"Shanshan, why did you come to the bay alone?"

"I'm not alone, I'm with Brother Xiaogang."

"Oh, yes."

"Shanshan, you're going to your grandfather's house, right?"

"Well, grandma said that grandpa's family is making tofu, I'll go and see."

"What's so nice about beating tofu, come, come to my house, I just bought candy yesterday and came back, please eat candy."

"Thanks, no."

"Shanshan, you're welcome."

"Uncle Yuanchang, Ma Ma won't let me eat too much candy, saying that I will have tooth decay."

"Shanshan is here, come and sit at home for a while."

"Aunt Mei, I'm not going to sit down, I'm going to grandpa's house with my brother Xiaogang."

"Shanshan, come to my house to play."

"Uncle Xiaolong, I'm not coming first, I'll come back another day."

"Shanshan, have you eaten?"

"Not yet!"

"Then come to my house, Aunt Cui will cook bean skin for you, and the bud bean skin that was just baked yesterday will give you fried shredded pork and poached eggs."

"Thank you, Aunt Cui, I'm not hungry yet."

"Shanshan, are you going to find your grandfather, they are still making tofu, you come to my house and see how my new house is?"

"Uncle Changjun, I'll come back to the banquet when you drink next time."

"Haha...... You must come when the whole wine is full. ”

"Hmm!"

"Sanshan......"

“……”

Along the way, when the villagers saw Jiang Shan, they all greeted them warmly, and Jiang Shan responded politely one by one.

"Sister Shanshan, the people in Jiangwan are good to you!"

Wang Gang said enviously.

Jiang Shan said: "That's because I'm good to them, and they love Wu and Wu are also good to me." ”

While the two were talking, they had already come to Jiang Xiaoji's new house.

A few days ago, Jiang Xiaoji and Jiang Xiaozhou had already moved into the new small courtyard building, but they hadn't moved the wine yet.

"Shanshan, you're here!"

Jiang Xiaoji's daughter Jiang Ying saw Jiang Shan and shouted excitedly.

"Sister Yingying!"

Jiang Shan also called people politely.

"Sister Yingying!"

Wang Gang also shouted, although he and Jiang Ying were not familiar, they also knew each other and played together.

"Wang Gang, you are here too, come on, let's play together." Jiang Ying greeted warmly.

Jiang Shan said: "Sister Yingying, grandpa, where are they making tofu, let's go and see." ”

"Okay." Jiang Ying agreed: "Come here." ”

As he spoke, he took Jiang Shan and Wang Gang to the right-hand side room.

Jiang Shan looked at the new house as she walked, and couldn't help but praise: "Sister Yingying, your current house is really beautiful." ”

Jiang Ying said proudly: "Yes, it's clean and beautiful, much more beautiful than the old house before." ”

While talking, the three of them walked through the middle courtyard dam and walked to the right wing.

One of the houses is a mill, and a wooden shelf houses a stone mill, and Jiang Xiaoji and Jiang Xiaozhou are working together to push the mill. I saw two people holding one end of the "T" shaped grinding rod with both hands, pulling back and forth with both arms, stepping rhythmically under their feet, the stone mill was driven by the grinding rod, rotating rapidly, and thick white soybean milk overflowed between the two stone mills.

Zhao Derong stood next to the stone mill, and from time to time used a wooden spoon to add a scoop of soybeans or a scoop of water to the mouth above the stone mill.

"Uncle, second uncle!"

Jiang Shan came in and shouted, "You guys are grinding!" ”

Jiang Xiaoji turned around, saw that it was Jiang Shan, and said with a smile: "Yes, why are you here?" ”

Jiang Shan called "Grandma" to Zhao Derong again, and then replied: "Grandma said that you are making tofu, and I came to take a look." ”

Jiang Xiaoji said: "Then you go to the stove house, your grandfather is over there, shaking tofu." ”

"Okay!"

Jiang Shan smiled and agreed.

Jiang Xiaoji said to Jiang Ying: "Yingying, you take Shanshan there." ”

"Got it!" Jiang Ying agreed and walked to the stove house with Jiang Shan.

In the stove house, a large wooden basin is placed on the ground next to the stove, and a wooden cross is hung on the beam above the wooden basin, which is the indispensable tool "rocking frame" for rural people to make tofu in ancient times.

The cradle is composed of two square wooden ridges, which intersect to form a uniform cross structure, and at the ends of the wooden ridges, several circular "nail posts" are nailed.

Don't underestimate such a cradle, in fact, there is a story.

It is said that a foreigner who came to visit a museum and saw the cradle on display immediately asked the librarian why he put the sacred cross object in his heart in the exhibition hall.

The librarian was so happy that he told the foreign tourist that this old object was not a foreign item, but an artifact specially made for making tofu.

The foreigner made a joke because of his ignorance, and finally had to apologize to the librarian.

Okay, let's get down to business.

The four ends of the hanging cradle are tied with the four corners of the baggage, forming the shape of a net bag.

The burden in the countryside is the white coarse gauze, because it is the structure of the gauze, so the soy milk can quickly seep through the holes, and the larger okara will remain in the gauze. Therefore, when beating tofu, the cradle is used to filter soy milk and okara.

At this time, Jiang Haiyang was pouring the boiled soybean milk into the white cloth pocket, and the white slurry flowed out from the bottom of the bag and fell into the wooden basin below, and the strong fragrance spread with the heat.

After the soybean milk flowed out became less, Jiang Haiyang held the adjacent ends of the cradle with both hands, shook it regularly, and kept squeezing.

Shake and shake like this, and the white and pure soy milk will continue to leak into the large wooden basin below, and the residue will be left on the gauze.

After Jiang Haiyang shook for a while, he added two scoops of water from time to time.

Jiang Shan and Wang Gang watched with relish from the sidelines.

"Grandpa, I'll help you shake it!"

Jiang Haiyang said with a smile: "Shanshan, you haven't shaken the height yet, don't make trouble, shake it badly, there will be no tofu to eat during the Chinese New Year this year!" ”

This job may seem simple, but it's actually a matter of skill.

If an inexperienced person shakes it, there will be more okara and less soy milk, and less tofu will be beaten. Or add too much water, and the filtered soy milk is too thin, and it is not good to make tofu.

Jiang Shan heard what her grandfather said, so she had no choice but to give up.

When there was no more soy milk flowing out of the burden on the cradle, Jiang Haiyang poured all the slurry in the wooden basin into a large cauldron, and then began to burn the fire.

Soon, the pot was bubbling.

When the pot is boiled, the strong aroma of soy milk spreads throughout the room.

"It smells so good!"

Jiang Shan couldn't help but sniff and said.

Wang Gang also felt that it was so fragrant, he couldn't see the pot, and asked curiously: "Grandpa, is the tofu ready?" ”

Jiang Haiyang laughed: "How can it be so simple, now is the key step in making tofu." ”

After speaking, he said to Jiang Ying: "Go and call your grandfather to get some tofu." ”

"Okay!"

Jiang Ying agreed, and quickly ran outside.