The Miracle Doctor’s Two-Faced Toddler

After the beginning of spring, good things on the mountain came out one after another. Yu Wan only found several kinds of wild vegetables, but they only sprouted now, and it would take a while to dig them. Yu Wan secretly remembered the location of the wild vegetables.

In terms of taste, these kinds of wild vegetables may not be as good as the green vegetables in the field, but isn't their field gone now? Besides, wild vegetables are rich in nutritional value, which is not bad for the body.

Chunsun is still small now, so Yu Wan came to the side of the creek. The earthquake also had a slight impact on the landscape of the forest, but it was not that big.

Yu Wan caught three fish in the creek, two of them were too thin, so she released them, and only carried the big fat crucian carp back to the yard.

Originally on the road, I was still thinking about what to do with this fish later, but as soon as I reached the door of the backyard, I turned around and knocked on the back door next door.

It was Uncle Wan who opened the door.

Uncle Wan's complexion is not very good. The peony flower king he has raised for a winter has been misfortune. It is not necessary to guess that it was done by three little bastards.

"Uncle Wan." Yu Wan greeted politely.

"Miss Yu." Uncle Wan restrained his displeasure. He liked Yu Wan from the bottom of his heart. Not only was he good at cooking, good-natured, and good at medicine, he was also considerate and hardworking. With the three little bastards, such a girl is really rare in the world!

Yu Wan was embarrassed to say that it was for the three little milk bags, so she said: "I caught a fish, you can use it to make soup."

She also took out the spring bamboo shoots in the basket, "The bamboo shoots are not big, but they are very fresh, and the stewed fish soup is very nourishing."

"Why is this so embarrassing?" Uncle Wan declined.

Yu Wan said: "It's not worth a few dollars, there are many more on the mountain."

"Then I'll be disrespectful." Uncle Wan accepted it with a smile, "Miss Yu, come in and sit down for a while?"

Yu Wan shook her head: "No, I'm going to do something."

This is not a polite remark, but the soybeans are almost soaked, and work is indeed about to start.

Uncle Wan also knew that Yu's family was busy with business, so he didn't say anything to persuade him to stay, but thanked him carefully, and after Yu Wan left, he went to the kitchen with that fat big crucian carp.

As soon as he turned around, he was taken aback by Yan Jiuchao who came behind him at some unknown time!

"Young master! Why don't you lie down in the house? What are you doing running out?"

Even with a cane, Yan Jiuchao could exude an aura of dominance over the world. He gave Uncle Wan a flattering look: "She came to secretly inquire about my young master again?"

"Uh……"

Nobody mentioned a single word about you...

Yan Jiuchao snorted sarcastically: "I took advantage of this young master for one night, what else does she want?"

Uncle Wan has black lines all over his face.

Isn't it just to see that you are a cripple, so I held your little hand, walked from the east end of the village to the west end of the village, and kindly helped you, the little lame, back to the house? It's as if Miss Yu wiped you out...

Is it really okay to be so shameless?

...

Yu Wan didn't know that she gave the little milk bag some wild game, and she gave a piece of brain tea. She is in the old house at the moment, helping to cook the bean juice.

There are a total of three stone mills in the village, all of which are in use now, and a steady stream of bean juice flows out from under the millstones.

Shuanzi, Yu Feng and Orion and other strong men took turns pushing the mill, while Aunt Zhang, Aunt Bai and others helped put the beans and collect the bean juice.

Cuihua and her daughters-in-law were not idle either. Under Yu Wan's arrangement, they scooped out the bean juice from the pot and poured it into the pre-prepared tank.

Making tofu is by no means an easy task, or how to put it, there are three major hardships in the world: punting, blacksmithing, and selling tofu.

To make tofu from a bag of fresh soybeans, it must be soaked for several hours until it is two to three times its size.

After soaking, it is grinded, and the ground bean juice is put into the pot and boiled over high heat. Up to here, it is just a simple manual work, but once it is out of the pot, it is necessary to start the pulp, which involves a lot of knowledge.

If you order it well, you will get tofu; if you order it badly, you will get yellow syrup.

The quality of the bean curd is determined by the craft of making the bean paste, and the output of the tofu is determined by the material of the bean curd.

Generally speaking, the yield of lactone tofu is the highest. One catty of soybeans can produce four catties of tofu, followed by gypsum and brine, which is about two and a half to three or four catties.

It's a pity that there were no lactones in ancient times, and gypsum was not popular among the people. Bitter water is the choice of most tofu makers. Yu Wanyuan also planned to use salt bittern. After trying the Physalis tofu newly made by her uncle, she decided to use Physalis up.

Physalis is the juice from making tofu the day before. After acidification, it becomes Physalis. The yield of tofu made from Physalis is half a catty less than that of brine, but its taste is more mellow and harder than that of brine tofu. The incense is also more primitive and simple, and correspondingly, the requirements for the pulping process are more stringent.

"You want to do this..." Under the shed in the backyard, Yu Feng was patiently teaching Shuanzi how to order oatmeal.

Everyone collected firewood and the flames were high. The tofu that Yu's family took three days to complete was made by the villagers in one night. After that, they were fermented and then made into stinky tofu and fermented bean curd.

"Awan." After finishing work, Yu Feng stopped Yu Wan.

Yu Wan put the last piece of cut tofu into the jar: "What's wrong, big brother?"

"There's something I want to tell you."

"Is it about order volume?"

"You found out too?"

"Yeah." Yu Wan nodded, "The orders we received couldn't be done by ourselves, and the whole village couldn't do it together."

To put it bluntly, there is no way to support so many laborers, otherwise they would be operating at a loss.

A day or two of loss is okay, but after a long time, they will collapse sooner or later.

Yu Wan thought for a while and said, "We need to expand the market a bit more. Tomorrow, my eldest brother and I will go to the town to have a look."

"Okay." Yu Feng was a little worried that Yu Wan would reduce the labor force, but when she heard that she wanted to expand the market, he secretly heaved a sigh of relief, "I'll take you back."

The two left the old house.

Thinking of something, Yu Wan suddenly said: "How is the second brother? I haven't seen him all day."

Yu Feng frowned: "He, I don't know what kind of temper he is having, he just stays in the room when he eats."

"That's right." This time it was Yu Feng's turn to ask her, "I heard that a new family moved in next door to you, and they are scholars."

On the day when Xinghua Village came to the door, the Yu family accompanied the eldest aunt back to her mother's house. It was still working today and the villagers mentioned it by chance, otherwise Yu Feng would not know that a powerful gentleman came to their village.

Yu Wan thought to herself, what sir? It's nothing more than an idle second-generation ancestor.

...

The next day, early in the morning, Yu Wan and Yu Feng went to town with two jars of homemade stinky tofu and fermented bean curd.

The market outside the town was not open, but the market inside the town was already open for business. As Yu Feng said, thanks to the intervention of Xu's House, prices were stabilized extremely well.

The two brothers and sister wandered around the market, observed the passenger flow, and felt that it could not meet their current needs.

"It would be nice to be able to sell salt." Yu Feng said in a strange way.

Salt is a huge profit. They know how to make salt, and they can turn cheap, astringent salt into high-quality snowflake salt. In this way, even if they don't spend too much, it is enough for them to make a lot of money.

Yu Wan smiled: "Not everyone is as tight-lipped as Miss Bai."

This is the truth. In Dazhou, selling illegal salt is illegal. Once it gets out, the whole family will go to jail.

Yu Feng sighed: "I'll just talk casually."

"Miss Yu!"

Hearing a familiar voice, the two turned around at the same time, and saw shopkeeper Cui jumping out of a carriage that had stopped suddenly.

Shopkeeper Cui said in surprise: "It's really you! I thought I was wrong! Little brother Yu Feng is here too!"

"Treasurer Cui." The two greeted him.

"Where are you going? I'll give you a ride." Shopkeeper Cui said.

Yu Wan smiled and shook her head: "No, we just came to the town to see where we can sell stinky tofu."

Shopkeeper Cui said, "Are you worried about not being able to sell your stinky tofu? Master Xiao Wu said, your supply is in short supply!"

Yu Wan said: "Now I do more than before."

"Too much...how much?" Cui shopkeeper asked.

Yu Wan made a gesture.

Shopkeeper Cui was speechless.

He originally wanted to say, you should supply Baiyulou. The business of Baiyulou has been very good recently, but seeing the output of Yu's family, he is dumb. A restaurant in a small town can't afford so much.

"Yes!" He slapped his thigh, "You can go to Tianxiang Tower!"

Tianxianglou is the largest restaurant in the capital, with a total of seven branches. Apart from the restaurant business, they also have their own businesses in various places in Dazhou.

If you can supply to Tianxianglou, then you won't have to worry about making money.

"only……"

"Just what?" Yu Wan asked.

Shopkeeper Cui said with a straight face: "His family is very picky about ingredients. Although I have confidence in your cooking skills, but...you have heard of Mrs. Du, right? She is actually a teacher of Tianxianglou?"

Mrs. Du is famous far and wide, what kind of palace of chefs should be the place where Mrs. Du is allowed to be a teacher?

Yu Wan nodded, and from the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of Yu Feng's pensive face: "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Yu Feng said with a complicated expression: "The place where my father used to work was Tianxianglou."

Fat is more offered, okay~