Blood tofu?

Making blood tofu late at night is indeed a bit abnormal.

Blood tofu should not be stored in summer, and even if you eat hot pot, you don’t need to make it so much.

"Did you see what kind of blood he used to make tofu?"

Chen Qianqian had a look of panic on her face.

"It should be chicken blood, I saw a lot of dead chickens on the kitchen floor.

I was very scared at the time and asked him why he made so much blood tofu.

My dad didn't reply to me either, as if he couldn't hear me.

A man was making tofu over there and laughing, mumbling without knowing what he was talking about."

In the middle of the night, I used chicken blood to make tofu alone, and I continued to make it for three days.

"Qianqian, don't worry, I'll go back with you and take a look."

I was just about to pick up the iron box when Fu Feng took the lead and carried the box on his back.

"Brother Thirteen, just let me carry it for you.

Anyway, there aren’t many people in the store at night, so I’ll go with you, maybe I can be of some help.”

"Okay! You don't need to carry the box anymore. Just protect Qianqian."

Of course I understood what Fu Feng was thinking, so I couldn't help but roll my eyes and drag the tin box back.

"Oh well!"

Fu Feng scratched his head and walked to Chen Qianqian's side with some embarrassment.

Chen Qianqian glared at Fu Feng and walked in front angrily.

After a while, the three of us arrived outside Daliu Lane.

Before we could get closer, a figure came out of the yard pushing a wheelbarrow.

It was Chen Api, the tofu seller, who came out.

I stopped Fu Feng and Chen Qianqian and signaled them to be silent.

It's just past midnight and there's no one on the street. Who can Chen Api sell to while pushing tofu?

"Don't alarm him first. Follow him and see where he is going to push the tofu."

I drew two talismans on the foreheads of Fu Feng and Chen Qianqian, and then I motioned them to follow.

The streets were extremely quiet in the early morning, and the grunting sound of wheelbarrows could be heard from far away.

Chen Api didn't rest all the way, pushing the wheelbarrow all the way south for more than ten miles.

Seeing that they had already left the city, everything was pitch black.

Chen Api suddenly turned a corner from the main road to a winding mountain road.

Fortunately, my sight is not affected at night, otherwise it would be easy to lose me.

"Why are you still going up the mountain?"

Chen Qianqian bit her lip and pointed towards a mottled road sign at the intersection.

On the rusty road sign, there are four big characters "Nanshan Cemetery" written clearly.

"Running to the cemetery at night, what kind of plane are you doing?"

Nanshan Cemetery is a cemetery in the southern suburbs of Yunzhou City.

It is said that it is a cemetery, but it is actually an unobstructed barren mountain. It is better to say that it is a mountain than a bare soil slope.

People in the city don't have land, so they have to find ways to bury themselves after death.

In the early years, cremation was not practiced, and people who died in the city could only be buried in the barren mountains and ridges on the outskirts of the city.

Rich people can also find some formal cemeteries, or find someone to set up a grave in the countryside.

But it would be good if the ordinary people living at the bottom can survive. If there is spare money for such things, it would be good if they could have a place to bury them.

There are densely packed graves everywhere on this land slope, and there is no Feng Shui pattern to speak of. Basically, each family buries their own graves.

The Yunzhou authorities just turned a blind eye to this phenomenon.

In the end, this unknown barren mountain endured pressure that it should not have had in the first place.

Even though this barren mountain is only a hundred meters high and only two or three miles in diameter, there are probably thousands of densely packed tombs on it.

To put it bluntly, if there is no monument in front of the tomb, you will be afraid of identifying the wrong ancestor when you kowtow.

If you send blood tofu to this place late at night, can it be for people to eat?

We carefully followed Chen Api and walked all the way up the mountain.

The winding mountain road is a dirt road that has been trodden by people, making it difficult for ordinary people to walk.

But at this time, Chen Api was pushing a cart full of blood tofu. When he walked, his face did not turn red and he was out of breath, as if he were walking on flat ground.

After walking for about ten minutes, Chen Api suddenly stopped.

In front of us is a big bumpkin two to three meters high, with pits and weeds growing on its surface.

Chen Api stepped forward and knocked on the earth wall, nodded and bowed towards the big bumpkin, and then the wheelbarrow walked towards the earth wall.

Whoosh!

There was a twist on the earth wall, and Chen Api disappeared while pushing the wheelbarrow.

Fu Feng couldn't help but open his mouth wide, with a look of disbelief on his face.

"Chen Api... No, why is Uncle Chen missing?"

"Master Thirteen, where has my father gone?"

I took out two willow leaves from my pocket and handed them to Fu Feng.

"Wipe your eyes, I'll take you in and take a look and you'll know."

The two of them wiped their eyes with willow leaves, only to feel that white mist filled their eyes, and there was a dim light.

What was once a big country bumpkin overgrown with weeds suddenly turned into a magnificent, antique-style mansion.

The courtyard walls are high, and two strings of red lanterns are hung outside the closed vermilion gate. You can still vaguely hear the sounds of opera singers in the courtyard.

"Follow me. Don't make a sound when you go in. I've drawn talismans on you so that no evil spirit can see you."

Fu Feng trotted and stood outside the wall, half squatting and holding up his hands.

"What are you doing?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

"I'll join you on the bench. You go up first, and I'll take the back seat."

I rolled my eyes at Fu Feng and pointed towards the old house.

"There's no need to climb over the wall. Do you think this house is real?"

As I said that, I strode towards the steps. The vermilion door twisted, and my figure passed directly through the door.

"cut!"

Chen Qianqian glanced at Fu Feng with a look of disdain on her face, and then walked through the door.

Fu Feng scratched his head and had no choice but to follow him with an embarrassed look.

As the space in front of us changed, the three of us suddenly entered the mansion.

Chen Api was pushing a wheelbarrow in the yard, and in front of him stood an old butler with gray hair.

"Butler Huang, here are the fifty pounds of tofu you want,"

Chen Api said as he lifted the gauze off the tofu mold.

There was blood in the tofu mold, and there was a lot of blood and chicken feathers on it, which made me feel sick.

The old butler waved, and two boys came over and carried away a whole mold of tofu.

"What are you doing at home recently? We need so much tofu every day. Can you finish it?"

"There are many people in the house, and there is also a lot of food.

The ladies in my house have eaten the tofu you made and they are all full of praise."

The old butler replied with a non-smiling smile.

"Since the master and his wife like to eat, I will come here to deliver it to you every day."

Chen Api was very happy, thinking that this was a big deal.

"Butler Huang, look, I've been sending tofu to my house for three days. Can you pay me for the tofu?"

"Don't worry, I won't miss you."

A stiff smile appeared on the old housekeeper's face, and he took out a money bag from his waist.

I grabbed a handful of gold particles from the money bag.
Chapter completed!