The small town is not big, but it is very simple. The small town is completely made of rocks, and the streets are paved with blocks of granite. I don't know how many years this small city has been established. I saw that the walls were pits and pits, the rocks were covered with arrow eye gun pits, and there were gaps left by the siege weapon.
Time passed, generations changed, and people came and went. The small town has witnessed one era after another. The streets paved with granite have been stepped on by pedestrians and lost their edges and corners. They are very rounded, and some stone streets have even been polished bright.
The small town is not big, simple and generous, with small bridges and flowing water, as well as old houses and ancient corridors. This is a very leisurely small place. The residents living here live a leisurely and peaceful life, because the population of the small city is not large. So most of the neighbors on the left and right know each other.
If you have just arrived in a small city, and you ask the residents of the city what is the most famous thing in the city, the residents in the city will blurt out, "Lao Mo's tofu flower."
If you just came to the small town and asked the residents in the town what is the best food in the town, the residents in the town would not even think about it, and blurt out, "Lao Mo's tofu flower."
If you ask the residents of the city what is the happiest thing in this small town, they will still not even think about it, and blurt out: “queue to buy old milled tofu flowers.”
When you come to such a small town, you may not remember the name of the town, or the scenic spots in this town, but you can definitely remember Lao Mo's tofu flower, if you can eat Lao Mo's tofu Flowers, I'm afraid you will never forget them in your life, of course, if you can buy them.
What kind of person is Lao Mo? The residents of 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 flower.
Tofu flower is the image of Lao Mo. When everyone talks about Lao Mo, they think of tofu flower, and when they think of Tofu flower, they think of Lao Mo.
As for Lao Mo's surname, where does he come from, and what kind of person he is, no one in the city can tell, because everyone doesn't remember what Lao Mo is like. Everyone only remembers Except for the old tofu flower, I never remember anything else.
"Lao Mo's tofu flower." When Li Qiye walked into this small town, he couldn't help showing a faint smile.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak..." At this moment, a squeaky squeaky pole sounded in a stone street alley. Upon hearing such a squeaky pole, the neighbors on the left and right suddenly became energetic.
"The old mill is coming—" I don't know who screamed, and the surrounding area of Stone Street was suddenly rushed, the children's laughter, the little girl's yelling, and the ping-pong sound of pots and bowls.
Amidst a burst of laughter, there was already a long line up next to Stone Street.
Amid the squeaking of the pole, an old man came carrying two wood buckets. The old man had an old face with Chinese characters, and his face was covered with wrinkles. The years left indelible marks on his face. The old man wore a Geyi suit with a towel on his shoulders, even if he was carrying two buckets of tofu flowers on his shoulders. He walked like flying, looking extra vigorous and vigorous, giving people a sense of being old and strong.
Walking to the front of the team, I lay down the burden on my shoulders, set up the wooden barrel, held the wooden spoon in his hand, lifted the gauze cloth covered on the wooden barrel, yelled, and said, "Open the barrel, quickly line up. "
Lao Mo's these movements are all done in one go, like clouds and flowing water, every movement is suitable and accurate.
Lao Mo scooped up a spoonful of tofu flowers and put them 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 with joy full of tofu flowers.
"Lao Mo, I also came to a bowl. I didn't buy it in the line yesterday." I don't know how many people in the line swallowed while watching the white tofu flowers, especially smelling the refreshing aroma of beans. People can't help but salivate.
Therefore, I don't know how many people in the team stretched their necks long, with their eyes hooking the tofu flowers in the barrel. Everyone was afraid that the tofu flowers would bottom out and they would be gone when it was their turn.
But the two buckets of tofu blossoms quickly bottomed out. After Lao Mo sold the last spoonful of tofu blossoms, he patted the cloth around his waist and heard the clanging of the copper plates inside. Without counting, she said with a smile, "I'll sell the tofu flowers, see you tomorrow." She said and put things away.
"Oh, Lao Mo, you make two barrels a day, and the neighbours have a lot of opinions. Are you not trying to cheer our appetite? According to the neighbours, you have to make four barrels every day." There are no neighbours where you can buy tofu. Can not help but complain.
But Lao Mo just smiled at Mimi, and did not answer the complaints of the neighbours. After he packed his things, he put the load on his shoulders, yelled, and said, "Go." Then he picked up the wooden barrel for three steps. Shake, walk back slowly.
Looking at Lao Mo, Li Qiye couldn't help but smile. He also worked as a car and followed Lao Mo leisurely and contentedly.
As for the neighbours who didn't buy tofu flowers, they could only complain a few words, and then they all dispersed. Because Laomo sells tofu flowers here for decades. The wind and rain remain unchanged, and there are only two barrels a day. If you don't buy the neighborhood, you can only see it early tomorrow.
The place where Lao Mo lives is only a street away from the place where he sells tofu flowers. Lao Mo lives in a small courtyard. The courtyard is not big, but the courtyard is surrounded by small earthen walls. .
The yard is very old, and I don’t know how many years it was built. After Lao Mo returned home, he put down the barrel, stretched his waist, and then carried out a large basket of soybeans, grabbed a handful, and slowly picked it up in the sun.
In the words of the old mill, whether the tofu flower is good or not is delicious, and the quality of the soybeans is very important. Therefore, the old milled tofu flower is made from the strong and full soybeans, and each bean He selected them by himself, not only picking out the shriveled soybeans, but also peeling off the remaining bean coats.
Lao Mo was picking soybeans one by one under the sun, earnestly and meticulously, even if this soybean had a small bug eye, he would pick it out.
Lao Mo chose the soybeans and concentrated his attention. At this moment, he seemed to have forgotten the whole world. In his eyes, there were only the soybeans. Apart from these soybeans, there was nothing else in the world. Things can get into his eyes.
After Li Qiye walked in, leaning on the old locust tree in the courtyard, watching Lao Mo picking soybeans one by one, Li Qiye didn't bother him, just watched him quietly.
When the sun was westward, Lao Mo finally finished his large basket of soybeans. He stretched his waist, squinted his presbyopic eyes, looked at Li Qiye, and said, "This little brother, what's the matter? What's the matter?"
Li Qiye smiled faintly, and said slowly: "I'm just here to see you, take a look at the world, take a look at the world."
"My old man, broken body, what's so good about." Lao Mo smiled and shook his head, said.
"There is a way for a hundred lines." Li Qiye said emotionally: "It's just to see if you can dive into your heart and do it yourself. As long as you dive into it, you can sell tofu flowers, weave straw mats, or even grill them. Huaji, those are all avenues, when you reach the end of the avenue..."
"... What you see is not a mystery, what you see is a persevering Taoist heart, how many people can understand this kind of truth." At this point, Li Qiye sighed softly. .
Hearing Li Qiye's words, Lao Mo looked surprised, even a little dignified. He hugged Li Qiye and said, "I don't know where fellow Daoist comes from."
"This world is a passer-by, coming from a far away place." Li Qiye smiled, approached, and breathed into Douyi on the ground.
Only heard the sound of "Peng", all the beanies danced and floated in the air. In the blink of an eye, these beanies formed a crow. The crow spread its wings and flew around the top of Lao Mo's head. Finally, when I heard the sound of "Peng", the crow fell to the ground and fell to the ground, still pieces of bean clothing.
Seeing such a crow, Lao Mo's body shook, his face changed, and he recovered for a moment. He bowed deeply to Li Qiye and said, "It turns out that it was a holy master who was coming, so I missed him. Forgive me."
"You don't need to be so polite." Li Qiye smiled and said, "Although you and I are different, but after all, they belong to the same source. In the entire 13 continents, there are a few people who can be like you."
"The sage master is overwhelming, please come from the sage master." Lao Mo smiled and invited Li Qiye into the room.
Sitting in the interior hall, Li Qiye just glanced at it. The room was very simple, except for the tables and chairs, there was nothing else, but the whole room was cleaned spotlessly.
"If I come here for any purpose, well, you are the best at making tofu flowers in this life, and I want to eat a bowl of tofu flowers." After Li Qiye sat down, he was not welcome, and said with a smile.
"It's time for the Saint Master to come, and I happen to have a bowl." Lao Mo also smiled and said calmly.
After a while, Lao Mo brought out a bowl of steaming tofu flowers and placed it on Li Qiye’s table. Li Qiye was not welcome. He picked up the spoon and drank bite by bite, eating and drinking slowly with each bite, with an expression of enjoyment. It's as if what you eat is a fairy syrup.
Soon after, a bowl of hot tofu blossoms also bottomed out. Li Qiye was satisfied, wiped his mouth, and said: "The most common food in the world is the most common food in the world. It comes from your hands, but it has become the world's delicacy. In the end, it's still a matter of intention. With intention, it will always turn corruption into magic."
Envy the classmates who can go out to play on National Day. Xiaosheng still stays at home during the National Day. It hurts and it is not easy to write a book. Please vote for the monthly pass for "The Emperor" (to be continued.)