Luo Yong first boiled a pot of hot oil, then took a can of stinky tofu from the donkey cart, filtered the water stains slightly, and put the pieces of stinky tofu into an iron kettle and fryed it.

The stinky tofu used for frying is a bit different from the stinky fermented bean curd. The fermentation step is missing. Because the fermented tofu is crispy, it cannot be fried into stinky tofu. Just soak the tofu directly in the old braised braised.

The hot oil in the iron kettle was rolling bubbles, and the pieces of stinky tofu were sizzling. At the same time, the smelly fragrance was floating on this winter street.

"What does it smell?" The people living nearby and foreign merchants quickly asked about the smell.

"Oh, it's so stinking!" someone shouted there.

"I think it smells so strange." Some people are born to like this smell.

"Why do I smell like someone's cooking shit?" This is full of imagination.

"Cook the dirt manure?" someone said on the side.

"What kind of dirt dung, your dirt dung is fried in lard?"

"Let's go, stop fighting, let's take a look."

It’s just February, and it’s still snowing in many places on Hedong Road. Although it hasn’t snowed in Lishi County these days, the weather is still very cold.

In the afternoon, the street was deserted. Luo Yong and Tian Chonghu set up a stall on the street to stinky tofu. After a while, many people ran out of the alleys on both sides of the street to watch the fun. Not long after, some people came to see the truth.

"Sanlang, what did you do?" A very good pot of oil was used to fry the smelly thing. Many people in the city felt it was a pity.

"This thing is called stinky tofu, and it smells smelly and tastes fragrant." Luo Yong said, picking up a piece of stinky tofu that had just been out of the pot with bamboo chopsticks, taking out a pair of scissors he prepared in advance, cutting the stinky tofu into a few small pieces, put it in a stone pot bowl, and then scooping a spoonful of sauce prepared yesterday from the clay pot next to it and pouring it on, handing it to everyone, "Do you try it?"

Standing at the closest to Luo, a young man took the pottery bowl, held Luo Sanlang for some face, and swallowed it hard no matter how unpalatable it was, he picked up a small piece of stinky tofu and put it in his mouth...

"How does it taste?" Many people next to him stared at him. Everyone's expressions were different, curious, frowning, forbearing, and sympathetic.

"It's delicious!" The man nodded after eating a small piece of stinky tofu, and handed the pottery bowl to the people around him.

"..." At this time, many people didn't believe his words.

"I'll try it." Some people were attracted by the smelly fragrance and couldn't wait to taste it.

The smell of this stinky tofu smells smelly, but it is actually just a taste produced by using specific materials after a long period of full fermentation. Some people are born to like this taste.

"It's delicious! How do you sell your stinky tofu?" After tasting a small piece of stinky fermented beard, the strong man reached out and touched his chin, with an unsatisfactory look on his face.

"One penny costs two yuan, two penny costs five yuan." Luo Yong didn't expect that the stinky tofu would open so soon. After all, the taste of this thing is still quite heavy and many people can't accept it.

"Give me five cents." This man is also a rich man, with five cents. Although he can't buy a bucket of corn at this time, he can still buy it for eight/9 liters.

"Okay." Luo Yong gave him one more piece as a pot, and picked up thirteen pieces of stinky tofu that had just been out of the pot. He put a large bowl of stone pottery in a large bowl, poured a lot of sauce on it, and sold a bowl of stinky tofu, and earned five cents.

Once someone starts, the subsequent transactions will be much easier. Many people will think of trying them when they hear the man say they are delicious. Some people will go and taste them for free, while some people will simply spend a penny or two to buy one to taste.

That boy Tian Chonghu was very quick to get started. He learned to fry tofu in just a few strokes and took over the job. Then Luo Yong just sold tofu and charged money. When no one bought it, he chatted with the audience and learned about the big and small things that happened in the city these days.

Luo Yong had sold a batch of fermented bean curd to Chang'an City before, but it was probably because of the strange taste and narrow audience, so he didn't become popular.

Recently, the Luo family killed several pigs and saved a lot of lard. Luo Yong began to think about making some stinky tofu to sell. After all, the fried stinky tofu is more fragrant and it is better to sell than stinky fermented bean curd. Then poured with sauce and the ingredients, the taste is also very good. I think there should be a market.

I heard that this autumn and winter, in their Lishi County, there are quite a few pigs. They all learned from the Luo family, bought piglets and came back to play, and then fed them on hot food twice a day. Raising pigs in this way is indeed faster than before.

When these pigs are slaughtered, the local pork supply in Lishi County will suddenly increase. In order to prevent the pork price from being reduced too much, we naturally have to work hard to find sales. If the sales problem is not solved well, many pig farmers will suffer losses.

No matter what, if you have lard, you can fry and sell it. You shouldn’t have to worry about not being able to buy oil in the future.

The first time I went out for a stall today, the scene was not very popular. There were many people watching the fun, and more people were tasting for free. Not many people actually paid for it. This was mainly because the local people's consumption capacity was generally low. Even if they could accept the taste of stinky tofu, few people were willing to spend a penny to buy the two small stinky tofu to eat and play with.

When it was getting dark, Luo Yong and the others were about to close the stalls. They had tasted the fresh things that should be tasted, and they had almost watched the fun. As soon as it was time to have supper, everyone naturally dispersed.

There were only a few ragged children, still looking at the entrance of the alley not far away. In the afternoon, when Luo Yong and they had just set up the stall, they surrounded the stall. Later, they were told by a few people living nearby, asking them not to delay Luo Sanlang's business, and then they all hid at the entrance of the alley.

Logically speaking, Lishi County is developing well now. There are merchants every day, which is already prosperous compared to surrounding towns, but there are still many poor and destitute families in the city.

Just like in Xipo Village, even if Luo Yong teaches them the skills of making tofu, there are still some families who cannot help them. Some are not decent, they are as lazy as Tian Chonghu's parents, some are mentally ill like the Feng Grandma, and some are not as adults at all. In this county town, it should be similar.

"Come here." Before closing the stall, Luo Yonghong waved to the entrance of the alley.

"..." When the children saw Luo Yong waved to them, there was a clever one. They rushed over immediately. The children behind them hurriedly followed, fearing that they would not be able to separate things if they ran slowly.

"Get a pottery bowl home, come here." Luo Yong said to them.

"Oh." Let them go back to get the pottery bowl, and they must have to share things for them. The children rushed up and ran home.

After the children ran away, Luo Yong added a fire to the stove under the iron cauldron, and then took a jar of damass from the donkey cart.

There was still lard about two or three centimeters of height left in the iron cauldron. Luo Yong poured some bean paste and fryed it. He also poured the sauce of the stinky tofu that had not been used up today and cooked a pot of fragrant fried sauce.

When the children came over with the shredded pottery bowl, Luo Yong gave them a spoonful of sauce.

The lard in the iron cauldron has been burned for half a day, so the sauce made with it cannot be said to be very healthy. But these poor children can't even taste the lard smell all year round, so they don't care whether it is healthy or not. If they can get this spoonful of fragrant lard fried sauce, they are so happy that they are about to fly.

So in Lishi County that evening, many children walked home with half a bowl of sauce.

Some people will ask them when they meet, "Where did you come from this sauce?"

"Gived it from Luo Sanlang." These children were very happy.

"Oh, is Luo Sanlang still making money even if he sells and sells it? " Many people were worried about Luo Yong. The character of the Luo family Sanlang is nothing. Even though he is still too young, he doesn't know how to calculate carefully when he lives. If he does a small business and sells and sells it, don't lose money.

"My grandma, you taste this sauce, it's so delicious." A child returned home with the small half bowl of sauce and shouted when he entered the door.

"Why are there so many?" A woman with yellow face and loose skin came out of the room. When she saw the oily little bowl of sauce, she immediately said in surprise.

"I ran the fastest, so Saburo called me a little more. The slower I went there, so I must not be as much as mine." The boy said proudly: "My mother, let's dip it in the cake. This sauce is delicious, I'll go tomorrow."

"It's not good to go every day. Your sister and the others are working at home, so don't run outside all the time." The woman said, taking the half bowl of sauce into the house, then taking some mixed bread and sharing it with the children. This is their supper today.

This is also the only way for them to make money now that they can only have two dry meals a day. How could they do this in the past?

Her man used to be a porter for others, but one winter, she never came back after leaving. I don’t know if she died outside or was unwilling to be dragged down by this destitute family, so she went for another way to survive alone.

When her man just left, there were two weak elderly people in the family, five children, and herself, she had a total of eight mouths to fill.

What can a woman do in her family? She was forced into a desperate situation, and she was just...

No matter how difficult life is, she can only support herself. Not only does she have to support her three children and her family, but also her uncle's two children.

His uncle had disappeared a few years ago. Not long after, his uncle remarried and left a pair of children with his wife. He was old and couldn't even raise him, so he could not raise his brothers and sisters. He had to rely on her as an aunt.

This life has endured, and the family’s wife has passed away.

Two years ago, when life was so sad, she sold the oldest girl in her family. Now she wants to come...

"My mother, why don't you eat?" asked her a bigger girl.

"My mother is not hungry, you eat more." But she remembered the sad things again. The child is now unaware of where he has been living. He is afraid that he will never meet again in this life. If she gritted her teeth and endured it again, in two years, she might be able to find her a serious and good family.

"You eat it, my mother, this sauce is so delicious."

"My mother, don't save money. I'll take these wheel pads to exchange for money tomorrow, and I'll have food at home."

"My grandma, when I get older, I will also go to Taiyuan City to prepare kangs. Before the New Year, those people went to Taiyuan City to prepare kangs. They have been back in the past two days, and everyone said that they have earned a lot of money to come back."

"I heard that Luo Sanlang's disciples also went to Chang'an City to pack a kang for people."

"Chang'an City is too far away, it's not cost-effective."

"You still know if it's a good deal?"

"Why don't I know?"
Chapter completed!