Bu Yilin took out another small pottery pot from the kitchen, Wen Zhe is famous for firing pottery, so the pots and containers in the village, if you can use pottery, you will not use stainless steel and plastic.

Industrial products should be bought, and the products in the village should be exchanged as long as they are exchanged.

In order to make it easier to change things, the old people in the village have at least one skill, and if there is a shortage of craftsmen in the village, there are still people who will learn it.

The simple idea in the village is that life will be better if you can use less money.

Soy milk is easier to spoil with sugar, so Bu Yilin left a pot of unsweetened ones and prepared to drink them tomorrow.

If you put it in the well later, you won't be afraid of breakage.

Grandma Cui's house does not have a refrigerator.

Meat or other fresh food is usually kept in the well water and hung in a basket.

The temperature of the well water is generally lower than the room temperature.

There is only a small pot of soy milk served, and everyone takes a bite, but they feel that the unsweetened soy milk is also warm and delicious, and the taste is very dense.

"I can't see it! Xiao Lin, you are more powerful than your Grandma Cui, you are really better than blue. Wen Zhe praised, eating the tofu on the table while the autumn wind swept the leaves.

In fact, other old people are also doing the same thing, even if they say all kinds of criticism, Cui Haoran's grandfather is also diligent in attacking fried tofu, there is no way, even if the oil is a little worse, but the taste of tofu is really good.

Cui Haoran felt that fried tofu was his favorite, and he ate it a little magically, the oil was so bad that he couldn't stop his mouth.

"This is all taught by Grandma Cui, I will go back and think about it, and some areas will be slightly improved. ”

Bu Yilin knew that the taste was of course different from the tofu made by Grandma Cui, but she was happy to put the credit on Grandma Cui, otherwise, when her parents came, as long as they communicated, they would know that she was at home and had not learned so many chores.

"I never thought that tofu could be so delicious, and I didn't exchange it for a pound of pork for 40 yuan. ”

"Xiao Lin, help me prepare a piece of tofu every day in the future, a cup of sugar-free soy milk, put it at the bottom of the mountain, I will take it myself, you have no transportation now, it is inconvenient to deliver, if you discuss something today, you don't need it in the future, you see what I can come up with to exchange with you."

Add WeChat, and use WeChat in the future. ”

"Grandpas have a lot of handicrafts, I still lack a lot of things, especially tables and chairs, and some dustpans, all kinds of clay pots are very needed, not to mention that I don't grow rice, wheat, these things to eat and drink, all have to be exchanged with you, every household should have some rice or noodles, and even soybeans, the village is an agricultural product without pesticides, and it is my luck to be able to exchange it."

I don't want to make tofu out of those foolish soybeans that are fertilised outside the village. ”

Bu Yilin took out her mobile phone and added the WeChat of the old man who was interested in ordering tofu one by one.

In the mountain villages of scattered villages, WeChat groups are even more important.

They may not be able to read, but they can communicate by phone.

Unlike young people who like to type, they prefer voice to ensure that everyone can receive the message and understand the meaning.

Poor excellence, although the dialect learning ability is very strong, until now it has not reached the goal of being able to communicate fluently, and can only rely on children to translate.

Although WeChat also has a text conversion function, they have no way to convert dialects.

The local dialect is more or less different from Quanzhou.

Perhaps it is the relationship between eight mountains, one water and one field in Fujian Province, and the language family is particularly complicated.

People in southern Fujian can't understand the dialect spoken in eastern Fujian.

Fortunately, Bu Yilin learned the local dialect and had fewer obstacles, and she had also stayed in Dongshan Village for half a year.

The rest of the time, Bu Yilin discussed with the old people the price of exchange, how many days of tofu to give, and how much of their handicrafts to exchange.

Especially Jiang Kun, he is a big supplier of soybeans, Bu Yilin has to buy it with cash with him to be able to buy enough soybeans, just in exchange, Jiang Kun may have to pull the tofu to sell.

Because I don't have much money on hand, I can only order some first, and when I have money later, I can buy more.

There are other old people in the village who grow soybeans, and when they are exchanged, Bu Yilin mainly exchanges soybeans and spice crops, rice, and wheat.

"During this time, I may have to ask you to pick it up yourself, wait for me to buy an electric car, or find someone to deliver it for me, and then send it to you. ”

Bu Yilin recorded everyone's needs,

Even people with very strong handicraft skills are engaged in farming at home, and they all have the agricultural products that Bu Yilin needs.

Bu Yilin simply placed an order directly with a few grandfathers.

"White pepper, cinnamon, star anise, cloves, turmeric, cardamom, licorice, oranges, cumin, wood, sand kernels, good ginger, angelica, sannai, cardamom, bay leaves, cumin, grass fruit, mountain residue, I wonder if there are any plants near the village?"

"There are some of them, but some of them are not suitable for us to grow. Cui Haoran replied that he had some research on the local climate and environment, and the crops that could be developed.

"If you have to look elsewhere, it's troublesome, and I'm not familiar with the countryside in other places.

We have beautiful mountains and rivers here, no chemical fertilizers, and the quality of the crops grown is very good. Spices bring out the best flavors.

In the past, the five-spice powder made by Grandma Cui tasted particularly fragrant. ”

Bu Yilin frowned, she thought that these spices could be grown anywhere!

"You're going to make thirteen incense, right? Thirteen incense also has the problem of proportion, it's not so easy to do. ”

Grandma Wang understood as soon as she heard it, she could also make thirteen spices, or five-spice powder, sand tea powder or sand tea sauce, but she didn't know very well.

Shacha sauce is a specialty of the southern part of Fujian Province and Guangdong Province.

Grandma Wang usually buys it at the grocery store in the town or at a Chinese medicine store, and only some of it is picked in the village.

"You have to try it, or else the stone mill will be left alone. ”

Excellence, who had been listening, suddenly spoke:

"That's good, what can be planted in Dongshan Village, you can claim it. There are still those who can be planted, and those who don't have it now, let's talk about it first.

In the end, I said what I couldn't plant, and I went to help find it.

Excellence is not ready to rob the old man's business, for the work that can be exchanged for tofu or money, it is more important to the old people in the village, although they generally do not say strange things, and it is inevitable that they will not be happy if they are robbed of business.

"Bu Yilin, by the way, tell me, what production conditions are needed, I will find some for you to taste, and ensure that the quality is very good. It's just that you want to buy the goods, and you can buy the ground powder directly, which is lighter in weight and easier to send. ”

"I don't have to grind it, I have a stone grind, I just use a stone grinder to grind. ”

Excellence looked at Bu Yilin strangely and nodded and said, "Anyway, it's good that you're happy." In fact, the price is really not cheaper when it is shipped from afar. ”