From grinding beans to boiling tofu, the old man taught children who were only half his height very carefully.

Even while cooking tofu, the child stands on a bench and stirs the bean juice in the pot.

Looking at the clumps of bean curd, his eyes changed from ignorance to surprise.

"I'm going to serve a bowl to grandma!" The little grandson happily walked out of the low and dilapidated kitchen with the bowl in his hand.

Entering another room, he handed the bowl to an old woman with gray hair.

The old woman was now with her head down, rubbing the twine in her hands.

A pair of wrinkled hands as old as tree bark have many scars, and the threads that are rubbed out are uniform and neat and smooth.

"Grandma, this is the bean curd that grandpa taught me to make, you taste it, grandpa said that you can make tofu with one press!" The boy said happily.

The old woman looked up at this, revealing a pair of cloudy eyes that were covered by shadows.

She put down the twine in her hand, curved the corners of her mouth and asked, "Have you eaten it?" Grandma is not hungry. ”

She was facing in the direction of the sound, her eyes not moving.

"Grandma, I ate it, I have eaten all the tofu that my grandfather brought back before. Grandpa said that the freshly made bean curd is more delicious, you can taste it! As he spoke, he handed the bowl to the old woman.

The bowl touched the old woman's hand, and she hurried to pick it up.

The smile on his face was even bigger, but unfortunately he couldn't see anything.

"Grandma, this bean curd just out of the pot is a little hot, you drink it slowly, don't burn it."

"Eh, you can eat it too."

The old woman smiled and tasted the hard-won delicacy of her home, and her heart had some hope.

After a few years of heavy rain, the mountain god was angry and buried all her sons and daughters-in-law at the bottom of the mountain.

There was only one little grandson left who didn't know what to do.

She has been blind for many years, and the old man is not in good health, so he can't do any heavy work. There was no money left at home, and if only these two old guys were left, they might have hanged themselves a long time ago.

But the grandson was just able to talk and was still crying, and they couldn't bear to leave the grandson.

The old man reluctantly planted half an acre of land, mixed some rations for the children, and she also rubbed some twine to sell, and she counted it out.

The son is such a child, and they are the only descendants.

At the very least, they have to raise their children until they can farm and eat on their own, and then they dare to leave.

Seeing that the days were getting more and more difficult, the girl of the Lin family suddenly said that she would let the people in the village learn tofu from her.

Tasting the bean curd in her mouth, the old woman was somewhat relieved.

In the future, if they are gone, the grandson will know how to make a craft, and he will always be able to earn some money so that he will not starve to death.

The old man followed him into the house, wiping his freshly washed hands on the hem of his clothes.

"The bean curd is pressed a little tighter, and it is tofu, which is much more delicious than beans."

"I inquired with the Du family, and he said that after a few months, he could decide to stay in the tofu factory. If you want to make your own tofu, you can go back and make it with your family. ”

"If you don't want to, you can stay there and do it, and they pay you for the work."

As he spoke, there was a slight light in the old man's eyes, with a strong eagerness.

"The Du family told me that although I don't know how much I can get now, I have at least sixty or seventy yuan a month. He said that if he sold more, he would add ......"

"I think my family's land will not be planted for the time being, and this money will be enough to buy a lot of food. After saving some, you can also let Cao'er recognize a few words. ”

When the little grandson mentioned himself, he still let himself know how to read.

The whole person looked at his grandfather like a flashing light.

"Master, really? I can also go to school......"

"I sent someone to inquire, and those who know how to read in the county school only need to pay 120 wen for half a year. If you recognize the words, you can also find some easy guys in the future. The old man said happily, his heart full of imagination for the future.

The old woman's face was also a little more eager, and she took the bowl and asked directly, "Really?" There is a way out for that grass in the future, and there is still money to save a province. I can't beat my wife and son to sleep less at night, and I can earn a few more pennies. ”

Hearing this, the little grandson was a little unhappy, pouting and saying, "Grandma, you told me that you can only grow your body by sleeping well at night, why don't you sleep yourself?" ”

"Hey, I'm an old woman, I don't have to grow a body. Anyway, I can't see it, it's the same day and night. ”

The old woman said optimistically, although the twine was a little complicated, it was always easier than working in the field, but it was only bitter for the old man.

"It's not in a hurry, you're not well, it's better to rest more."

After sending Cao'er to read and write, in a few years, he will grow taller than the stove, and he will be able to go to Du's house to make tofu. The Du family said that the tofu position can be replaced, I asked him if I could change the grass when I was old, and he promised me. ”

This is the rule set by Lin Shuqing at the beginning, and those who can come to learn tofu naturally have a high stove.

She just said it casually, but she didn't expect to stand in the way of some people's homes.

Every family in the village has many children, and many of them can give birth to seven or eight sons and daughters. A single transmission like theirs is rare.

It was with this rule that the old man went home and taught his little grandson to make tofu.

He learned the tofu craft well, and the daily work is also easy, just a little tofu and pressing tofu. He was afraid that his grandson would not be able to learn for a while, and when the time came, he would cause chaos when he went to Du's house.

From now on, I will start teaching tofu making.

Now that I've learned it, I can get started directly in the future.

The old woman exhaled: "Well, it is better to work in the village than to go outside, closer." ”

They are all from the same village, and they are not as picky as those big families outside.

"Cao'er, you have to study hard with grandpa, grandma can't see with her eyes, and tell grandma how to make this tofu when the time comes." The old woman said that she hoped that her grandson would learn well.

"Don't worry, grandma, it will."

"When I earn money, grandma, you don't have to rub twine, grandpa doesn't have to work, I'll ask someone to serve you!" The child who was called grass swore an oath, and his eyes were full of simplicity.

The cold wind outside the house was getting colder and colder day by day, but the warmth inside the dilapidated house could not be stopped.

The hope of life is like the dry grass in the cold winter, the wildfire is inexhaustible, the cold wind and ice and snow do not freeze to death, and wait until the spring of the next year to bloom, and then bloom with vigorous vitality.

Lin Shuqing thought that she was just looking for a profitable business to alleviate the family's predicament, and she didn't expect to bring so many changes to the village.

For example, when she went to Du's house, they made a neat table of tofu dishes for her to eat.

This tofu is boiled with pickles, fried in oil, and cooked with fish broth.

With bacon, glutinous rice, there are not a few dumplings and pancakes.

Lin Shuqing looked at the table of dishes and understood what it meant to repetition and use her imagination.