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Text Chapter 2048 Lao Mo¡¯s Tofu Pudding

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    The small town is not big, but it is very simple. It is made of rocks and the streets are paved with pieces of granite.  I don¡¯t know how long it has been since this small city was established. I saw pits on the city walls, arrow holes and gun pits on the city stones, and gaps left by siege weapons.  As time goes by, generations change, and people come and go, the small town has witnessed one era after another. The streets paved with granite have been trampled by pedestrians and have lost their edges and corners, becoming very rounded. Some stone streets have even been polished until they shine.  The small town is small, simple and elegant, with small bridges, flowing water, and old houses and ancient corridors. It is a very leisurely small place. The residents living here live a leisurely and peaceful life, because the population of the small town is not large.  So most of the neighbors know each other.  If you have just arrived in a small town and you ask the residents in the city what is the most famous thing in the city, the residents in the city will blurt out without even thinking about it: "Laomo's tofu curd."  Go to a small town and ask the residents in the city what the most delicious food in the town is. The residents in the city will blurt out without even thinking about it: "Laomo's tofu curd." If you ask the residents in the city again, what is the best food in the town?  What is the happiest thing in this small town? I'm afraid the residents will still blurt out without even thinking about it: "Queue up to buy Laomo's Tofu Pudding." When you come to such a small town, you may not be able to remember the name of this small town, or you may not be able to remember the name of this small town.  I can¡¯t remember any scenic spots in this small town, but you can definitely remember Laomo¡¯s tofu pudding. If you can eat Laomo¡¯s tofu pudding, I¡¯m afraid you will never forget it in your life. Of course, you must be able to buy it.  "What kind of person Lao Mo is, the residents in the city can't tell, even the oldest old man in the city can't tell. Everyone only has one impression of Lao Mo: Tofuhua. ?? Tofu pudding is the image of Lao Mo. When people talk about Lao Mo, they will think of tofu pudding, and when they talk about tofu pudding, they will think of Lao Mo.  As for Lao Mo¡¯s surname, where he comes from, and what kind of person he is, no one in the city can tell, because no one can remember what kind of person Lao Mo is. Everyone only remembers  Apart from Lao Mo¡¯s tofu pudding, I don¡¯t remember anything else.  "Laomo's tofu curd." When Li Qiye walked into this small town, he couldn't help but smile slightly.  "Squeak, squeak, squeak" At this moment, the sound of squeaking poles was heard in the alley of a stone street. Upon hearing the sound of such carrying poles, the neighbors on both sides suddenly became energetic.  "Here comes Lao Mo." Someone yelled, and the surrounding area of ??Stone Street suddenly burst into uproar, with the laughter of children, the shouts of little girls, and the sound of bowls pinging.  Amid a burst of laughter from old and young alike, a long queue had already formed beside Stone Street.  Amidst the creaking of the poles, an old man came carrying two barrels. The old man had an old face with Chinese characters, and his face was covered with wrinkles. The years have left indelible marks on his face.  The old man was wearing a ge-shirt with a towel draped over his shoulders. Even though he was carrying two full buckets of tofu curd on his shoulders, he still walked as fast as flying, looking extraordinarily strong and vigorous, giving people a feeling of getting stronger with age.  When he walked to the team, Hao Mo put down the burden on his shoulders, arranged the barrels, held a wooden spoon in his hand, lifted up the gauze covering the barrels, shouted and said: "Open the barrels, hurry up and line up."  ¡± Lao Mo¡¯s movements are all done in one go, like flowing clouds and flowing water. Every movement is appropriate and precise.  Lao Mo scooped up a spoonful of tofu pudding and put it into the little girl's bowl at the front. The little girl stuffed the copper plate into the cloth around Lao Mo's waist and left happily holding a full tofu pudding.  "Lao Mo, I'll have a bowl too. I queued up yesterday and couldn't buy any." Countless people in the queue swallowed their saliva while looking at the white tofu pudding, especially smelling the refreshing bean aroma.  It makes people salivate even more.  Therefore, there are countless people in the team who stretch their necks long and stare directly at the tofu pudding in the barrel. Everyone is afraid that the tofu pudding will bottom out and there will be no more when it is their turn.  But the two buckets of tofu pudding soon bottomed out. After Lao Mo sold the last spoonful of tofu pudding, he patted the cloth jacket around his waist and heard the clanking of the copper plates inside. He also  Without counting, he said with a smile: "The tofu puddings are sold, see you tomorrow." After saying that, he put away the things.  "Hey, Lao Mo, you make two buckets a day. The neighbors are very angry. Aren't you trying to make us happy? According to the opinions of the neighbors, you have to make four buckets a day." Neighbors who did not buy tofu pudding  He said without complaining.  But Lao Mo just smiled and didn't answer the neighbors' complaints. After packing his things, he put the burden on his shoulders and shouted, "Let's go."Holding the barrel, he took three steps and one step, and walked back slowly.  Looking at Lao Mo, Li Qiye couldn't help but smile. He was also walking leisurely behind Lao Mo.  As for the neighbors who didn¡¯t buy tofu pudding, they could only complain a few times and then dispersed.  Because Lao Mo has been selling tofu pudding here for decades, no matter how bad the weather, and it is neither more nor less. There are only two barrels a day. Neighbors who don't buy it can only do it because they have to wait until tomorrow.  The place where Lao Mo lives is only one street away from the place where he sells tofu pudding. Lao Mo lives in a small courtyard. The courtyard is not big, but it is a courtyard with a small earthen wall surrounding it.  .  The yard is very old. I don¡¯t know how many years it was built. Even the door threshold has been stepped on and dented.  After Lao Mo returned home, he put down the barrel, stretched, then took out a large basket of soybeans, grabbed a handful, and slowly began to select them in the sun.  In the words of Lao Mo, whether the tofu curd is delicious or not, the quality of the soybeans is very important, so Lao Mo¡¯s tofu curd is made from strong and plump soybeans, and each soybean  He selected them all with his own hands. He not only picked out the shriveled and damaged soybeans, but also peeled off the remaining bean clothing.  Lao Mo was picking soybeans in handfuls under the sun. He was very serious and meticulous. Even if the soybean had a small bug eye, he would pick it out.  Lao Mo was choosing soybeans and concentrating his concentration. At this moment, he seemed to have forgotten the whole world. In his eyes, there were only those soybeans. Apart from these soybeans, there was nothing else in the world.  Things can get into his eyes.  After Li Qiye followed him in, he leaned on the old locust tree in the courtyard and watched Lao Mo picking soybeans one by one. Li Qiye did not disturb him, but just looked at him quietly.  When the sun turned to the west, Lao Mo finally finished picking out all the soybeans in his large basket. He stretched, squinted his old eyes, looked at Li Qiye, and said: "This little brother, what do you have?  What's the matter?" Li Qiye smiled faintly and said slowly: "I just came to see you, to see the world, to see the world." "What's so good about my broken body?  "Lao Mo smiled and shook his head and said.  "Everything has its own way." Li Qiye said with emotion: "It just depends on whether you can put your mind into it. As long as you put your mind into it, you can sell tofu cakes, weave straw mats, or bake a cake."  Transforming into a chicken, there are all avenues. When you reach the end of each avenue" "What you see is not a mystery, what you see is a perseverance.  Dao Xin, how many people can understand this?" At this point, Li Qiye sighed softly.  Hearing Li Qiye's words, Lao Mo looked surprised, even a bit solemn. He hugged his fists towards Li Qiye and said, "I don't know where my fellow Taoist comes from." "I'm just a passerby in this world, from  A far away place." Li Qiye smiled, walked closer, and blew on Douyi on the ground.  Just hearing the sound of "peng", all the bean clothes danced and floated in the air. In the blink of an eye, these bean clothes turned into a crow. The crow spread its wings and flew around Lao Mo's head.  Finally, when I heard the sound of "Peng", the crow fell to the ground, and it was still just pieces of bean clothing floating on the ground.  Seeing such a crow, Lao Mo's body trembled, his face changed, and he came back to his senses for a moment. He bowed deeply to Li Qiye and said: "It turns out that the Holy Master is coming, and I am not greeted from afar.  "Forgive me." "There's no need to be so polite." Li Qiye smiled and said, "Although you and I are of the same origin, there are few people in the Thirteen Continents who can be like you."  "The Holy Master is overly praised. Please invite the Holy Master inside." Lao Mo smiled and invited Li Qiye into the room.  Sitting in the hall of the house, Li Qiye just took a look. The house was very simple. Apart from the tables and chairs, there was nothing else, but the whole house was cleaned spotlessly.  "If there is any purpose for me to come here, then well, you are the best at making tofu curd in this life, and I also want to eat a bowl of tofu curd." Li Qiye said with a smile after sitting down.  "The Holy Master came at the right time, and I happened to have a bowl." Lao Mo also smiled and said calmly.  After a while, Lao Mo brought out a bowl of steaming tofu pudding and placed it in front of Li Qiye's table. Li Qiye was not polite, picked up the spoon and drank it one by one, eating and drinking slowly with each mouthful, with an expression of great enjoyment.  It was as if what he was eating was immortal jelly.  Soon after, the bottom of the bowl of hot tofu curd was also bottomed out, Li ?Satisfied, he wiped his mouth and said: "The most common food in the world comes from your hands, but it has become a delicacy in the world. In the end, it is still a matter of intention. If there is intention, it will always turn into something delicious."  Decay becomes magic. " I envy my classmates who can go out to play during the National Day. Xiao Sheng still stays at home and writes. It hurts and writing a book is not easy. Please vote for "Empire" (To be continued.)
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