At The Beginning, Caishikou Beheaded, I Chose To Be Reborn

Of course Ye Yuan didn't know that the lame Daoist made a special detour to Qingping Mountain, which gave Bai Su a lot of benefits.

If he found out, he would definitely blame the lame Daoist for being too polite.

But in fact, the lame Daoist has to be like this. He has a relatively high moral character, so he has his own understanding of returning favors.

Although he also agrees with what Ye Yuan said, it still can't shake his mind.

In the eyes of the lame Daoist, if he just found a common practice method for Ye Yuan and regarded it as repaying the favor, it would be too confusing, and he himself couldn't convince himself anyway.

All he wanted was peace of mind.

If you can't make yourself feel at ease, you may even breed Hearts Demon in your future practice.

This is why most practitioners care so much about "Karma".

After the lame Daoist walked away, Ye Yuan's life returned to its previous calm.

Except for watching the readings of Xiaobaihu and Zhuang Yan, most of the rest of the time is spent studying the forty-eight divine prohibitions of Dayantu.

The more he researched, the more Ye Yuan didn't understand.

What is the owner of this big Yantu thinking?

You have the ability to come up with forty-eight Taoisms, so why use them on Magic Treasures with a single function like Dayan Tu? Be famous all over the world.

And the most miraculous thing is that this big Yantu, which contains forty-eight forbidden gods, will still be lost to the mundane world, and it will be regarded as a family heirloom by the Chenghuang's family before his death...

"If there is an opportunity in the future, I should inquire about this treasure.

An idea planted in Ye Yuan's mind.

With this treasure in his hands, it can be regarded as completely reborn. After forty-eight days, the God's Forbidden Distance has completely transformed into an Innate, which is only half a step away.

The half step distance doesn't seem to be far away, Ye Yuan of course has to find a way to make up for it.

The next morning, as usual, Ye Yuan arranged for the little white fox and Zhuang Yan to study, while he went out to buy breakfast.

The breakfast Du Ning'er brought him the day before was very appetizing, especially the piece of bean cake, which was very similar to a delicacy from Ye Yuan's previous life, which made him quite concerned.

So, he went directly to the bean cake stand.

"Good morning, Mr. Ye."

The stall owner was a dusty old uncle with a half bent waist. This was when he was young when he was carrying heavy loads, and there was no way to recover. A pair of small eyes shone with surprise.

"Are you here to buy cakes too?"

Ye Yuan smiled and said.

"Yesterday, a Junior bought a piece of bean cake for me, and I couldn't forget it after eating it, so I made a special trip today to try the uncle's handicraft again."

Ye Yuan is very good at talking with ordinary people. People’s minds are not so complicated. There are only a few things that everyone desires and worries about. It is relatively easy to get closer.

Sure enough, after a few chats, Ye Yuan got to know the stall owner.

It turned out that the other party's surname was Luo, and he had no real name. He was the seventh eldest in his family, and he had been called Luo Laoqi since he was a child.

But Ye Yuan would definitely not call him that, but a very polite name: "Qi Qi."

This flattered Luo Laoqi, Mr. Ye is a scholar like Mr. Zhuang!

But he was still very useful in his heart, and said with a smile on his old face that turned into a flower.

"Tiger head. Go to Mr. Ye at o'clock."

Hutou is his son, a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old, as his name suggests, he has a tiger head and a tiger brain.

It's just that he is not good at words and looks a little introverted. After listening to the order, he quietly opened the drawer and took four hot bean cakes.

"Uncle Qi, you remember wrongly, I only need three bean cakes."

Ye Yuan reminded.

One for the little white fox, one for him, and one for Xiaozhuang.

"Yes, I remember correctly, Mr. Ye is here for the first time, and he thinks highly of the old man, so he should call him Uncle Qi, and give you one."

Luo Laoqi smiled, wrapped it in lotus leaves and held it with both hands.

"Seventh Uncle said so, and it's hard for Ye Mou to refuse, but it's just this one time, and when I come back tomorrow, I can't give any more."

Ye Yuan took the bean cake, it was warm and smelled of beans, very appetizing.

"Tomorrow? Maybe there is no tomorrow."

When Luo Laoqi said this, the smile on his face froze suddenly, and a look of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

"Huh? Why is that?"

Ye Yuan asked curiously.

"Because the business is bad, sir, think about it, while you are talking with the old man, is there anyone coming to our stall to buy cakes?"

Luo Laoqi sighed again and again.

"That's true, but I think Uncle Qi's cakes are made with solid ingredients and a good taste, so why no one cares about them?"

Ye Yuan frowned slightly. This is the time when the breakfast business is booming. The other stalls are crowded, but there are always people going to eat in twos and threes. Only this bean cake stall

It means that you are the only one who patronizes from beginning to end.

"The old man's stall has been open for more than 30 years. No matter how delicious something is, if you eat it for 30 years, the folks will get tired of it... And the reason why Mr. Ye thinks it is delicious is because Because I just ate something fresh, but actually it’s just bean cakes, everyone knows how to make them. In addition, the weather is not good, the fields are not harvested, and the government, alas, I really don’t want to mention it. This year, I have collected an extra tax.. ..”

Luo Laoqi shook his head in distress.

"The life of the common people is not easy, the old man and my business are not easy to do. I haven't had any business for seven or eight days. To be honest, the old man still hopes to save money for Hutou to marry a wife. I am afraid that the bean cake business will not work." It’s better to go back to farming.”

Most of Ye Yuan's good mood dissipated at once.

Luo Laoqi's words reminded him of his own grandfather. When he was young, his home was flooded, and his grandfather sat on the ground, looking at the flooded banker and sighing like this.

However, with the help of the state, no matter how difficult the days are, they can always survive.

But Luo Laoqi was not so lucky, let alone helping the government, it was already burning high incense not to cause trouble for the common people.

"I just found a food that suits my appetite, so it went out of business like this?"

Ye Yuan felt a little uncomfortable and asked.

"If you go back to farming, will your life be easier?"

Luo Laoqi smiled wryly and said.

"What can I live better? I can make a good living. I was an old man when I saw that I couldn't make a name for myself by farming, so I came out to sell bean cakes. Now that I am old, I have to go back again.

..."

Every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite, but Luo Laoqi thinks that his own is particularly difficult to recite.

Ye Yuan was silent for a moment, not knowing how to help him.

Give money directly?

It is possible.

He is not short of money.

But when I think about it carefully, I don't think it's appropriate.....

Suddenly, his gaze swept across the wooden barrel under the stove, and there were a lot of soybeans soaking in the barrel.

Ye Yuan seemed to think of something.

"Uncle Qi, where did you get these soybeans from?"

Luo Lao Qi was stunned for a moment, not knowing why Bai Ye Yuan would ask such a question, but he still answered honestly.

Most of them are grown by my mother at home. If there is not enough, I can go to other people’s homes in the village to buy. Our village has the habit of growing beans, and no one in the village charges any money.

Ye Yuan's eyes lit up, and he said with a smile.

"Uncle Qi, although your bean cakes are not easy to sell, you don't have to rush back to farm. I have an ancient recipe here. You can always try it. If you can make fresh food, the villagers will be willing to come." consumed."

The recipe Ye Yuan came up with is nothing but the method of making soy milk.

No one in this world has researched soy milk.

Ye Yuan remembers very clearly that soy milk is very simple to make. In his previous life, it was developed by Liu An, king of Huainan in the Western Han Dynasty. It was widely circulated, and soy milk became popular.

The production process of soy milk is very simple, as long as the soaked beans are placed on a stone mill, fresh soy milk can be ground. Soy milk only needs to be marinated with gypsum to make delicious tofu, and tofu was in great demand in the ancient market. Tofu is also called "vegetarian meat". Generally, poor people who cannot afford meat will buy a few catties of tofu to beat their teeth.

Tofu has been made, and if it is further extended, it can also make tofu curd, tofu nao and other delicacies.

It can be said that it has completely opened up a road of gourmet food.

"This, how can this be made?"

Although Luo Laoqi didn't know what this prescription meant, he still felt uneasy. He and Mr. Ye had nothing to do with each other, so how could he take advantage of others casually?

"Why not? Seventh Uncle gave me a piece of cake just now because he had a happy chat. Could it be that Ye Mou is happy, why can't he give Seventh Uncle a recipe? Accept it, and when you make soy milk, Ye Mou I will come here every day, to be honest, I am looking forward to it!"

Ye Yuan smiled and said something 0.0.

Without waiting for Luo Laoqi to refuse, he went back with the bean cake.

This matter is a trivial matter to him, but it can change a family, so it is not a trivial matter.

Ye Yuan is really looking forward to it in his heart. He is a lover of soy products. If Luo Laoqi can do it well, then he will be lucky.

Back home, Little White Fox and Zhuang Yan had finished their study.

After a simple breakfast, we will start today's class.

But Zhuang Yan mentioned one thing.

"Mr. Ye, Hu Qianli taught me "Thousand Characters"."

Ye Yuan didn't take it seriously and said.

"It's not a big deal, you can learn it."

But Zhuang Yan scratched his head and said.

"But I wrote it on paper, and my father saw it. Under pressure, I could only say that it was done by my husband... My father was very happy at the time, saying that he was coming to settle accounts with Mr. after school today. .”

Settle accounts?

Ye Yuan was startled, then smiled.

"It's not a big deal."

Seeing Zhuang Yan, she felt relieved.

In the evening, Zhuang Mochen really rushed to fight excitedly.

"Mr. Ye, you have done such a big thing at home, and you have hidden Zhuang so badly!".