t you want to whet our appetite? According to the opinions of the neighbors, you have to make four barrels a day.” The neighbor who didn’t buy the tofu flower Said without complaint.
But Lao Mo just smiled at Mimi, and did not answer the complaints of the neighbors. After packing up his things, he put the burden on his shoulders, yelled, “Let’s go.” Shake, walk slowly back and forth.
Looking at Lao Mo, Li Qiye couldn’t help but smile, he also walked like a car, leisurely following behind Lao Mo.
As for the neighbors who didn’t buy the tofu flower, they could only complain a few words, and then they all dispersed. Because Lao Mo has been selling tofu flowers here for decades, regardless of the weather, and there is no more and no less. There are only two barrels a day. The neighbors who can’t buy it can only see tomorrow early.
The place where Lao Mo lives is only one street away from the place where he sells tofu flowers. Lao Mo lives in a small yard. The yard is not big, but the courtyard is surrounded by small earthen walls. .
The yard is very old, I don’t know how many years it was built, and even the threshold has been dented. After Lao Mo returned home, he put down the wooden bucket, stretched his waist, and then took out a large basket of soybeans, grabbed a handful, and slowly picked them under the sun.
In the words of Laomo, whether the tofu flower is good or not, the quality of soybeans is very important, so the tofu flower of Laomo is made from fine and plump soybeans, and each soybean He selected them all by himself, not only picked out the shriveled soybeans, but also peeled off the remaining bean coats.
Lao Mo picked soybeans one by one in the sun, very seriously and meticulously, even if the soybean had a small worm eye, he would pick it out.
Lao Mo chose the soybeans and concentrated his mind. At this moment, he seemed to have forgotten the whole world. In his eyes, there were only those soybeans. Apart from these soybeans, there was nothing else in the world. Something could get into his eyes.
After Li Qiye walked in, he leaned against the old locust tree in the courtyard, watching Lao Mo pick soybeans one by one, Li Qiye didn’t bother him, just watched him quietly.
When the sun was in the west, Lao Mo finally picked out all his large basket of soybeans. He stretched himself, squinted his presbyopic eyes, looked at Li Qiye, and said, “Little brother, what’s the matter?” What’s the matter?”
Li Qiye smiled lightly, and said slowly: “I just came to see you, to see the world, to see the world.”
“I am an old man, what is there to see in my broken body. ” Lao Mo shook his head with a smile and said.
“There is a way in a hundred practices.” Li Qiye said with emotion: “It just depends on whether you can submerge yourself in it. As long as you submerge yourself in it, it doesn’t matter if you sell tofu flowers, weave straw mats, or bake something called Huaji, there are avenues, when you come to the end of the avenues…”
“…what you see is not a mystery, what you see is a persistent Dao Xin, how many people can understand this kind of reasoning.” Having said this, Li Qiye sighed softly.
Hearing Li Qiye’s words, Lao Mo was surprised, even a bit dignified. He cupped his fists towards Li Qiye and said, “I don’t know where fellow daoists come from.
” A faraway place.” Li Qiye smiled, approached, and blew on Douyi on the ground.
Only a sound of “Peng” was heard, and all the bean clothes danced and floated in the air. In the blink of an eye, these bean clothes actually formed a crow, and the crow spread its wings and flew around the top of Lao Mo’s head. Finally, when the sound of “Peng” was heard, the crow landed on the ground and floated to the ground, still in pieces of bean clothes.
Seeing such a crow, Lao Mo’s body shook, his face changed, and he came back to his senses for a moment, he bowed deeply to Li Qiye, and said: “It turns out that the holy master is coming, and I am far away to welcome you. Forgive me.”
“There is no need to be so polite.” Li Qiye smiled and said, “Although you and I have different ways, we all belong to the same source. In the entire Thirteen Continents, there are few people like you.”
“The holy master is too famous, invite the holy master inside.” Lao Mo smiled and invited Li Qiye into the room.
Sitting in the hall of the house, Li Qiye just glanced at it. The inside of the house is very simple, except for the tables and chairs that should be there, there are no other things, but the whole house is cleaned spotlessly.
“If I come here for any purpose, then well, you are the best at making tofu flower in this life, and I also want to eat a bowl of tofu flower.” Li Qiye said with a smile after sitting down.
“The holy master came at the right time, and I happened to have a bowl.” Lao Mo also smiled and said frankly.
After a while, Lao Mo brought out a bowl of steaming tofu and put it in front of Li Qiye’s table. Li Qiye was not polite, picked up a spoon, and drank it one mouthful at a time. It’s like eating fairy pulp and divine liquid.
Not long after, a bowl of hot tofu flower was finished. Satisfied, Li Qiye wiped his mouth and said: “The most common food in the world, it comes from your hands, but it has become a delicacy in the world. In the end, it is still a matter of intention. If you put your heart into it, it will always turn decay into magic.”
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