It's really slow, and it's a hurry. Sun Erniang was born beautiful, making a good tofu that is white and tender, and people give it the nickname "Tofu Shih".

Since ancient times, the heart is higher than the sky, and the life is thinner than paper. Although Sun Erniang is a proper woman, she can't escape this natural fate.

Three years ago, Sun Erniang carried a small sedan chair from the distant Huguang into the door of her distant cousin Zhao Baisheng, no dowry, no relatives to greet her, cold wind and cold rain, dim lights and candles, everyone thought it was an ominous omen.

That night, Zhao Baisheng suddenly fell ill and died, leaving behind three thatched huts and ten acres of thin fields, as well as a cold Erniang.

There are many rights and wrongs in front of the widow's door, and the men of Fenggujing are like bees picking flowers, looking for a reason, running to Sun Erniang's house with a hot face, and they are coldly rejected every time.

As the patriarch of the Zhao family, Sun Erniang's affairs are her own business, and she has carried out several activities to send warmth to poverty alleviation and cold, and every time she has a hot face and a cold buttocks, she doesn't need it, she doesn't need it.

Just half a year ago, Du Yuerong and Huang Jinsheng, the two boys, were so bold that they couldn't bear their lust, so they went to the corner of Sun Erniang's wall in the middle of the night, and were chased by Sun Erniang from Tongxing Greenway to Mianzhou with two kitchen knives. Since then, no man dares to enter Sun Erniang's door at night.

Erniang, you are spicy enough, we can't afford to provoke it, and we can't hide. Zhao Baiyu held his breath and leaned against the eaves on the side of the street, intending to pass by silently.

"Wang Lao Wu, you kid is really a rake ear, afraid of his wife at home, and afraid of Erniang outside. A man in a black cotton hat standing outside the circle said a witty remark, which caused the crowd to laugh.

When Zhao Baiyu heard it, it was the voice of Yan Rujin, the owner of Rujin Bookstore, this old boy, who was straightforward and fast-talking, liked to be troublesome, but he couldn't let him discover himself, Zhao Baiyu stood up by the collar, shrunk into a ball, and slowed down on tiptoe.

"Bai Yu, it's really you. I saw a yellow shadow coming from afar in the fog, and I wasn't sure it was you. Just in time, come and give them a review. Yan Rujin's eyes were sharp, and he grabbed Zhao Baiyu's hand as soon as he came over.

Grandma Grandpa, this is yesterday. It is better to come early than to come by chance, and it is better to come to be familiar than to come at a good time. When you meet acquaintances, the regenerated rice can cook ripe rice for you.

I felt that my actions were mysterious, but I didn't expect the color to betray me.

Zhao Baiyu sighed softly, with a smile on his face, and walked over helplessly.

The crowd automatically dodged a passage, with Zhao Baiyu in front and Yan Rujin following behind, and walked in together.

In the crowd, a man with round eyes and round face and light eyebrows was panting, and a pale red palm print on his face fell along with the beating of the green tendons on his neck.

A goose-egg-faced woman with phoenix-eyed eyes looked a little flustered, lowered her eyes, and looked at him at a loss.

Since we have something to do, we should start work as soon as possible, and do it well as soon as possible.

Zhao Baiyu coughed lightly, nodded friendly to the round-faced man, and greeted with a smile: "Grandpa Bi, early in the morning, what are you singing with Sun Erniang?"

Bi Fusheng didn't answer, his stunned eyes suddenly became cold, he squeezed out of the crowd without saying a word, and disappeared into the fog without looking back.

Sun Erniang looked at his back from behind, and shouted a little timidly: "Grandpa Bi, I'm really sorry, I'm in a hurry, I didn't see it clearly, and I made a mistake with your old man." ”

After speaking, Sun Erniang turned around, her face was swollen and red, her high breasts fell together, and a few shallow white pockmarks appeared and disappeared in the mist on her pretty face, showing a different kind of charm, but also revealing a cold ice air.

After a short pause, Sun Erniang pointed at the board with a slender finger and said, "Uncle Zhao, you came just in time to give me a little girl's evaluation." After speaking, he covered his face with his hands and sobbed and cried.

In the white mist, there were seven or eight pieces of pork scattered on a cutting board, and a few pieces of minced meat were scattered on a thin wooden board next to it, and two pieces of tofu had been crushed into okara under the board.

On the left side of the thin plank, two bales of white and red are placed side by side.

Behind the board, a man in his early thirties stood on a wooden basis, his right hand covering his thin little black face, and a crimson palm print was firmly fixed in the center of his left face, black and red, different.

Isn't this Wang Lao Wu, who often sends meat to Xuan Yanxing? Usually the rules are honest, but today yesterday I got into trouble with Sun Erniang, a tigress?

Zhao Baiyu was puzzled, looked at Erniang, then at Wang Laowu, and asked strangely: "Wang Laowu, are you so embarrassed to bully Sun Erniang?"

Wang Lao Wu's little black face twitched, and a few wrinkles on his withered yellow forehead shrank into a deep Sichuan character, as old as a sixty-year-old man.

He timidly pointed to a figure next to him, his eyes were red, and he said with a crying voice: "Uncle Zhao, it's not me, it's this master." Sun Erniang slapped me twice, you say I'm wronged. ”

Hearing Wang Lao Wu say this, Zhao Baiyu took two steps to the left and saw a stout man with a meaty face standing behind two bags of cheeks.

This person hugged the two giant hands covered with black hair tightly, and a pair of triangular eyes glared at Wang Lao Wu viciously, and he kept sneering.

When Zhao Baiyu saw it, he couldn't help but feel happy in his heart, an acquaintance, and an acquaintance who couldn't be more familiar.

This person is Zheng Guandong, the brother-in-law of Lu Xunzhi, the governor of Mianzhou, who often takes the tolerance of the Mianzhou Yamen to Xuanyanxing to eat and drink, and every time he signs a bill, he owes a lot of silver.

A few days ago, Lai Jinyun, the shopkeeper of Xuan Yanxing, sent someone to him to collect the account, but he couldn't meet anyone every time.

When Zheng Guandong saw that it was Zhao Baiyu, his face was slightly red, his face did not change, and he said angrily: "Uncle Zhao, you come to preside over justice." Early in the morning I came to buy meat and asked for it to be cut into three pieces. This kid showed his ability, patted his chest and said that it was no problem, otherwise he would pay me ten taels of silver. “

Speaking of this, Zheng Guandong raised his eyebrows, narrowed his triangular eyes, and shouted viciously. "This kid actually relied on the account, and he also ruined Sun Erniang's tofu, and if he misunderstood Lao Tzu's business, he had to peel off his skin. ”

When Wang Lao Wuyi heard this, his neck shrank, his black face turned a little purple with fright, and he crackled and complained: "Yesterday, I received a fat pig, and I gave half of it to the aquatic restaurant early this morning, and the remaining half of it came to open a morning market. ”

When everyone heard this, most of them lost interest, and it was natural to collect money to eliminate disasters. Zhao Yuanxi's four sons, Zhao Baijin, Zhao Baiyin, Zhao Baitong, and Zhao Baitie, whispered to each other, and left together with a few people who watched the excitement.

When Wang Lao Wu saw it, he was even more anxious, and he said faster: "This master first asked me to choose a pound of lean meat, without a little fat, and chop it into a thin seed." Let me choose a pound of fat white meat, without a little lean, and chop it into a thin one. ”

Speaking of this, Wang Lao Wu arched his hand and made a deep bow to the surrounding crowd: "I am too familiar with this paragraph, I have heard Wen Gaoxi's "Water Margin" in Fengsheng Teahouse several times. Next, this master must ask for a pound of cartilage, and he must also chop it carefully, so as not to see some meat on it. I was about to raise my knife, but I didn't expect him to change his lines. ”

changed the lines, and the crowd immediately became interested. Huang Jinsheng, who was outside the circle, held his throat and shouted loudly, "Wang Lao Wu, I changed it yesterday, I can't tell you to buy Sun Erniang's tofu." When they heard this, they burst into laughter.

"He didn't want cartilage, but asked me to cut a pound of fat and half fat and half lean pork belly into slices on top of a piece of tofu, and each slice should let in the light. I thought it would be too difficult, but I promised that I had to do it, so I said that I could cut it, but I couldn't cut it without tofu. ”

Speaking of this, Wang Lao Wu cried with a sad face, like a mourning exam: "Uncle Zhao, you say it's not strange, as soon as I finished saying this, Sun Erniang passed by the board with a tofu burden, and this master quietly followed, and after a while, he took two pieces of tofu over. ”

When Sun Erniang heard this, she stopped crying, wiped her tears with the back of her hand, raised her head, and looked at Wang Lao Wu with a pair of Danfeng eyes. "I felt a little strange that when I walked to the end, one end of the burden suddenly became lighter. I searched around and found these two pieces of crushed okara on your board. If you don't give me tofu money, it's not over today. ”

Wang Lao Wu was a little aggrieved: "I didn't take the tofu, why should I pay for the tofu?"

Zheng Guandong was also a little aggrieved: "I took the tofu, but I didn't crush it, why should I pay for the tofu?"

The three of them quarreled for a while, and finally stopped talking and turned their eyes to Zhao Baiyu together.