Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15.

Early in the morning, Dahuaer and her husband rushed back to the village with their children. When passing through the town, I deliberately left a small half of the pastries I brought from the county seat to my younger siblings.

Similarly, although Erhua and her second brother-in-law have also separated from each other, they must go back to the old man to celebrate the festival together on the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival.

It's just that Erhua is different from Dahua'er, she doesn't have to rush back to cook, she waits until after noon, and after there are fewer guests, she and her sister-in-law clean up the inside and outside of the restaurant, close the door and go home for the holidays.

There is also a lantern festival in the town on the night of Mid-Autumn Festival. It's a very simple kind, but there will be people coming to play in several surrounding villages, and there are also river lanterns.

If you have more money, you will go to the county seat, but it is impossible to rush home that night, and you will have to stay in the county seat for one night, which is not a small cost.

"The lantern festival on August 15 is very small, and if you want to be lively, you have to wait until the Lantern Festival. At that time, the whole town was decorated with all kinds of lanterns, not to mention how beautiful. ”

The lady next door chatted with Sister Wei Jin across the low wall. Dabao and Xiaoya helped clean up and count the empty bamboo baskets.

The bamboo basket is used to dry the glutinous rice dumplings.

People here eat very little glutinous rice cakes, mainly because it is inconvenient to make and preserve.

Wei Jin used to learn to make glutinous rice with her mother, the kind of glutinous rice that doesn't need to be melted and you can see the grains of rice. Add a little salt and whole peppercorns, press it into a wooden mold, and let it dry for a short time.

This kind of glutinous rice cake is cut into finger-thick slices, fried in the oil pan, and tastes crispy, salty and crispy after frying, and then accompanied by a bowl of soy milk, it is simply delicious in the world.

There is no shortage of oil in their house. Generally, soybean oil squeezed from soybeans is used to fry food, and only lard is put in the home stir-fry. And Wei Jin doesn't like pure lard for stir-frying, so he uses mixed oil.

She didn't make much glutinous rice, mainly because it had all glutinous rice, and the cost was not low. In addition, frying costs oil, and her family does not lack these, so it is impossible for ordinary people to eat like this, and they will be scolded by their elders for being a loser.

She also divided a few portions of the glutinous rice cake made this time, the in-laws of the two sisters, the teacher's family of Dabao, and the village chief's family and the town mayor's house, and other places were not delivered.

I'm going to keep the remaining three for my own sake.

There was a water mill in the workshop, and occasionally Wei Jin would grind a bucket of beans with Xiaoya. After the ground bean juice is brought back and cooked, half of the bean curd is made, and half of it is directly put on a little sugar for everyone to drink.

In the past, she thought that people in ancient times would not know how to make tofu, but later found out that it was not that they couldn't make it, but that the tofu they made was the kind that was relatively old.

Such a big family will definitely not eat tofu, and the delicate and silky bean curd they eat is disgusted by ordinary people, and they feel that they are not eating and not full, which is a snack that large families eat and play.

Anyway, there is no hope of making a fortune by making tofu, and it is still okay to occasionally cook some dishes and improve your own food.

This is what Wei Jin is talking to the lady next door about now.

The aunt next door used to make tofu in her mother's family, but later she married into the town, and her husband's family did some small business, and her life was still passable. Who knows that there are unforeseen circumstances, a few years ago, her man and two sons went to deliver goods, and it rained heavily in the mountains, and even more than a dozen people, including her family of three, did not escape the flash flood.

Since then, she has struggled to live with her eldest daughter-in-law and grandson.

The tofu that Wei Jin's family eats today is made by the eldest mother and her daughter-in-law.

"Don't worry, you are old, Mengzi is angry now, you tell him that he can listen. Besides, if Mengzi wants to make tofu and sell it, he also wants to make it easier for you and his mother. ”

"But he didn't look at it, there are a lot of people making tofu in these ten miles and eight townships, and my mother's brother specially sent tofu to the town, if this is done, this is ......."

"Harm, your mother's family has always made tofu, let's find another way, and we can't sell other soy products."

The eldest lady was stunned for a moment and looked up at Wei Jin.

"If you want to say that your mother's family is also a good person, I see that they are also sending food and drink to your family every once in a while. Or you tell Mengzi, don't do it yourself, just order from your mother's house, send it and let Mengzi reprocess it, make dried tofu, bean rolls, orchid silk, everything. Otherwise, I'll tell you a way, you have a small coal stove at home, make a big pot, start the marinade, marinate the dried tofu into the flavor, and then sell it after drying. ”

Wei Jin has also seen a kind of soy product called Dengying dried beans, which is also marinated and then air-dried. But people have a secret recipe, she has only eaten it, it is very fragrant, and the air-dried lamp shadow dried bean curd can be left for half a year without changing the taste, there must be a trick in this, you have to explore it yourself.

She just said it casually, but the aunt next door and the daughter-in-law of the aunt were stunned.

It's not that they haven't thought about making tofu to make money, but there is no strong labor force in the family, and the women of the family are really unable to make tofu. Second, the eldest mother's family is responsible for delivering tofu to the town, if this is to set up a stall, isn't it to grab food with the mother's family?

After listening to Wei Jin's words, the two of them were a little agitated in their hearts, but they were worried that they would lose their capital if they couldn't sell it, and they wouldn't even be able to maintain their current lives.

Just when Wei Jin raised his eyes and looked at Sihua'er, slightly disappointed, a head suddenly popped up in the corner of the wall.

"Sanhua'er, you tell me, I'll do it!"

The fierce son next door is about the same age as Wei Jin, tall and thin, but his face is a little sallow, and he can see that he is not nutritious. Good sake.

His family has a simple population and does not have much expenses, but he has no income, so he relies on his mother and grandmother to wash people's clothes and do some needlework to make a living. As he grew older, his grandmother wanted to let him go to his mother's house to learn the craft of making tofu, and he could borrow his craft to ask for a wife in the future.

Mengzi refused to leave, feeling that if he left, he would not be able to go home for three or five years, and he would not be at ease at home.

The family was very unhappy because of this little thing.

"Sister, how do you tell them this?"

Dabao was a little puzzled. My sister is too generous, isn't it good to keep these recipes for your own use?

Wei Jin unceremoniously slapped his younger brother on the head.

"Remember, you can't finish the work in the world alone, and the same goes for money. Our family came to the town to see the lively scenery, but in fact it was the same as rootless duckweed. Why did I take out the recipe for tempeh and cooperate with the village chief? Why do you sell the recipe for making sugar directly to the mayor? You think about the reason why I did this, and when it's over, you'll understand why I'm giving the fierce son a move. ”

Seeing Dabao shrink to the side in confusion, Wei Jin shook his head and looked at Sihua'er.

"Sister, I know your plans, Dabao is dizzy from reading."

Xiaoya squatted silently behind Wei Jin's side, staring at her with a pair of dark eyes with a little doubt, probably like Dabao in his heart, he couldn't figure it out!