Chapter 65: Making Tofu on a Snowy Day, the Tofu is as White as Snow
Luo Feifei had only acquired this divination skill not long ago. About a few months ago, she started having nightmares.
These nightmares only consisted of a few fragments, each lasting no longer than a minute, but they always appeared frequently in her dreams.
What surprised her was that the scenes were exactly the same every time, and when she had these dreams, the sense of reality, the feeling of her body being torn apart, the feeling of her body exploding, was as if she were there in person. It was as if it was really happening.
Every time Luo Feifei woke up from a nightmare, she was sweating profusely, her whole body was wet. She couldn't help but wonder in her heart: "Is this the future? Or is it my past life?"
After the first nightmare, a divination technique suddenly appeared in her mind. She sometimes wondered if it was the "self" in the dream who had traveled across time and space to send it to her.
This incident was so unbelievable that she didn't tell anyone except her mother.
Because she was too young, her mother not only took care of her daily life, but also served as her agent. However, her mother didn't believe it at all and just thought that she was under a lot of pressure from work and study, so she took her on a trip to relax.
Luo Feifei never told her mother about this again.
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This time, the extremely heavy snow came suddenly and the South had no experience in resisting the cold, so it caused disasters in many places. The news said that many elderly people and cattle and sheep had died.
In Li Xiang's hometown, the county leader was very angry because someone told the leader that Li Xiang had issued a warning but was rejected and reprimanded.
The big boss scolded the personnel from the Meteorological Bureau, the Disaster Reduction Office and the relevant department who warned Li Xiang.
"What do you do for a living? You are not even as good as the young people and non-professionals. You should learn from them with an open mind when you have the chance."
The people below were speechless, thinking that it was not our fault. There are so many provinces in the south, but none of them can make accurate predictions. We are just a small county, so it is understandable that our level is limited.
It's so unfair.
Someone mustered up the courage to say, "Maybe Li Xiang was just guessing and exaggerating, and he just happened to run into him."
Then someone agreed: "Yes, if he is really capable, let's try predicting one next time."
The leader was silent for a moment, then nodded. This was indeed true. One time really couldn't explain the problem.
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Unfortunately, what they didn’t know was that Li Xiang decided not to give warnings easily anymore. Why bother himself with trouble?
If there are any important events, at most they are discussed privately in the fan group.
At this moment, Li Xiang was grinding beans at home. He was going to make tofu.
It's snowing and I'm free, so I make some tofu. Firstly, I can eat it myself, and secondly, I can record a video to earn some traffic and tips.
After being soaked overnight and fully absorbing water, the soybeans become plump and soft. Li Xiang's family has a "plate" of stone mill, which was bought by his grandparents when they were young. It is an old item and is rarely used by ordinary families nowadays because it is too difficult to use and inefficient.
Grinding soy milk is naturally a wet grinding method. A bucket of soaked soybeans are scooped up together with water and slowly "fed" into the grinding eye, and then slowly come out from the bottom. It usually takes forty to fifty minutes to grind it well.
Li Xiang soaked ten kilograms of dried beans this time. His grandmother said that it could produce about 20-40 kilograms of firm tofu, or 45-60 kilograms of tender tofu.
Making tofu is a technical job and also a physical job. Grandma, Sanpo, and Caier all came to help. Caier was in charge of filming.
Cai'er came to help after finishing two test papers early in the morning. There were a few questions in the test paper that she didn't know how to answer, so Li Xiang explained them to her in a simple and easy-to-understand way, which made her feel like she had suddenly understood something.
In fact, Li Xiang felt that he was not so good even when he was in high school. The main reason was that he was now a first-level extraordinary person with a clear mind and strong spirituality, so solving the questions felt easy.
He felt that if he took the college entrance examination now, he would definitely be admitted to Tsinghua University or Peking University. However, the end of the world was approaching, and he could not go back to school at such an old age.
The ground soy milk needs to be filtered. Li Xiang’s family uses a large filter bag made of multiple layers of cotton yarn. It is very sturdy, has four “ears”, and a matching wooden “cross”.
Hang the wooden rack on the beam with a rope and adjust it to the appropriate height. Then shake the filter bag open, hang the four "ears" on the four ends of the rack, and connect a large wooden basin underneath. You can then use a ladle to add soy milk into the filter bag.
The wooden basin is quite large. In ancient times, when people abandoned babies, such as Tang Seng's mother, they would put Tang Seng in such a large wooden basin and push him into the river to float downstream. This basin is good, but it is a bit heavy. However, it has strong buoyancy and can hold a child in the river, so it is also called a "river basin".
Tang Monk's name is Jiang Liuer.
Making tofu or boiling malt sugar both require filtering, and the amount is not small, so every household in the countryside used to have to have this kind of large filter bag and large wooden basin, and they would take them out and use them several times during the Chinese New Year.
Grandma and grandma-in-law said that it feels like Chinese New Year now, and it’s nice to have the house so lively and bustling.
After filtering the soy milk, transfer it to a large iron pot and boil it over high heat. At this time, the soy milk can be scooped up and drunk.
Li Xiang made a portion of sweet soy milk for his grandmother, third grandmother, Jiang Caier and himself. The soy milk ground at home had a strong bean flavor and a very delicate taste.
It's snowing outside, but drinking a bowl of hot soy milk right out of the pot in the newly built kitchen will warm you up.
The reason for drinking sweet drinks is, well, to add a little sweetness to life.
People feel happy when they eat sweet things.
Continue to cook the remaining soy milk. When it is almost concentrated, you can transfer it back to the previous "river basin" and start "making tofu".
In rural areas, this "concentrate" does not have any solid content measurement, and there are no technical indicators. It all depends on the experience of the chef.
Grandma and the third grandma are both experienced, Li Xiang is a little behind, but after learning from them this time, he will be able to do it on his own next time. It can be regarded as a kind of inheritance of traditional folk culture.
Learning to make tofu in the underground world without sunlight is also a way to find joy in suffering. Although the world is difficult, we should always face it with optimism.
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