After graduation, I worked in other places all year round. I never cook in the morning, but I just ate some in a hurry on the way to work, usually porridge, eggs, soy milk, buns or other things.
Every time I drink soy milk, I only have one feeling, that is, it is bland and tasteless, and there is not even some bean dregs.
I like to drink thick soy milk, the kind of soy milk that is full of bean dregs and can even "stuck" after taking a sip.
Most people don’t like the residue in soy milk, so the soy milk in all breakfast shops on the way is light, just like soy milk.
Very occasionally, you can drink freshly squeezed soy milk, with less water, and add peanuts, red dates and other ingredients, which have bean dregs, but it is not the taste in memory.
In my impression, the soy milk milled from a stone mill and purely natural and handmade soy milk are the most delicious. Even without sugar, they are sweeter than sugar.
When I was in my teens, my family had already raised an cow . At that time, my hometown was still very poor, and the cattle had to go to the fields to work, and I counted on it all for arable land.
Cows have worked hard all their lives. During the busy farming season, it has to work; it has to get pregnant when it is free and give birth to a calf. The calf can be sold for money when it is big; it will also be sold when the cow is old. It can be said that the cows have devoted themselves to the farmers throughout their lives. Some cows are old and are not worth selling them, and they have worked hard all their lives, so some people will not even sell them to support them and send them to their old age. This is like treating them as old friends.
My mother has always felt sorry for cows. Sometimes, when my dad beats cows, she will stop her. On weekdays, the cows are not good at eating, they just chop them into small pieces of wheat straw and add some feed. In summer, my mother will make grass. Many green grass outside can be cut home and put it in wheat straw, so that the cows love to eat it very much.
Sometimes, the task of fighting cattle grass still falls on me and my sister. In that case, every time I finish school, I have to go to the fields to mow grass and fill it with a large dung basket (a tool I carry, similar to a basket), otherwise I can't go home.
Whenever a cow gives birth to a calf, the mother will add a nutritious meal to the cow. It is not a good thing, it is just hand-ground soy milk.
There is nothing we can do about this. In that era, our countryside was too poor, and people couldn’t eat good food, so the only thing they gave to the cow was soy milk.
Every night, my mother should pick up two bowls of soybean particles in advance, put them in a scoop of water, stir them, so that the impurities in the beans float up, and then filter them out. Finally, soak the clean beans in a bucket overnight and you can use it.
After getting up in the morning, my mother would carry a bucket, a scoop of water, and a bucket of soybeans to Zhuangzi west end. Of course I have to follow the past because I find it novel, fun, and can help.
Stone mill is at the door of a house in the west, a little to the east, under a hawthorn tree. After
arrives, the stone mill will be washed clean first, then the empty bucket will be placed under the stone mill, and then the construction will be officially started.
scooped up more than a dozen beans soaked in fat whiteness and fell down towards the hole of the stone mill on it. I stood on the cushioned stone, held the handle of the stone mill, and began to rotate.
Just five or six times, the ground beans and water, that is, raw soy milk, flow slowly down the gap between the two stone mills. The white raw soy milk is very clean and has a foam, giving it a pleasing feeling.
Turn it a few more times, scoop some water and pour it into the hole, so that the soy milk remaining in the cracks of the stone mill can be washed out. When the soy milk fades, you should continue to pour the beans, continue to rotate the stone mill, and then add water, and repeat.
stone grinding heavy. I turned around for dozens of times and felt my arms were sore and numb. My mother would take it. She seemed to have endless strength and quickly ground all the beans and used up half a bucket of water.
is over, and it is still the same. Flush out all the soy milk from the stone mill and then go home. In order to rinse it, my mother always lifts up the grinder on it so that all the bean dregs between the two grinders can be washed down.This is also an unwritten rule, because if you don’t do this, it will easily get dirty and it will be inconvenient for others to use it any longer.
My mother was carrying a bucket of raw bean juice, and I could help carry another bucket, take a scoop of water, and go home together.
The soy milk cannot be drunk at this time and needs to be boiled. Pour raw soy milk into a clean iron pot, boil it with firewood, and skim off some dirty foam so that you can drink it.
These soy milks are not only for cows to drink, but also for us. Serve a few large bowls with heavy bean dregs, and the pure natural hand-ground soy milk is out of the pot. You can add sugar or not. Add some sugar to taste better, but it should not be too much, otherwise it will affect the taste.
Take a big gulp, and the bean dregs are like broken flesh. They touch their teeth and cheeks, as if they have massaged their mouths, making them feel indescribable. Sometimes, I have to deliberately filter the bean paste and leave it in my mouth, as if chewing it, like eating jelly. Finally, I have a sip of soy milk and rush all the soy milk residues in my mouth into my stomach.
After adding some salt to the remaining soy milk, you should give it to the cow. Such "-month meal " is rare for cows. It can be finished quickly after drinking it in big gulps. After drinking
, add some water and shake the bucket so that the cow can drink the remaining soy milk.
In that era, my family, such delicious soy milk, had a nutritional value that is no different from today's fresh milk. My mother said the same thing, and she said that after drinking it, she would grow taller immediately. Therefore, every time I drink soy milk, I have to check whether I have grown taller.
Every morning, I went to the place next to the washbasin rack, stood up straight, and approached the wall. Then, stretch my right hand flat, put it on the top of my head, and the edge of my right palm is against the wall, so that I can mark the position of my head on the wall, and then use my nails to carve a shallow mark as a mark.
This way, you will know your height. This mark is a testimony to height.
After drinking soy milk the next day and measuring my height, I was surprised to find that it was indeed a little taller, and it was one or two centimeters taller. I was very happy and couldn't help but praise the high nutritional value of soy milk. I also said that at this speed, it would grow to two meters in less than a few years, and maybe three meters.
When my mother heard this, she laughed and said that she didn’t have to grow that high, two meters would be enough.
Sometimes, after drinking soy milk, I checked the amount and found that my size suddenly became lower, which was very uncomfortable. My mother smiled and kept comforting me, saying that I didn't straighten my back, or that my soles were shallow.
Now, twenty years have passed, the stone mill has long disappeared, and the soy milk can no longer be drunk. There are only many shallow marks on the wall of the old house, which are still clear. (It's a pity that I didn't go to my hometown, so I'll have a chance to take a photo next time)
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