My best friend is living a famine-stricken life; you're going crazy, I'm farming.

Winter has arrived before we knew it.

The temperature at the mountaintop drops faster than the temperature at the foot of the mountain.

When the north wind blows, everyone's newly made cotton-padded coats are welded to their bodies and can't be taken off.

The drafty wooden house gets complained about several times a day.

Xu Dazhu then took the lead, tying the previously dried thatch into sheets and then tying them to the roof.

Xiao Ning said, "That's great, the house is also covered with thick clothes now."

Yang Fenglan was amused by her, "Yes, if the house is covered in thick clothes, it won't be cold, and then we inside the house won't be cold either."

There was food, vegetables, and cotton-padded clothes, but Yang Fenglan still felt that something was missing.

That morning, everyone was eating steaming hot noodles.

Xiao Ning suddenly said, "Daddy, I haven't pooped for three days."

Immediately, everyone came out of the dining room with their bowls and squatted down at the door to eat.

Yang Fenglan finally realized what was missing.

It's been a long time since I've had fresh vegetables.

So she took out the soybeans she had recently harvested and started sprouting them.

Then he led the children to turn over the soil and sow the cabbage seeds that hadn't been planted before.

It's not winter cabbage, but it can still sprout, though it won't grow very well.

The scallions were shared, but there were always some in the field. We picked too many garlic sprouts, and the ones that grew out were very thin, so we just kept them for seed and let them grow freely.

I bought a lot of soybeans before, and I've bought some more. I still have a sack and a half left. I'll probably get tired of eating them after sprouting them.

Looking at the soybeans, Yang Fenglan suddenly exclaimed, "I really want to eat tofu!"

Xu Yingying: "I want to eat too, drink soy milk, and eat sweet tofu pudding..."

"It's a pity there's no stone mill, so we can't make tofu."

In Qingshui Village, only two or three families have stone mills. If they want to grind flour, they can pay one or two coins to borrow the stone mill in the village.

Stone mills were hard to come by, so Yang Fenglan stored grain that had already been ground.

"Want a stone mill?" Xiao Yuanshan asked casually.

"That's all we can do now. We'll just have to stick to eating bean sprouts," Yang Fenglan said.

Two days later, Xiao Yuanshan carried two large rocks up the cliff, went into the house, found some tools, and started examining them with clanging and banging.

The crisp sound became a beautiful melody on the mountaintop.

Two days later, a small stone mill, about the size of a bamboo basket, began to take shape.

Yang Fenglan's perception of this man was once again refreshed: "I never expected you could actually make a stone mill!"

"As a man, you have to learn a few skills to support your family." Xiao Yuanshan was covered in gray sand and dust. He casually brushed it off and washed the stone mill clean with water.

Because it was for personal use on the mountain, the edges weren't properly finished, making it look somewhat clumsy.

"Try it and see if it works," Xiao Yuanshan said to Yang Fenglan.

Yang Fenglan immediately soaked two jin of soybeans.

The next day, after washing up, I started grinding soybeans.

The children found it fascinating and all crowded around to help, so Yang Fenglan wasn't too tired.

I wanted to make soy milk, so I ground the tofu five times until it was very fine.

Only then was it poured into the pot to cook.

After cooking, Yang Fenglan filtered out the residue with cheesecloth, kept a large bowl of soy milk, added a few rock sugar pieces, and distributed it to the children.

"Oh dear, we don't have the gypsum for making tofu." Lin Cuiniang suddenly remembered the most important thing.

“Don’t we have sour soup? We can also use sour soup to curdle tofu,” Yang Fenglan said, scooping a bowl of sour soup from the sauerkraut jar.

This pickled cabbage was made at the foot of the mountain, and after soaking for so long, the sour soup flavor is already very strong.

"You can even order it with sour soup?" Lin Cuiniang was seeing this for the first time, and she stood by, watching Yang Fenglan's actions intently.

Pour the sour soup into the soy milk and stir clockwise until white lumps appear.

After letting it sit for a while, the tender tofu pudding is ready.

The tofu I made myself from soybeans has a richer flavor than the tofu sold in the market in my previous life.

"It's finally done! Everyone's been waiting for this." Xu Dazhu rubbed his empty stomach as he entered the kitchen.

Lin Cuiniang scolded him for a while, "You lazy bum, why aren't you going to take the steamer out of the pot?"