The eldest sister-in-law became rich by farming in the mountains

Even if we go to the Feng family to discuss cooperation, we shouldn't bring the whole family out, and carry a carrying pole and a pestle.

Everyone stopped in their tracks when they heard the voice. Xu Yingtao called someone sweetly and shared the good news with a smile: "Grandpa, the Feng family is willing to cooperate."

Village Chief Zheng was overjoyed, but he looked at his two sons suspiciously and asked hesitantly, "Did you defeat Feng Mazi?"

Everyone burst out laughing.

After a while, Village Chief Zheng forced the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law to stay at home for lunch, under the pretext of discussing the unfinished details from yesterday. He also called the eldest grandson over and instructed, "Go and call your brother Xiaobai and sister A Li as well, and tell them that they will have lunch at our house at noon."

Xu Yingtao knew that it would be hard to refuse this meal, so she also instructed: "Then I'll have to trouble Ping'er, and ask Xiaobai to bring the braised pig's trotters I have on the stove, as well as my mother's medicine."

Zheng Ping agreed and ran out of his yard like the wind.

The chat lasted for two hours.

It also made the old village chief, who was in his fifties, completely convinced by a fifteen-year-old girl.

As soon as Xu Yingtao's family left, Village Chief Zheng excitedly grabbed his wife's hand and said, "Old lady, our village is about to be transformed!"

The two had only held hands when they got married. Now, decades later, when they held hands again, Mrs. Zhou instantly got goose bumps all over her body.

She pulled her hand back and said unhappily, "You are old, but you are still so dishonest!"

After saying that, I couldn't help laughing.

The next day.

The morning mist was thick, the mountains and forests were looming, and the sun had not yet risen.

At this time, Xu Yingtao was already busy.

She had an apron made of rags tied around her waist, which was stained with bean dregs, and was cooking soy milk by the stove.

The soy milk was ground by the two sisters-in-law of the Zheng family at the village mill and sent to them.

Mrs. Zhou and Mrs. Jiang were responsible for filtering the bean dregs in the yard, while Xie Bai and Xie Li would carry the filtered soy milk to the kitchen. At this time, the two of them had already carried in three large buckets.

In the bubbling pot, the milky white and mellow soy milk is emitting a rich soy aroma under the catalysis of heat.

Xu Yingtao served each person a large bowl and left it to dry, and the pot of soy milk was almost empty.

After the other pot of soy milk boiled, she took out the gourd that Feng Xing gave her yesterday, unplugged it, poured in an appropriate amount of brine, and then stirred it gently with a wooden spoon to ensure that the soy milk and brine were fully mixed.

After a while, the soy milk began to solidify and formed loose and tender white tofu pudding.

Xu Yingtao deftly poured the tofu pudding into the grid of the wooden box, gently wrapped it with gauze, and then pressed it with a heavy object.

The process of making thousand sheets is almost the same as that of making tofu, except that there is no need to put the tofu pudding into a container at the end. Instead, it is spread evenly layer by layer on gauze and then pressed with heavy objects to squeeze out the moisture.

The method of making oily bean curd skin is even simpler. Bring the filtered soy milk to a boil and then turn to low heat. A thin film will form on the surface of the soy milk. Use chopsticks to gently pick up the film from the bottom. After drying, it becomes oily bean curd skin.

Xu Yingtao counted and found that about thirty pieces could be scooped out of a pot of soy milk, and after that they could no longer solidify.

The two families worked for more than an hour and consumed more than ten pounds of beans. In the end, they got three plates of tofu, three pounds of dried tofu, two pounds of bean curd sheets, and more than a hundred palm-sized bean curd skins.

"It actually worked!" Little Zhou looked at the fruits of her labor in front of her excitedly, all the fatigue caused by grinding beans continuously gone.

Ever since she and Zhao learned last night that they would have to help make tofu this morning, the two sisters-in-law were so excited that they almost lost sleep. From what her mother-in-law said, Xu Yingtao planned to teach them this skill in the future.

As the old saying goes, a craftsman will never starve to death in a famine. If you really master the skill of making tofu, you will never have to worry about starving during a lean period.

While Mrs. Zhou was pleased, she couldn't help but spit and curse Old Man Feng.

"Bah! He is such a lazy guy, a pig who has been reincarnated as a worm. I thought making tofu was so tiring, but it turns out that his wife grinds the beans, his son filters the dregs, his daughter-in-law cooks the soy milk, and he just makes the brine. He complains every day that he is too tired to work and even wants to lie down and be fed..."

Others sighed and lamented that marrying such a lazy man was such bad luck.

Just at this moment, Xie Bai came into the room carrying a clean wooden barrel.

Zhao joked, "Xiaobai, when you get married, don't be like Feng Mazi, understand?"

Xie Bai was startled and suddenly lowered his head.

Zhao couldn't help but continue teasing: "Why are you embarrassed? But do you want to get married?"

That's really not the case.

Xie Bai was just hit by sudden regret and didn't know how to face it for a moment.

Now all the household affairs are handled by the eldest sister-in-law. As the only man in the family, he seems to be no different from the lazy Feng Mazi.

Thinking of this, his fingers unconsciously clenched the handle of the bucket, and self-blame surged into his heart like a tide, almost making him unable to control himself.

Mrs. Zhou slapped Zhao on the back and said, "You are the only one who keeps complaining all day. Why don't you help Yingtao light the fire?"

What Xu Yingtao wanted to make at this time was frying tofu.

Cut the tofu into triangular pieces, fry them in oil until the skin is crispy and golden brown, then mix with various sauces such as sweet and sour, hot and sour, five-spice, garlic, spicy, etc. It tastes crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and every bite is full of juice.

As for bean curd sheets and fried bean curd skin, Xu Yingtao processes and seasons them according to the method of spicy strips, which is spicy, fresh and fragrant with a long aftertaste.

"It's so delicious! How can it be so delicious!" Zhao was crying because of the spiciness, but she was reluctant to stop.

Little Zhou was always more stable than her younger brothers and sisters, but she avoided Mrs. Zhou at this moment and whispered to Xu Yingtao, "Yingtao, I'm being shameless for once. Can I bring some spicy noodles and fried tofu home later so that your younger brothers and sisters can have a taste?"

Those condiments are not cheap, and she had prepared herself mentally for a long time before she could ask for them.

Xu Yingtao smiled and said, "Aunt, even if you don't ask, I will let you take some away. After helping for so long, it's unreasonable to go home empty-handed. Besides, I want the grandfathers and uncles to check it. If even the men like it, then this deal can be done."

"It will work, it will definitely work!" Little Zhou was very confident, "There is nothing better than these fried tofu and spicy strips. They are perfect for the gentlemen in the city to eat with their wine!"

Xu Yingtao naturally knew that it could succeed.

Even modern people can conquer the snack of spicy strips, let alone the ancients who have had a single taste for a long time.

After all the soy products were prepared, Xu Yingtao sliced and mixed the green jelly that she had made early in the morning, and filled it into four buckets, which were then carried to the dam by the Zheng family to dry in the sun.

At this time, under the yellow poplar tree on the dam, Village Chief Zheng struck the gong again.

The dense sound of gongs echoed throughout the entire village, making every household's heart hang in their throat.

"We just paid the tax, why is the village chief beating the gong again?"

"Could it be that the damn imperial court is asking us to pay taxes again?"

"Let's go and see together!"