"The clan leader decided..."

"Oh! That's right, that's not my etiquette. From today on, this rule is invalid."

"But……"

"No buts, go home."

Qiu Dingxiang actually thought that now that Qiu Yantang is the patriarch, it would be right to listen to her!

When they reached the gate, Qiu Yantang quickly called out to him, "Dingxiang, I made some tofu myself. Ask Guangdong to come over and get a plate, and you old folks... can share it among them."

"Ah! Thank you, little aunt. This tofu is so tender. After Qiuhua died, there was no one in the village who made tofu. She was a capable person. She could make tofu, butcher pigs and sheep, and prepare banquets. What a pity..."

He died before he was thirty, leaving no children and no one to inherit his skills.

"Go back."

Seeing him walking happily, his legs and feet seem to be in good condition...

Qiu Yantang doesn't owe anyone a favor, so tofu is worth beans.

As for her, she'd just eat spicy tofu in the evening.

There is still a small piece of pork in the space, enough for making minced meat.

She doesn’t have any bean paste, so she’ll borrow some from Manzhi later.

Replace it with tofu.

She put the remaining tofu in her space and took out a piece whenever she wanted to eat it.

Qiuhua, check tonight to see if she has been reincarnated. If not, it would be nice to cook for her and clean the house!

Qiu Yantang has plenty of... ghost money!

"Manzhi, do you have bean paste?"

Qiu Yantang stood beside the courtyard wall of Qiu Manzhi's house, but did not go in. He stretched his neck and shouted inside.

Qiu Manzhi was startled when she saw Qiu Yantang's little head.

"Little ancestor, I have some bean paste at home. Come in quickly. It's scary if you just stand there with your head exposed."

Qiu Manzhi patted her relatively plump chest.

She was malnourished at that time, and it was difficult for her to support these two rich people with her thin body.

Looking at the startled Qiu Manzhi, Qiu Yantang said seriously, "Manzhi, don't think about ghosts or monsters. We have to believe in science. But you have to think positively about everything, so that your own magnetic field will be good."

Cause and effect do exist. The happier you are, the more happy things will come to you.

If you have a sad face every day, you won’t know what you will attract. It’s just to avoid bad luck!

Good ones come over here, bad ones go away.

At this time, Qiu Manzhi took out a pen and paper from his pocket and began to write.

"What to write?"

Qiu Yantang's voice rang in Qiu Manyi's ears.

"ah……"

Qiu Manzhi glanced at the tightly closed door and asked, "Little Ancestor, how did you get in so quickly?"

Qiu Yantang pointed at the footprints on the wall and said, "Jumping in can save a few steps. What are you writing?"

"The elders said that we must remember our young master's words. I'm afraid I'll forget, so I'm writing them down with a pen," Qiu Manzhi wrote carefully, word by word. "Wait a moment, young master. I'll get you some fermented black bean paste when I'm done."

Qiu Yantang looked at this with a frown on his face. It was unnecessary.

After Qiu Manzhi finished writing, he gave her a bottle of about one pound of bean paste. It was quite good. I could smell the rich aroma of the paste through the bottle.

After returning home, the first thing Qiu Yantang did was to cook some rice.

Then he took out a piece of tofu and cut it into small cubes. The pork, which weighed about one or two ounces, was also cut into minced meat.

The bean paste is also chopped finely with a knife, which makes it taste better.

She took out a handful of peppercorns, fried them in a pan until dry and fragrant, then poured them out and crushed them with a rolling pin.

Add water and some salt to the pot. Adding salt can make the tofu tougher and not easy to break when stewing.

Pour the tofu in, wait for the water to boil, and cook for another minute before pouring it out.

Heat oil in a pan, first fry the minced meat, then add two spoons of bean paste and stir-fry until the oil turns red, add some light soy sauce, then pour the tofu in, add water, and then add some oyster sauce.

Doubanjiang and light soy sauce are salty in themselves, so there is no need to add salt, as it will be too salty if you add more salt.

When there was not much soup left, Qiu Yantang added some water starch to thicken it, adding a little at a time, three times in total, so that the juice could be evenly coated on each piece of tofu.

When it’s almost time to serve, sprinkle the crushed peppercorns and chopped green onions on top.

Smells so good!

The rice was cooked, and she couldn't wait to serve herself a bowl.

Mmm! The aroma of Northeastern rice! That’s the smell!

She picked up a piece of tofu and placed it on the rice. She took a bite of the tofu with rice. It was so soft, tender, salty and fragrant that Qiu Yantang almost cried.

One person couldn't help it and drank two bowls of rice!

After eating, I collapsed comfortably in the chair.

As night fell, Qiu Yantang calculated and realized that Qiu Hua hadn't been reincarnated yet.

I don’t know if hiring a ghost to cook and wash for you in the 1960s could be considered capitalism.

Arriving at the cemetery, Qiu Yantang thought about how he had been away from home for so many years and didn't recognize Qiu Hua. It was so late, and he was afraid of disturbing the rest of the people and ghosts...

"Qiuhua...Qiuhua...Qiuhua..." Qiu Yantang called in a low voice.

After a few calls, a woman in her twenties emerged from the woods. She was a little thin, with her hair tied up and a pale face.

"Little ancestor, I'm here, please don't scream, it's scary."

If that scream is accompanied by horror music, it will definitely be soul-calling.

"Qiuhua?"

"Why!"

"Why didn't you reincarnate?"

Qiuhua quickly wiped out a space on her grave with her clothes for Qiu Yantang to sit on. Qiu Yantang did not despise her and did not argue with her. She just sat down.

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