59 years after its opening, people are still in Nanluoguxiang.

Wrap the tofu, press it with a wooden board, and put a few stones on it, and it's basically done. All that's left is to wait for 1-2 hours, the later the better.

At night, cut the tofu and soak it in water.

Chen Feng took out a bottle of fructose and placed it on the stool. The tofu was pressed down by the dining table, so he could only put it on the stool.

"One bowl, one spoonful of sugar. Don't put too much. It's too sweet and not tasty."

"Uh-huh!"

The three of them nodded together.

Then, Chen Feng handed a bowl to Zhou Qing.

Hu Bayi added a spoonful.

Chen Hao added one and a half spoonfuls.

Chen Li added two spoonfuls, tasted it, smacked her lips, and added another half spoonful.

See if she wants to add more.

Chen Hao quickly stopped her and said, "Little sister, you need to stir it so that the sugar will dissolve and it will be sweet."

"It will break if you stir it." Chen Li said confidently, "I don't want to eat the broken ones."

"Then wait a moment and the sugar will melt." Chen Feng put the fructose away.

"Big Pot, I like to eat tofu. How about we make tofu every day?" Chen Li took a sip and found it a little sweet. She immediately smiled.

She poured two and a half spoonfuls of sugar and evenly spread it on the surface of the tofu.

"Don't eat too much sweet food, otherwise, you will be like Zhang Cuihua." Chen Feng smiled and took a sip of tofu pudding.

"Who is Zhang Cuihua?" Chen Li asked.

"Bang Geng's grandmother." Chen Hao answered on behalf of his eldest brother.

"Ah?" Chen Li said in horror: "Brother, will eating tofu pudding make you older?"

She looked at the sweet tofu in the bowl, afraid that it would get old, but she couldn't bear to throw it away.

"If you eat too much, you'll get old. If you eat a little, it'll be fine." Chen Feng comforted him, "You can't eat a lot of sugar every day, understand?"

"Is it okay to eat three bowls?" Chen Li asked with eyes wide open.

Chen Feng's face turned dark and he glared at Chen Hao.

"Did you tell her the story of Wu Song fighting the tiger?"

How could the little girl eat three bowls? She would be full after one and a half bowls at most.

Chen Hao said awkwardly, "Brother, my little sister asked me about it herself with the comic book, so I told her."

"I'm telling you, children can't read Water Margin. If you buy it secretly again, I'll beat you up!" Chen Feng raised his fist as big as a casserole threateningly.

"Yes, I know I was wrong and I won't buy it again." Chen Hao said with his head shrugged.

If Chen Feng said he would beat him, he would definitely beat him and he never told lies.

The main character is an "honest young man".

"Hehe." The person involved had no awareness that he was being tricked and kept laughing beside him.

After eating a bowl of tofu pudding, the three children continued to play.

Chen Feng followed the old man to edit books.

After pressing for half an hour, the old lady cut some tofu.

This part of tofu is very tender and not suitable for stir-frying (it breaks easily), but is suitable for steaming meat, stewing cabbage, making omelets, and cooking soup for Zhou Qing to eat.

The remaining tofu that has been pressed for more than an hour is relatively tough and suitable for frying and serving to the family.

The old lady took a knife and cut the tofu into pieces. She gave nine pieces to Sha Zhu and some to the pregnant Ran Qiuye for nourishment. She left some to soak in water and stored the rest in the freezer in the cellar.

Fortunately, Chen Jianguo dug a lot of ice last year, otherwise it would not be enough.

"Chen Hao, give these pieces to Zhuzi and don't let anyone else see them. If Zhang Cuihua asks, say there are books inside." The old lady ordered.

"Okay, I got it, grandma." Chen Hao put the three lunch boxes of tofu into his schoolbag, and then carried the bag to Sha Zhu's house.

Sha Zhu is not at home, but Ran Qiuye and He Yushui are there.

Chen Hao delivered the tofu and took back a bag of dried fish and shrimp from the south with a smile on his face.

Chen Jianjun didn't come back until almost half past six.

At this time, the Chen family had already started eating for half an hour.

But the old lady left some food for him, which was not yet cold.

"I bought several kilograms of spinach, but not many black fungus."

Spinach has a high yield and costs only one cent per pound in the market. In later generations, my country grew 50% of the world's vegetables, and spinach accounted for 90% of the world's total.

However, the current black fungus cultivation technology is still immature.

In 1955, the cultivation of wood ear mushrooms developed in my country mainly relied on the log cultivation method. This method uses wood logs as the basis and is placed in deep mountain valleys for natural growth. The growth environment is equivalent to that of pure wild wood ear mushrooms, and there is not much human intervention in the growth process.

But the production is limited!

In the late 80s, Fujian and Zhejiang provinces first successfully experimented with using bagasse to intercrop black fungus in sugarcane fields, which opened a new chapter in the history of eating black fungus at will in China.

It is thanks to the efforts of these agricultural science and technology personnel that future generations have a wonderful life with abundant food and abundant production.

But for now, just bear with it!

This stuff is expensive and rare!

"It doesn't matter if it's less. Eggs and tofu are the most important." said the old man on the side.

Chen Li was full, but couldn't help but move closer to Chen Jianjun.

My dear dad, we started eating the mutton, taking a bite each.

The next day, before dawn, Chen Feng quietly got up and rode his bicycle up the mountain.

As the saying goes, leave quietly without notifying anyone.

When Chen Li, the Chen family's god of dawn, woke up, she found that her eldest brother was not there and thought that he had gotten up early and went out.

Leaving the city and entering the countryside, the air here in the morning is fresh and natural.

"The air is still fresh now, and there is no smell of dust."

What Chen Feng complained about was the sandstorm, not industrial pollution.

In the face of sandstorms, the industrial pollution in the old city is nothing.

Starting from March every year, sandstorms from the Mongolian Plateau will arrive on a large scale, invading areas such as Sijiu City, causing great trouble.

Even if large-scale afforestation that lasts for decades and brings huge economic benefits is completed in the future, it cannot isolate the sandstorm hazards from Outer Mongolia.

It's a pity that Wu has become the womb of Europe. Outer Mongolia also has similar customs.

(This is a side effect of the diplomatic balancing strategy brought about by the influx of a large number of Korean and Japanese companies)

"Hey, stop!"

We met three people dressed as villagers, pushing a wooden cart. It seemed that they were going into the city early to sell their prey.

After encountering Chen Feng, Mo Ming spoke up to stop him.

Chen Feng stopped the car calmly.

"Is there a problem?"

The middle-aged leader asked, "Which unit are you from? Where are you going so early in the morning?"

As he spoke, two companions surrounded him from both sides.

Chen Feng frowned, knowing that he had walked too much on the mountain road and encountered a human demon.

"Who do you think you are to ask me that?"

I took out my membership card and waved it, not giving them time to see it clearly. They could only see the red book.

"Which unit are you from?"

He doesn't want to cause trouble, but he is not afraid of trouble.

This is a mountainous area, and we can bury the body deep anywhere.

"Comrade, we are from Baishuwan Commune." The middle-aged man didn't see the certificate clearly, but he became even happier.

A simple view tells him that those with ID cards are fat sheep!

Just when the other side thought they had won, two thugs took out daggers and stabbed Chen Feng from the left and right.

Seeing that they were stubborn and refused to change their ways, Chen Feng was too lazy to talk nonsense and simply pulled out his gun and gave each of them a peanut.

By the way, he also had sex with the middle-aged man whose words attracted his attention.

These three people became greedy because they saw that he was alone, riding a bicycle and wearing leather shoes, and there was no one else on the road.

Obviously he is a repeat offender, this is not the first time he has done this!

This kind of thing was very common in poor times.