"You yellow-haired girl dare to say that you can grind tofu that is even better than mine?"

"If Uncle Wen doesn't believe it, how about giving it a try?" Zhuang Qingning laughed loudly: "Why don't you let me grind tofu once for Uncle Wen to taste, if the ground tofu is delicious, you will let me rent this tofu workshop, if the grinding is not delicious, then the matter will be stopped, how about it?" ”

When Wen heard this, he actually laughed.

It's just that his eyes are slightly narrowed and his smile is arrogant, and he doesn't have the kind appearance of an elderly person at all, but he has a little more mean feeling, which is terrifying.

"It's fun to make this kind of bet with a twelve or thirteen-year-old yellow-haired girl." Wen pulled the corners of his mouth and said: "I haven't opened this tofu pot for a long time, and it's not impossible to open it at this time." ”

"It's just that the ugly words come to the front, if you can't make better tofu than me, it's not that you can't rent a tofu workshop so easily, you have to go out from my tofu workshop step by step, kneeling, do you think it's feasible?"

"It's a deal." Zhuang Qingning didn't think about it and agreed directly.

"It's refreshing enough, not like that kind of grinding person." Wen Shi took a sip of the gruel in the bowl: "Then it is better to choose a day than to hit the day, since you said that you can grind out a better tofu, I also want to taste it as soon as possible." ”

"There's ready-made beans in the tofu mill, so let's start picking up the mill right now."

"Done." Zhuang Qingning should go down and take Zhuang Qingsui to the tofu workshop.

It is said that it is a tofu workshop, but in fact, it is in Wen's house, two large rooms, which are used to grind tofu, and all kinds of things are available in it, but because it has not been used for a long time, it is stained with a thick layer of ash everywhere.

The sack containing the beans stood against the wall, Zhuang Qingsui untied the rope that tied the sack, and grabbed a handful of them in the slightly dim light in the room.

It's OK, it's well preserved, no mold, deterioration, and no insect moths.

I took out the dustpan hanging next to it, used a small broom to sweep the dust off it, and poured a small half bag of beans into it.

"Qingsui, you pick the beans first, and throw the blackened and bad ones into this small basket next to them, and I'll pick up this bean-soaked jar."

Because the water tank has not been used for a long time, it has fallen a thick layer of soil, which must be cleaned, otherwise the soaked beans are easy to stink.

Zhuang Qingsui agreed, sat on the small pestle and picked up beans seriously.

The light in the house was not good, Zhuang Qingsui wanted to go to the yard to pick beans, but when he thought of the Wen family's yard, he extinguished this idea and came back with a dustpan.

But the house is really dark, and Zhuang Qingsui is afraid that the beans will not be clean, and the tofu will not be good, so he will not be able to pass the Wen's level, and he will not be able to rent this tofu workshop......

After struggling for a while, Zhuang Qingsui finally decided to put the dustpan a little closer to the threshold at the door and pick up the beans seriously.

Zhuang Qingning put the cleaned vat, boiled the soy milk stove, and grinded the stone for grinding the soybean milk...... All kinds of tools are cleared out.

Here, Zhuang Ruman's family is eating.

Two and the noodles of the paste, stick batter, served with pickles.

"Mother, you put too many stick noodles on this cake, and you choked in a panic." Zhuang Qinghe pouted and said: "I have a sore throat for the past two days, and I feel like I have a throat when I eat this, so my mother will make me a white flour pastry alone." ”

"Mother, my throat is not comfortable." Zhuang Yuanzhong echoed on the side.

"They all eat white noodles, who eats the stick noodles?" Zhuang Ruman said unhappily: "The head of the family is so much land, and the little Mangong collects so much food, and they all eat white noodles, how can the family live?" ”

"But the eldest brother can eat white flour steamed buns in the academy, and every time he comes back, my mother also cuts meat and scrambles eggs, and we can't even eat white flour cakes?" Zhuang Qinghe pursed his lips dissatisfied.

"Can you compare to your big brother? Yuanren is studying in the town, and it takes a lot of brains, if he doesn't eat better, where will he have the strength to study? ”

Zhuang Ruman said: "If you don't have the strength to study, how can you get famous, get ahead, and glorify our ancestors?" ”

"Being a big brother is also a big brother, what does it have to do with us? Besides, why do we have to let our eldest brother eat bran vegetables for him in order to get ahead? That's not how it is! ”

"You girl, why are you talking more and more unruly?" Song couldn't help but interject: "Isn't your eldest brother's success the same as our family's popularity?" When your eldest brother is admitted to the Tongsheng Examination, there will be a scholar in our family, and it will be easy to talk about your marriage in the future, right? ”

"If it is true that your eldest brother can be admitted to Xiucai in the future, raise people, and become an official, you will be a young lady, then you will be unable to eat delicious food, endless good clothes, and even the people who tell you to kiss are either rich or expensive, and you can choose what you want......"

Zhuang Ruman squinted his eyes.

Wen has always been stupid, but he is not confused at this point, and it can be regarded as a rare shrewdness.

When Zhuang Qinghe heard this, his eyes lit up again.

Yes, when he turns around, he is Miss Qianjin, and Brother Wencheng can no longer look down on others, and she must be the only one in his eyes.

"Come on, then I'll listen to my father......" Zhuang Qinghe continued to eat, with a smile on his face.

Girls are like mothers!

Zhuang Yuanzhong pulled the corners of his mouth, lowered his head and continued to drink stick batter.

After eating the morning meal, Song went to pick up a dozen eggs in the basket according to Zhuang Ruman's instructions last night.

One, two, three, four, five......

Song put it in a small basket of bamboo strips and handed it to Zhuang Ruman: "Give it, make up an auspicious number, sixteen." ”

"What do you do with so much? Ten is enough. Zhuang Ruman took a few more out, took a cloth and covered the basket: "Wait for me to reply at home, you have to remember everything I say, you know?" ”

"Got it, don't worry, be in charge." Song smiled all over his face.

It's just that there is a lot of meat on her face, and this smile on her face really doesn't have half a point of gentleness at all.

I really don't see it!

Zhuang Ruman swallowed the rest of the words he wanted to explain, and hurriedly went out with a basket.

All the way to Lizheng's house, Zhuang Jingye was drinking tea in the yard, and saw Zhuang Ruman come in and spat the tea leaves that he had chewed in his mouth for a long time.

It took a day before I found him, which is enough to show that no one in the neighborhood said much.

This Zhuang Ruman, it is true, even if the Song family abuses his niece, each family has a daughter, who can look at the past? It's not bad if you don't help the Tibetans, but it's impossible to help find people.

also forced people to set up a female household, so that he was being threatened by a little girl in this hall, and he had to clean up this possible mess in the future.

Zhuang Jingye was angry in his heart, and he threw a roll of his eyes dissatisfied.

Zhuang Ruman originally came with a smile on his face, but at this time, he stretched out his head and rolled his eyes, and his heart was suddenly panicked.