Emperor's Domination

The small town is not big, but it is very simple. The 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 are even polished.

The small town is small, simple and generous, with small bridges and flowing water, and 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 left and right neighborhoods know each other.

If you have just arrived in a small town, and you ask the residents of the city what is the most famous thing in the city, the residents of the city will not even think about it, and 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 I 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: "Line up to buy old milled tofu."

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 must remember Laomo’s tofu flower, if you can eat Laomo’s tofu Flowers, I'm afraid you will never forget them for the rest of your life, of course, if you can buy them.

What kind of person Lao Mo is? 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 people think of Lao Mo, they think of tofu flower, and when it comes to tofu, they think of Lao Mo.

As for Lao Mo’s surname, where did 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 were suddenly refreshed.

"The old mill is coming--" I don't know who screamed, and there was a sudden rush around Stone Street, the laughter of children, the shouts of little girls, and the sound of pots and bowls of ping-pong.

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 barrels. 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 was wearing 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 old and healthy.

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 up the gauze cloth covered on the wooden barrel, yelled, and said: "Open the barrel, quickly line up. "

These movements of Lao Mo 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 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 with joyful tofu flowers 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 soon reached the bottom. After Lao Mo sold the last spoonful of tofu blossoms, he patted the cloth on his waist and heard the clanging of the copper plates inside. Without counting, Xiao Mimi said: "The tofu flowers are sold out, 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 is no neighbour who bought tofu flowers. 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, "Walk." Then he took the wooden barrel three steps. Shake, walk back slowly.

Looking at Lao Mo, Li Qiye couldn't help but smile. He was also working as a car and followed Lao Mo leisurely.

As for the neighbours who didn't buy tofu flowers, it could only be a few complaints, and then they all dispersed.Because Lao Mo sells tofu flowers here for decades, the wind and rain remain the same, and there are only two barrels a day, and the neighborhood that did not buy it can only be seen early tomorrow.

The place where Lao Mo lived was only a street away from the place where he sold tofu flowers. Lao Mo lived in a small courtyard. The courtyard was not big, but the courtyard was surrounded by small earthen walls.

The yard is very old, and I don’t know how many years it has been built, and even the gate has been stepped on.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 selected it in the sun.

In the words of the old mill, whether the tofu flower is good or not, and the quality of the soybeans is very important. Therefore, the old milled tofu flower is made by grinding one by one, 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 those 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 up soybeans one by one, Li Qiye didn't bother him, just watched him quietly.

When the sun was westward, Lao Mo finally picked up all of his large basket of soybeans. He stretched his waist, squinted his presbyopic eyes, looked at Li Qiye, and said, "This little brother, what is there? What's the matter?"

Li Qiye smiled faintly, and said slowly: "I just came to see you, take a look at the world, take a look at the world."

"My old man, my broken body, what's so beautiful." Lao Mo smiled and shook his head and said.

"There is a way for a hundred lines." Li Qiye said with emotion: "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 you can cook them. Huaji, those are all avenues, when you reach the end of these avenues..."

"...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. Scream.

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 just a passer-by, coming from a far away place." Li Qiye smiled, approached, and breathed a sigh at 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 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 is coming, and he has missed far to welcome 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, then okay, 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 it bit by bit, eating and drinking slowly with each bite, with a very enjoyable expression. It's as if what you eat is a fairy liquid.

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, from your hands, has become a delicacy in the world. In the end, it's still a matter of intentions. With intentions, it will always turn corruption into magic."

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