80s Taoism

[Sorry, I broke my promise yesterday, it was really too late to come back. I haven't been getting enough sleep these days. Some couldn't bear it anymore. If I don't go out today, I will make up for it. 】

"Uncle Jiwang, what's the matter with this Epilepsy Chen?" Zhang Jiaohua watched the back of Epilepsy Chen receding away, and pushed Zhang Jiwang who was sitting beside him with his hand. Zhang Jiaohua is the master today, so naturally he is sitting in the head seat. Zhang Jiwang was a senior citizen, so he naturally sat on the same bench as Zhang Jiaohua.

"Chen Dianzi. At that time, no one dared to call him Chen Dianzi. They all called him Chen Xiucai. He was capable of writing and martial arts. Among the young people at that time, Chen Dianzi was definitely the best. It's a pity. If he hadn't had sex with someone from the city who knew the truth, how could he have fallen to where he is now... Uh, why am I telling you this, a brat?

"Who cares about it!" Zhang Jiaohua said disdainfully, grabbed a chicken leg from the vegetable bowl, and gnawed on it.

Zhang Jiwang burst out laughing, and spit out the little wine he just drank. Fortunately, he was sensitive, and when spraying, he deliberately pointed towards the open space, so as not to cause harm to the people next to him.

Zhang Qigao's drinking companions all looked at Zhang Jiwang blankly, while Zhang Jiaohua gave Zhang Jiwang a blank look. He guessed that Zhang Jiwang's wild laughter must be a bad thing. Eighty percent have something to do with him.

Zhang Jiwang suppressed his smile, "It's the first time I saw a sailor sitting on the head seat eating chicken legs."

Everyone laughed heartily.

Zhang Jiaohua rolled his eyes and knew that nothing good happened. Zhang Jiaohua didn't bother to argue with Zhang Jiwang, a bad old man, but instead spoke forcefully. He bit down with his teeth in big mouthfuls, as if he was biting Zhang Jiwang. Zhang Jiwang's scalp felt numb.

"Uncle Jiwang, if you keep laughing at me, don't blame me for telling you..." Zhang Jiaohua was about to threaten Zhang Jiwang.

Zhang Jiwang knew what Zhang Jiaohua was going to say, so he quickly took another chicken leg and put it in Zhang Jiaohua's bowl, "Beggar, please don't mess with Grandpa Jiwang. You have a lot of adults. This chicken leg is Grandpa Jiwang's apology for you."

Others don't know, but Zhang Jiwang knows it, the navy master said a curse, if the beggar said that he would not like him as a carpenter in the future, maybe he really wouldn't like him. This thing is very evil, even if the size is not bad, when all the parts are put together, they just don't match up. This is Sha. Committing evil spirits will seriously affect a carpenter's career. Zhang Jiwang was still thinking that when the bridge was being built today, Zhang Enzhong joked with Zhang Jiaohua without knowing the seriousness, and Zhang Jiaohua said that. In the future, Zhang Enzhong probably won't be able to cry.

Therefore, Zhang Jiwang quickly apologized to Zhang Jiaohua and refused to let him speak out.

After dinner, Chen Meijuan gave Zhang Jiaohua and Zhang Jiwang red envelopes respectively. When Zhang Jiaohua received the red envelope, he carefully looked at the difference between the two people's red envelopes. It's a pity that they are all sealed tightly with red paper. It looks a little thicker.

"Would you like to see it? How about I change it with you." Zhang Jiwang laughed.

"Don't even think about it." Zhang Jiaohua quickly stuffed the red envelope into his trouser pocket. Unexpectedly, as soon as he took a step, the red envelope came out from the trouser leg. Only then did he realize that he had stuffed the red envelope into the rotten trouser pocket. He quickly picked up the red envelope that fell to the ground.

Zhang Jiwang chuckled, "Oh, what a pity. If I reacted faster, I would have picked up a big red envelope."

Zhang Jiaohua simply squeezed the red envelope with his hands, not daring to put it in his trouser pocket.

Zhang Qigao's family is very grateful. Although there is no result yet, after this ceremony, the whole family seems to be more confident.

Xie Chun'e picked up chicken nuggets and put them in the man's bowl, "Qi Gao, eat more."

"You ignorant woman, I ate all the good ones by myself, what are you going to eat?" Zhang Qigao's face was a little unhappy.

Chen Meijuan said hastily, "Your wife cares about you, why are you so ignorant? The most important thing for the whole family now is for you young couple to have a baby quickly. Chun'e, don't just give food to the taller one, you have to eat too. For a while, I will go to the market a few more times to buy some meat, so as to improve my life."

That night, there was a lot of commotion in Zhang Qigao's house, and everyone in the village could hear it, and thought it was a joke.

Before dawn the next day, Zhang Enzhong's house was already busy for most of the day.

Zhang Enzhong’s ancestors have been beating tofu for generations. They don’t know how many generations, how long the beans should be soaked, how long the soaking time can make the beans swell to the best, how much water is added when grinding the soy milk, and how thick the grind is... These details, they have been accurate to the nearest minute. Therefore, every time they make tofu, the thickness is uniform, and the thickness of each bundle of tofu is not much different.

But this morning, something went wrong. When filtering, Zhang Enzhong found that filtering was particularly laborious today. The cloth bag used for filtering seemed to have become a plastic bag, and all the gaps seemed to be completely blocked. No matter how hard Zhang Enzhong tried, the soy milk just couldn't come out. A bag of warm coarse soy milk rolled around on the shelf, but the fine soy milk just dripped slowly into the barrel like a thread that might break at any time.

"Pig lady, has your soy milk boiled today?" Zhang Enzhong could only attribute the reason to the fact that the soy milk was not fully cooked.

Wang Fang was also very surprised by the result, "Why didn't it boil? It's not like you didn't see the soy milk. It's exactly the same as usual. Why did the filter cloth come out?"

It's the same, Zhang Enzhong saw it himself. But since it is the same, usually filtering is just like filtering water, and it is filtered out all at once. Why did the filter cloth come out today?

Zhang Enzhong forgot that Zhang Jiaohua had spoken during the day. He didn't take Zhang Jiaohua's words seriously at all. What's the point of making a joke?

Zhang Enzhong tossed and tossed for a long time, and after a lot of effort, he finally filtered out the fine soybean milk. Today's bean curd dregs are almost twice as much as usual.

"If every day is like today, I will lose my underwear." Zhang Enzhong muttered.

Pour the fine soy milk into the pot and cook it again, which is a full third less than usual. Seeing Zhang Enzhong and his wife felt distressed. In total, I saved so much money. Today's tofu is all sold, which is enough to save money.

The soy milk is boiled again, only one time is enough. The heat was well controlled, and Zhang Enzhong lifted the lid of the pot as soon as the soy milk was boiled. Nothing came out. The mellow soy milk fragrance permeates the kitchen.

Zhang Enzhong weighed the burnt gypsum powder, put it in a bowl, and mixed it with clean water. Then pour into barrels. Zhang Enzhong and his wife each had a bucket of boiled soybean milk, and poured it directly into the wooden bucket. This impact process just mixes the gypsum water in the barrel evenly. Under the hydration of gypsum, the protein components in soy milk will coagulate into jelly, which is tofu.

Zhang Enzhong is used to using a chopstick to measure the quality of tofu. Put a chopstick upright on the top of the wooden barrel, let the chopsticks fall vertically, and insert the chopsticks into the tofu. If it can still stand upright, half of it will stay outside. The quality of tofu is very good.

However, today's situation is very wrong, the chopsticks fell and sank directly into the soy milk.

Zhang Enzhong was shocked, the tofu was gone! Zhang Enzhong hadn't had such a thing for many years, and he didn't expect to taste this bitterness again today.

"In the future, your tofu will not produce tofu at all, only dregs will be produced!"

Zhang Jiaohua's childish voice suddenly sounded in Zhang Enzhong's mind.