He has always adhered to what he believed to be the "truth", stubbornly and stubbornly. "Huang Laoxie" is the nickname given to him by the villagers, which is just right for the person. A man sits on a stone at the entrance of Men Hutong every day, never getting together or hangi

Some people’s life is actually a process of competing with themselves. He has always adhered to what he believed to be the "truth", stubbornly and stubbornly. He has lived in his own closed world all his life and refused to change.

"Huang Laoxie" in my village is such a person. "Huang Laoxie" is the nickname given to him by the villagers, which is just right for the person. "Huang Laoxie" is not named Huang, his surname is Du, and he is over 70 years old this year. A man sits on a stone at the entrance of Men Hutong every day, never getting together or hanging around with anyone. In my memory, I have never seen him smile, and his words were stiff and choked up.

"Huang Laoxie" has an ancestral craft: grinding tofu. Of course, being able to grind tofu cannot be regarded as a special craft now, but forty or fifty years ago, this was a special skill that was passed down from male to female. "Huang Laoxie"'s skill of grinding tofu was passed down to him by his father. He is the only one among the three brothers who can grind tofu. He also dreams of passing this craft on to his son, and then to his descendants. But how could his son listen to him? He asked his son to help, but he didn't help. He asked his son to learn how to make tofu, but his son didn't learn either. I heard that now I have another idea for my grandson! As people get older and confused, they still think that this craft is still the same as before, a family heirloom. How ridiculous!

"Huang Laoxie" never uses an electric grinder to grind tofu. He only uses his big green donkey to pull the stone mill. I heard that he also bought an electric grinder before. After using it for a few days, the electric grinder leaked electricity and hit him hard. Angry, he picked up an ax and dismantled the electric mill into eight pieces and sold the scrap metal. From then on, I only used donkeys to pull stone mills to grind tofu. The efficiency of donkey-pulled stone grinding is incomparable with that of electric grinding. He doesn't care about efficiency at all and just goes his own way. But this has also gained a reputation for his tofu. People say that his tofu is stone ground and has a different taste from other people's tofu and is delicious.

But few people in the village can eat the tofu he made, just because a few people in the village took credit and did not pay back the debt in the end, so he did not ask for it. From then on, the tofu he made was no longer sold in his own village, and he did not even go to neighboring villages. He would rather travel seven or eight miles to sell it. Maybe he was afraid that nearby acquaintances would not give him money on credit, and he was too embarrassed to ask for it. You say he is "evil or not"!

If people in this village want to eat the tofu he makes, they must wait at the door of his house at dawn in the morning and wait until he goes out to sell tofu before they can buy it.

When Huang Laoxie was in his 50s, his son separated and lived alone, and they were usually the only couple at home. Maybe he had a quarrel with his wife. When he came back from selling tofu, his wife didn't leave any food for him. When he saw that the pots had been cleaned, he got so anxious that he smashed the pot on the spot. I lay on the kang and slept for three days, and the water and rice were not exhausted. If his big green donkey hadn't been howling with hunger, he wouldn't have known how many days he would have slept. Do you think this person is "evil"?

From then on, he and his wife slept in the west room and the east room. Each person has one pot and eats his own food. But when the farming was busy, the old couple worked in the fields together, planting crops together and harvesting crops together. Outsiders can't tell, maybe "work is work" and "life is life", so the two don't interfere with each other! If their daughters-in-law hadn't come forward to tell them, no one else would have known about it. How else to call him "Huang Laoxie"?

Seven or eight years ago, "Huang Laoxie"'s big green donkey was old and could no longer be pulled. He wanted to buy another donkey. Donkeys are extinct animals in our area. He went to the market for hundreds of miles but did not see a donkey that could work. Even if there are donkeys, they are meat donkeys raised in pens. They only eat feed and cannot work.

"Huang Laoxie" tried to pull the grinding mill by hand again, but he was almost 70 years old, and he was also old like his big green donkey. He couldn't pull the grinding wheel anymore, and his business of making tofu was shut down. . He often talks about the craftsmanship passed down from his ancestors, which was lost in his generation. But nothing happened in the tofu shop. Every year during the Chinese New Year, he used human power to make tofu and gave it to relatives and friends.