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 pudding."
If you just arrived in a small town and asked the residents what is the best food in the town, the residents would blurt out without even thinking about it: "Laomo's tofu pudding."
If you ask the residents in the city what the happiest thing is in this small town, I am 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 scenic spots in this small town, but you will definitely remember Lao Mo’s tofu. If you can eat Lao Mo’s tofu Flowers, I'm afraid you will never forget them in your lifetime, provided of course that you can buy them.
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 has only one impression of Lao Mo - tofu pudding.
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 last name, 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.
"Lao Mo's Tofu Pudding." When Li Qiye walked into this small town, he couldn't help but reveal a faint smile.
"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 suddenly became energetic.
"Here comes Lao Mo -" Someone shouted, and the surrounding area of Stone Street suddenly burst into cheers, including the laughter of children, the shouts of little girls, and the sound of bowls pinging.
Amid a burst of laughter from the old and young, a long queue had already formed beside Shijie.
Amidst the creaking of carrying poles, an old man was seen carrying two forest 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 bowl of the little girl at the front. The little girl stuffed the copper plate into the cloth bag around Lao Mo's waist and left happily holding the 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, many people in the team stretched their necks long and stared directly at the tofu cakes in the barrel. Everyone was afraid that the tofu cakes would bottom out and there would be no more when it was 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." Then he took three steps with the barrel. Shake, walk slowly back.
Looking at Lao Mo, Li Qiye couldn't help but smile. He also followed Lao Mo leisurely and leisurely.
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 old it was. Even the door threshold has been dented by stepping on it. 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 picked the soybeans in handfuls under the sun, very seriously and meticulously. 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 against the old locust tree in the courtyard and watched Lao Mo picking soybeans one by one. Li Qiye did not bother 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 going on?"
Li Qiye smiled faintly and said slowly: "I just came to see you, to see the world, to see the world."
"My old man, what's so good about my broken body?" Lao Mo said with a smile and shook his head.
"Everything has a 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. Huaji, there are all roads, and when you reach the end of each road..."
"...What you see is not a mystery. What you see is a persevering Taoist heart. How many people can understand this truth." Speaking of this, Li Qiye sighed softly. A sound.
Hearing Li Qiye's words, Lao Mo looked surprised and 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, coming from a far away place." Li Qiye smiled, walked closer, and blew a breath on the bean clothes 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 is no need to be so polite." Li Qiye smiled and said: "Although you and I are different, we are from the same origin after all. There are few people in the entire 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. However, 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.
Not long after, the bowl of hot tofu curd was also bottomed out. Li Qiye was satisfied, wiped his mouth and said: "The most common food in the world, from your hands, has become a delicacy in the world. In the end, it’s still a matter of intention, and if you have intention, you will always turn decay into magic.”
I envy my classmates who can go out and play during National Day. Xiao Sheng still stays at home and codes on National Day. My balls hurt and writing a book is not easy. Please vote for "Emperor" with your monthly votes.
