To be honest, Zhao Lei's original intention of staying here was to mix up food and clothing first, after all, he hadn't eaten all day. As for other things, he said while watching that if Tofu Cao had nothing to do with the blue wolf, the black panther and the imminent mall explosion, he would find a way to put oil on the soles of his feet the next day.

Frustrated, I picked up the bag of new soybeans, and was about to remove the threads and pour them into the bucket, when I suddenly felt afraid. If you mess it up again, you won't be able to eat dinner. You have to ask how long the soybeans have to be soaked to be qualified.

Looking at the middle-aged man with his back to him, he felt that this person might be a local farmer who was a little deaf and didn't care about his side at all. So he shouted in a thick throat: "Hey, big brother, how long have the soybeans been soaked?" ”

"I'm not deaf, so I don't have to be that loud." Middle-aged people ignore it, "One minute." ”

Oh, that's just a minute, say it earlier. picked up the soybean bun and was about to remove the stitches, but he froze suddenly.

One minute?

500 catties of soybeans are spread to the bottom of the bucket, and four buckets of water have to be poured on it, and if you carry a bucket of water in each arm, you have to run back and forth twice. Sixty or seventy meters away, full buckets, how can it take two minutes, after pouring into the water, you have to copy it by hand, wash the soybeans, and then fish it out, a minute of mud? Immortals can't do it either.

This is an impossible task for Zhao Lei, he threw the soybean bun on the ground with his hands on his waist, and there was no way. Ahem, don't do it, it's a devil's cave here, the boss is fierce, the guy is wooden, the work is endless, and the task is impossible.

But leave now? It's almost dinner, I haven't eaten enough at noon, and I'm hungry for another meal at night, isn't it this little life? And where to stay at night? Where's breakfast tomorrow? Alas, when people fall into difficulty, it is all Tamar's problems.

Staring at the middle-aged man's back, he wanted to see how it was done. So he stepped forward with a hippie smile: "Big brother, can you do a favor, show a fan for the younger brother, or the soybeans haven't been washed yet, and the salary will be deducted first." ”

The middle-aged man was also refreshed, turned around silently, Zhao Lei glanced at him a few times, and couldn't help but be creepy, the middle-aged man's tricks were brilliant, and he looked like a martial arts master, and smiled: "Look good." ”

He had a long wooden strip in the center of the bottom of the vat, and it looked like the vat would tilt to one side at any moment. put three steel sieves on each side of the east and west, rolled up his sleeves, and smiled strangely at Zhao Lei.

"Brush the ......" tore open the soybean package packaging line, with both hands, five bags of soybeans were instantly poured into the big bucket, and then picked up the bucket, ran to the well sixty or seventy meters away like a whirlwind, and ran back and forth like a meteor in just ten seconds, four buckets of water submerged the soybeans.

Zhao Lei's eyes widened like copper bells, this speed is too fast.

Throwing off the bucket, the middle-aged man put his hands into the bottom of the bucket, snorted "hey", and his palms began to fly like butterflies. The well water in the bucket, along with the soybeans, then spun at an accelerated rate. Middle-aged people use enough strength at the beginning, and as the rotation speed increases, the force is used less and less, and in the end, only a few occasional plucks are used to keep the rotation speed from slowing down.

Zhao Lei's eyes widened suddenly, and the rapidly rotating water vortex was very similar to a ball-ball-sized air mass the size of a ping-pong ball that killed the bald head on the subway.

What is the rhythm of this?

After more than fifty seconds, the middle-aged man suddenly bent down and slammed it from the bottom, and the rotation speed in the barrel suddenly doubled. In the rapid rotation, he took half a step back, kicked the edge of the barrel with one foot, and placed the bottom of the barrel in the middle of the long wooden strip, leaning towards the east side with a "bang", facing the three steel screens.

"Wyvern to the sea!" As the middle-aged man drank low, his hands were slightly raised towards the steel sieve, and a jet of water, mixed with soybeans, rushed towards the steel sieve. The middle-aged man guided the flow of water, and after filling a steel sieve, he turned lightly and filled the second and third.

"The dragon is in the nest!" After drinking low again, the water flow suddenly retracted to the bottom of the barrel, the rotation was still accelerating, the middle-aged man still took half a step back, kicked the edge of the barrel with one foot, and the big barrel suddenly leaned to the west side, as concocted, and the water jet shot towards the steel screen.

In exactly one minute, the vat was empty, and each of the six steel sieves was holding almost the same amount of soybeans, dripping water down.

Zhao Lei's knees weakened, and he almost knelt down to worship his teacher: "God...... Divine skill, where is this washing soybeans, it is clearly a martial arts mastery, big brother, this is not a beggar gang, then it must be a tofu gang, right? ”

The middle-aged man was expressionless, as if he didn't understand Zhao Lei's words: "The reason why Tofu Cao's tofu is famous in Huangshi City is that washing soybeans is a key part." Soybeans are soaked for one minute, more soft and less hard, then dried, and then soaked for four or five hours tomorrow, and the tofu made is smooth and unparalleled. You don't have to ask me anything other than making tofu, and you don't know if you ask. ”

Zhao Lei opened his mouth wide, and his expression could not be described as surprised. The last sentence of the middle-aged man is clearly something in his words. How could the whirlpool created by the rotation of his arms resemble a storm air mass?

In the office, he saw with his own eyes that the beard was holding two hundred catties of soybeans with only four fingers, and he was very surprised at that time. Now seeing the skills of middle-aged people, no matter how stupid Zhao Lei is, it is impossible not to know that this is not a simple tofu shop.

He thought that when he first saw Tofu Cao, he raised his eyebrows and raised his eyes, his oil tone was smooth, and when he was impetuous, the old man reprimanded him with one word: forbearance.

Yes, I am really too angry, and Tofu Cao is right.

At that moment, he put away his stubborn appearance, walked in front of the middle-aged man, clasped his hands into fists, and made a deep gesture: "Big brother, please teach me, I must learn the kung fu of washing soybeans." ”

The middle-aged man laughed: "Where is the kind of kung fu, but practice makes perfect." Five hundred catties of soybeans, you can't wash them, so you divide it into five parts, so it's easy. My name is Ding Song, and you will call me Brother Ding in the future. ”

Zhao Lei nodded deeply, saw Ding Song walking towards the canteen to help, raised his wrist to look at his watch, there was still half an hour before dinner, he divided the five hundred catties of soybeans that he had washed by himself, divided one hundred catties, picked up the bucket, and ran towards the well.

There are only 100 catties of soybeans, and Zhao Lei is also powerless. It is not easy to say that it takes more than ten seconds to fill the water in a dozen seconds. In school, a 50-meter turnaround takes more than six seconds each way. And now he ran to the well, still carrying two buckets, and the speed slowed down significantly. When I turned back, there were fifty catties in a single barrel, and two of them were hundreds of catties, and I couldn't run up.

He simply had no way to fill up the water in a minute.

Fortunately, only one-fifth of the soybeans were used, and the amount of water was reduced by four-fifths, which was the first step to reach the target: filling up the water in less than a minute.

Then he practiced copying soybeans until his ten fingers were as red and swollen as carrots, and he still couldn't do it like Ding Song. When the horizontal strength came up, Zhao Lei was ruthless. He may not have any great merits in this life, but if he can't do what he wants to do, it is more uncomfortable than death.

"It's time to eat!" The middle-aged man stood at the door and shouted, seeing Zhao Lei wet by the barrel, still gritting his teeth and sticking his eyes, a smile flashed on his lips, and he stepped forward and gestured a few times.

"Little brother, don't spread your arms too far when you rotate, you need to use the qi in your chest to reach the end of your arms, and then force through your arms, and you can easily guide the water to rotate. This is skill, not brute force. ”

Zhao Lei nodded, acted according to his words, and really felt a lot easier, but he was still very clumsy.

He felt more and more that after this exercise, although he was so tired that he almost fell down, the strength in his body seemed to have been guided in some way, and his limbs were very comfortable. And in the middle of the palms, there is a faint air mass that is about to come out of the palms.

Could it be that by mistake, Tofu Cao's bean washing magic skill can actually train a violent air mass that he can't use freely?

Walking into the cafeteria, the white-bearded tofu Cao sat firmly on the table, without even raising his eyebrows; His son, bearded man, glanced at Zhao Lei, but didn't say anything; The fat middle-aged woman greeted him, but without a smile on her face, motioned for him to sit in the empty seat at the bottom.

His stomach was already hungry, Zhao Lei glanced at the table and was suddenly stunned. Dinner is divided into meals, one bowl of white rice per person, and two or three dishes with meat and vegetables.

In front of him, apart from white rice, there was only a bowl of black, disgusting-looking soup, and not even a single vegetable leaf had been bleached.

"I ...... I don't have any food? He muttered and asked, the anger had reached his throat, and he was forced to press down, Tofu Cao had taught him that little things should be endured first.

The bearded man stared at him coldly: "It's all this rule, a new bowl of soup." ”

nodded: "Thank you, as long as I can let Zhao Lei eat a bowl of rice, I will be content!" ”

Sit down, gobble it up, and in a few seconds, the rice is picked up in your mouth, and you get up and fill the bowl again. Then he lifted the bowl and drank the soup with a grunt.

"Wow! cough cough ......" Zhao Lei was choked with his eyebrows tightened, and his stubborn instinct burst out, "What kind of soup is this, is it fishy or smelly, is it drunk by people?" ”

No one looked up, no one answered, only Tofu Cao's cold eyes, stabbed in his face like a sword.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'll drink." After speaking, Zhao Lei poured the leftovers into his mouth, drank the soup in one go, arched his hand towards everyone, and strode towards the soybean bucket.

He didn't see it, Tofu Cao and Luo Beard looked at each other and nodded slightly.

Carrying water, running away, putting it into a bucket......

Bottom-copying, rotating, force-condensing arm end......

"Wyvern to the sea!" In the silent night sky, there was a sudden roar, and I saw Zhao Lei raise a kick and kick towards the edge of the barrel, his arms twisted suddenly, and the soybeans in the bucket were finally mixed with the water flow, and the long rainbow shot towards the steel sieve like a sun.

The "......" water flow only reached mid-air, and Zhao Lei's arm strength could no longer control its direction, and it was all sprinkled to the ground.

Zhao Lei sat paralyzed in the puddle, weak, and muttered to himself: "Ma, I finally see the hope of success!" ”

In the east, the dawn crept out of the clouds and cast the first rays of light on the earth.

In the dormitory of the tofu workshop, the two of them were sitting silently, and Tofu Cao suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were shining, flashing an incomparably complex emotion.

The beard gradually opened his eyes: "Father, the matter of the war eagle has finally made a good start." ”