Emperor’s Domination

The small town is not big, but it is very quaint. The small town is made of rock and the street is also made of a piece of hemp stone. It is also unclear how many years have passed since the city was founded. There are pit depressions on the walls, arrow-eyed pits on the stones of the city, and gaps left by the weapons of attack.

Years have passed, generations have changed, people have come and gone, small cities have witnessed the times, the streets paved with hemp stone have been trampled by pedestrians, very round, some stone streets have even been polished.

The small town is not big, it is generous, it has small bridges and ancient houses and galleries, it is a very relaxing little place, residents of this place have a relaxing and peaceful life, because the small town is not very populous, so most of the neighborhoods on the left and right know each other.

If you come to the city, you ask the city's inhabitants, what is the most famous thing in the city, and the city's inhabitants don't even think about it, and say, "Old milled tofu flowers. ”

If you had just come to the city and asked the city's inhabitants what their best food was, the city's inhabitants wouldn't even think about it, saying, "Old milled tofu flowers. ”

If you ask the residents of the city what is the happiest thing about the city, just because the residents won't even think about it, say, “Line up for old tofu flowers. ”

Coming to a town like this, you either can't remember the name of the town, or you can't remember the sights and attractions of the city, but you can definitely remember the old milled tofu flowers, if you can eat the old milled tofu flowers, you won't forget them for the rest of your life, of course, if you can buy them.

What kind of man is old mill? The residents of the city can't say it. Even the oldest people in the city can't say it. Everyone has only one impression of old mill - tofu flowers.

Tofu flower is the image of old mill, when you talk about old mill, you think about tofu flower, when you talk about tofu flower, you think about old mill.

As for what Old Mill's last name was, where he came from, what he was like, no one in the city could say, because no one remembered exactly what Old Mill was like, and they remembered nothing but old Mill's tofu flowers.

“Old milled tofu.” When Li Qi walked into the town at night, he couldn't help but smile.

“Squeak, squeak, squeak...” At this time, a squeaky squeaky squeak in the alley of a stone street sounded, and when I heard such a squeak, the left and right neighborhoods suddenly came to their spirits.

“Here comes the old grind--” I don't know who screamed, Stone Street all around suddenly, the laughter of the children, the screaming of the little girl, and the ping pong of the pot.

There was a long line of laughter next to Stone Street.

In a flat squeak, only one old man came carrying two barrels. The old man had a state-written old face with wrinkles all over his face, leaving indelible marks on his face. Wearing a gown and a towel on his shoulder, even with two full barrels of tofu flowers on his shoulders, the old man walked like a flying walker, appearing extraordinarily healthy, giving a sense of old age and strength.

Before walking to the team, put down the burden on your shoulders, put the barrel in place, hold the wooden spoon in your hand, lift up the thin gauze covered on the barrel, sighed, said: "Open the barrel and line up. ”

Old grinding of these moves is a breeze, such as running clouds and running water, every move is the right benefit, pinching is very accurate.

The old man scooped up a spoon of tofu flowers and put them in the bowl of the little girl in front of him. The little girl stuffed the copper plate into the cloth between the old ground waist and left with a full of tofu flowers.

“Old Mill, I also came for a bowl, I didn't even get it in line yesterday.” I don't know how many people on the team looked at the white flower tofu blossom and swallowed it, especially the hearty scent of beans, which is even more intolerable to covet three feet.

So, not knowing how many people in the team had their necks stretched out long, their eyes straightened against the tofu flowers in the barrel, everyone was afraid that the tofu flowers would see the bottom, and it was their turn not to have them again.

But two barrels of tofu flowers soon saw the bottom. After the old grinder sold the last spoon of tofu flowers, he patted the cloth on the waist. Hearing the copper plate inside was a bang, he didn't count it either. He smiled and said: “The tofu flowers are sold out, see you in the morning.” Keep things together as you speak.

“Alas, Mill, you make two barrels a day, the neighbors have a big opinion, don't you hang our appetite? In the opinion of the neighbors, you have to do four barrels a day.” The neighborhood that didn't buy the tofu flowers complained.

But Old Mill only smiled at Mimi, and did not answer the neighbors' complaints. After packing up, he put the burden on his shoulder and sipped, saying: "Go.” Then walk back slowly and slowly, picking the barrel three steps at a time.

Looking at Old Mill, Li Qi Night couldn't help but laugh. He was also Anbu as a car. He casually followed Old Mill behind him.

As for the neighborhoods that didn't buy tofu flowers, that was just a few complaints, and then they all split up. Because the old mill has been selling tofu flowers here for decades, the wind and rain have not changed, and there are not many, only two barrels a day, no bought neighborhood, can only see early tomorrow.

The old grinding place was just off the street from where he sold the tofu flowers. The old grinding lived in a small yard, which was not big, but the four-house yard, the small dirt wall surrounded the yard.

The yard is very old, I don't know how many young heads it was built, even the doorkan was recessed. When the old grinder returned home, he put down the barrel, stretched out a lazy waist, then carried out a large basket of yellow beans, grabbed one, and slowly picked it up in the sun.

In the old grinding words, tofu flower is very important to make good or bad, so the old grinding tofu flower is grinded with a fine and full yellow bean, and each yellow bean was hand-selected by him, not only to remove the dry and broken yellow bean, but also to strip away the residual bean coat.

The old grind chooses yellow beans in the sun, very seriously, meticulously, even if the yellow bean has a small worm eye, he will pick them out.

The old grind chooses yellow beans, concentrates on the gods, at this moment he seems to have forgotten the whole world, there is only one yellow bean in his eyes, there is nothing else in the world but this yellow bean can enter his eyes.

After Li Qi Night followed him in, he leaned against the old acacia tree in the courtyard and watched the old mill choose the yellow beans one by one. Li Qi Night did not bother him, but just looked at him quietly.

When the sun went west, Old Mill finally chose all the yellow beans in his basket. He stretched out his lazy waist, squeezed some old flowers' eyes, looked at Li Qi Night and said: “What's the matter with this little brother? ”

Li Qi smiled lightly at night and said slowly: “I just came to see you, look at the heavens and the earth, look at the world. ”

“My old man, the broken body, what's so good about it?” The old grin shook his head with a smile and said.

“There are hundreds of ways.” Li Qi Night said emotionally: “Just see if you can dive into your heart to do it. As long as you dive into your heart, sell tofu flowers, braiding chairs, or bake a chicken called wafer, it's a striped avenue. When you get to the end of this avenue...”

“… what you see is not amazing, what you see is a persistent heart, and how many more people can understand that.” Speaking of which, Li Qi sighed softly at night.

When he heard Li Qi Night such words, he was surprised by the old state of grinding, even a few points of stiffness. He hugged Li Qi Night and said: "I don't know where Daoyou came from. ”

“The world's passers-by come from far away places.” Li Qi laughed at night, approached, and breathed a sigh of breath into the bean coat on the ground.

All the bean coats were dancing and floating in the air. In the blink of an eye, these bean coats actually formed a crow. The crow flew with wings and circled around the old grinding head. Finally, the crow landed and floated on the floor, still a piece of bean coat.

Seeing such a crow, his face changed and he returned to God for a moment. He bowed deeply to Li Qi Night and said: "Turns out it was the saint who came and greeted him with a distant welcome, forgiveness. ”

“You don't have to be so polite.” Li Qi Night laughed and said: “Though you and I are different, after all, we belong to the same source, the whole thirteen continents, several more people can be like you. ”

“The saint has been honored, please, in the saint.” Old grinned, inviting Li Qiannight into the house.

Sitting in the interior hall, Li Qi Night just took a look, the house is very simple, there is nothing more than the table and chair, but the whole house is clean and spotless.

“Well, if I'm here for any purpose, you're the best at making tofu flowers in this world, and I want to eat a bowl of tofu flowers.” Li Qi sat down at night and said with a smile.

“The saint came at the right time, and I also had a bowl.” The old grind also smiled and said frankly.

A moment later, the old grind served a bowl of hot tofu flowers in front of Li Qi Night Table. Li Qi Night was also welcome. He picked up a spoon and drank it one by one. Each bite slowly ate and drank it. He enjoyed himself very much. It was like eating a seminal serum.

Shortly afterwards, a bowl of hot tofu flowers also saw the bottom. Li Qi was satisfied at night and wiped his mouth. He said: "It's just the most common food in the world. It comes from your hands, but it turns into a food in the world. After all, it's still a matter of care. With a heart, it always decays into magic. ”

I envy my classmates who can go out and play on National Day. Xiaosheng is still at home. It hurts my balls. It's not easy to write a book. Please vote on the monthly ticket to Diba.