Adhering to the principle of helping people to the end, in the past few days in Xiyuan Town, Hua Qingyan ran to the village every day when she had nothing to do. She can't help the wasteland, but she can help raise seedlings. At the same time, he also taught the villagers how to make tofu.

Tofu is available in Daqi, but because the production method is in the hands of a small number of people, there are not many people who know it, and it is also a family handicraft. Hua Qingyan has inspected, Daqi's tofu is not only expensive, but also not condensed enough, to put it bluntly, it is water tofu.

Hua Qingyan's tofu recipe is a recipe written by a master who specialized in tofu in the previous life, and it took countless years of research to write it, and the output and quality are not comparable to the current tofu workshop.

The beans in the field can be harvested, and the villagers have long thought about planting sweet potatoes and potatoes when they harvest these beans, so as to ensure that they are not hungry!

But looking at those beans, the village chief is also a little worried, beans are not worth much to them, the government does not collect taxes on weekdays, and they also sell beans to those tofu factories on weekdays, but the price collected by the tofu factory is too low, and the village chief really doesn't want to spoil the beans that the villagers have worked so hard to plant.

Hua Qingyan's tofu recipe came too timely, but at the same time, it also made the villagers panic. Hua Qingyan, as the county lord, did not dislike their background, not to mention, and spent a lot of effort to help them, giving them ideas, providing seedlings, and now providing them with ways to make money. How can they not know the value of this tofu recipe, if Hua Qingyan takes out this recipe, I am afraid that it will be sold for thousands of taels.

"County Lord, we can't ask for this recipe!" The village chief persuaded with a sad face, "The county lord has given us enough, we can't repay it in this life, this recipe is valuable, we can't ask for it!" ”

"Why not? Wouldn't it be better to learn one more trade? Hua Qingyan tilted her head and the prescription in her hand.

The village chief sighed, "County Lord, this recipe is valuable, whether the county lord opens his own tofu workshop or directly sells the recipe, he can make a lot of money, it's better than giving it to us for nothing!" ”

Hua Qingyan understood what the village chief meant, it was precisely because she had nothing to do with them, so they were afraid, after all, there was no free lunch in the world, and they had never seen such a thing as pies for no reason.

Hua Qingyan thought for a while, "If this is not the case, it will be regarded as if I have built a tofu workshop in your village, and I will provide the recipe and do not care about anything else, and it doesn't matter how much you earn or how little, you give me 20% of the profit every year, how about it?" ”

"This method is good, but is the county lord's two percent profit too little?"

Hua Qingyan shook her head, "It's a lot, I don't do anything, and I don't take any risks." The village chief calculated for himself, the beans are yours, the labor is yours, and it is also your people who have shipped them out to sell them when they are done, and you have paid for the raw materials and labor, and they are divided equally among so many people. As for me, I only provided a prescription and then sat back and enjoyed it, and I got two percent of the profit for nothing, village chief, do you still think I take less? ”

was so fooled by Hua Qingyan, the village chief really felt that the two benefits were already quite a lot, and there was less hesitation in his expression. Hua Qingyan decided to take advantage of the victory to pursue, "Village Chief, think about it, after so many years of poverty, now there is a way to make money in front of you, do you really want to refuse?" There are many villages like Jinju Prefecture, you see I have already thought of a way out for you, but there is no hope in other villages, I can help them. However, I have no contact with them, so I don't know what the character of the villagers is, but if they deceive me, I will also be a county lord, and I will not be able to clean up when I am angry......"

Hua Qingyan observed the expression of the village chief as she spoke, and saw that he was entangled for a while, and then loosened his eyebrows as if he had figured it out, but the next second he frowned, and his expression was very rich.

However, the village chief didn't bother for long, and finally made a decision, "County Lord, I agreed." Originally, I thought that this tofu workshop would be run by people from other villages, but after thinking about it, it would be more appropriate for us to do it. It is not too late for the people of the other villages to teach them when we have earned money. ”

Hua Qingyan smiled, if someone else heard the village chief's words, I was afraid that she would think she was selfish, but after getting along for the past few days, Hua Qingyan felt that the village chief's temperament was very cute. The matter of the tofu workshop can only be said verbally, whether the recipe in Hua Qingyan's hand can make tofu is still unknown, once it is borne, then everything will be pressed on the village chief, and all the risks need to be borne by him. As the village head, he has a lot more things on his shoulders than Hua Qingyan.

After trying it yourself, after making sure that this thing can be done, it can be popularized to others, which is also a kind of protection for the villagers.

Such a self-sacrificing village is really awe-inspiring.

After deciding on it, it was natural to teach the villagers how to make tofu. According to Hua Qingyan's instructions, he picked two catties of beans and soaked them for cleaning, and then brought them to the stone mill to grind the soybeans into a pulp. No matter how poor you are, there is still a stone mill in the village, and one stone mill is used by the whole village. Because he didn't know if he could make tofu, the village chief didn't publicize it. However, looking at the village chief's ink soy milk, the villagers still paid attention to it.

"Village chief, what are you doing grinding soy milk?"

"What does the village chief do when he grinds beans? We don't sell our beans to tofu mills this year? ”

This speculation made the villagers anxious, wouldn't this bean be smashed in their hands if they were not sold to the tofu factory? If they do not sell it, they will not get the money, and what will they eat?

"The village chief, the village chief, and the county lord are also here today, but what's the matter?"

Looking at the anxious faces, the village chief who was originally reluctant to say finally couldn't help but reveal something: "The county lord is here, naturally he is here to help us, and these beans are also ordered by the county lord to grind." ”

The villagers didn't know what to do with the beans, but they couldn't hinder their attention to food, so they followed the village chief to the village chief's house one after another, and instantly surrounded the courtyard of the village chief's house.

In the yard, Hua Qingyan had already prepared something to use for some tofu, and after Mu Gezi had this plan, Hua Qingyan asked the carpenter in the town to drive them out, and there were four, and with the help of the village chief's wife, these four wooden boxes had been washed and cleaned.

"County Lord, the soy milk is finished." The village chief brought the wooden barrel to Hua Qingyan and showed it to her.

"Okay, you strain it with gauze first and clear out all the bean dregs." Hua Qingyan said as she took out gauze from the gauze package she brought, the gauze was also brought by Hua Qingyan, and the gauze was used here to do white things, Hua Qingyan bought a lot and planned to hand it over to the village chief for a while.

Hua Qingyan instructed the village chief to spread two layers of gauze in the pot funeral, and then poured the ground soybean milk on the gauze and squeezed out the soy milk by hand. This is a hard work, Hua Qingyan can't do it, but for these villagers, it's simply easy. The filtered bean dregs Hua Qingyan did not let them throw away, you can make your own bean dregs cake to eat, mix in flour and make all kinds of pasta, of course, if you don't want to eat yourself, you can also feed the pigs.

After filtering the okara, it's time to boil the pulp. Seeing that Hua Qingyan wanted to go to the stove by herself, the attitude of the village chief's daughter-in-law became extremely tough, and she was not allowed to do it at all, but only watched from the sidelines to be a conductor. Hua Qingyan was helpless, "Remember to cook the pulp on a low heat, and someone must watch it, because there will be a lot of foam when the soybean milk is boiling, and it is easy to overflow, so you can reduce the heat and skim off the foam at this time." After the soy milk is boiled, it should be boiled for more than five minutes to cook thoroughly, otherwise there will be a beany smell. ”

"Okay, county lord, I remember."

The village chief's daughter-in-law is a quick one, and Hua Qingyan noticed that she was saying exactly what she said, and there was no deviation at all. Hua Qingyan sighed in her heart for her carefulness, and she also had some confidence in their tofu ordering.

After the soy milk is cooked, the most important step comes, even Hua Qingyan is nervous even when she looks at the pot of white soy milk, this is the hard work of the people, but you must succeed and not waste!

You can use brine or alkali to order tofu, and the salt brine brought by Hua Qingyan is a crystalline product left after drying sea salt, which is slightly toxic, so you can't put too much. This thing is very easy to buy, and since there was a tofu factory, pharmacies have salt and brine for sale. But generally only tofu shops will buy it.

Hua Qingyan told the village chief about the salt brine, and warned him that he couldn't let the children play with it, and the village chief naturally agreed with him and kept it firmly in his heart.

When ordering marinade, the soy milk should be kept at about 80 degrees, otherwise it will be easy to fail. However, this big unicorn didn't have a thermometer for Hua Qingyan to use, so he could only try.

Hua Qingyan carried the pot and poured the soybean milk into the prepared wooden box one by one, and explained while holding the melted salt brine: "Because the first time I ordered the marinade, the amount was not too much, so the marinade should be slow, otherwise it would be easy to order the old; Add brine must be even, otherwise the tofu will be tender and old. Add brine to the soy milk, drop by drop, and gently stir with a spoon in one direction, the amount of brine is judged by vision, when the soybean milk begins to appear flocculent sediment, it's OK, and then add brine to control the old and tender tofu. ”

Saying that, Hua Qingyan glanced to the side, and saw that the village chief's family was all around her, staring closely at her movements, and her expression was extremely serious, as if she was facing a matter of life and death. Hua Qingyan thought about it, isn't it a matter of life and death, this can care about the livelihood of the whole village!

"After ordering, it should be kept warm and static for two quarters of an hour to allow the precipitation to fully react." After Hua Qingyan finished speaking, she sat down on the chair, although she already liked to be stared at and doing things, but she was still a little nervous in the face of these villagers doing what they did for the first time.

The village chief's family was not as relaxed as Hua Qingyan, staring at the wooden lattice tightly, and looking forward to it in their hearts!

As time passed, the soy milk in the wooden box slowly condensed into a flocculent, little by little condensed together, and the village chief shouted happily: "Condensed, condensed!" ”