After Fu Su finished speaking, he downed the fishy bean water in the bowl in one gulp. He did not waste the villagers 'hard work.
Then, Fu Su grabbed the remaining beans at the bottom of the bowl in his palm. He exerted force in his palm and instantly crushed the soft beans into bean dregs and soy milk.
The soy milk flowed into the bowl through the gaps between Fu Su's fingers. After the bean dregs were squeezed dry by Fu Su, Yu Huasheng fed them to the only old bull in the village.
To the old bull, this was a rare delicacy.
Sima Yi was a little stunned, his face filled with surprise.
He did not expect that in such a short period of time, Fu Su's internal energy had already gone from zero when he first met him to such a profound level that he could squeeze soy milk with his bare hands!
Although the beans soaked in water were soft and could be crushed by ordinary people, it was impossible for most people to squeeze them into bean dregs and soy milk.
Even some second-rate experts could only drain the water in the beans, but it was impossible to grind the beans into even bean dregs.
To be able to reach this step, he had to at least touch the threshold of a first-rate expert!
After cultivating for more than a month, he had gone from an ordinary person without any foundation to a quasi-first-class expert. What kind of monster was this master that he was loyal to?
After being stunned for a moment, Sima Yi calmed down. After all, in the Three Kingdoms Realm at the end of the Han Dynasty, Sima Yi was considered an experienced and knowledgeable person.
As for Yu Huasheng, Yu Huatian, and the villagers, they were completely stunned by Fu Su's move.
Especially the villagers. They did not pay much attention to Fu Su and his group at first, but now they focused all their attention on Fu Su.
They looked at the soybean milk that Fu Su had squeezed out with his bare hands, and their eyes were filled with curiosity and amazement.
"What…what is this? This old man has lived for most of his life, but he has never seen anything like this in beans!”
An old man approached Fu Su and asked curiously.
Moreover, his throat could not help but squirm. Although he did not know what it was, he instinctively felt that it must be delicious when he saw the milky white thing that was like goat's milk.
"Old man, this is soybean milk. You can boil it and drink it. You can also use it to make tofu.”
Fu Su smiled at the old man and poured some soy milk into the old man's empty bowl, indicating for him to drink it.
The old man drank the soy milk with an expectant expression. His eyes suddenly lit up and he nodded repeatedly.
"It's delicious. It's indeed a rare delicacy. It's much better than our bean water!”
Hearing the old man's words, the faces of the villagers all flashed with desire. They looked at the small bowl of soybean milk in Fu Su's bowl.
Seeing this, a bitter smile appeared on Fu Su's face."
"Well…if everyone wants to drink soy milk, it's too little to grind it with my hands.”
Fu Su was telling the truth. If he were to rely solely on his internal energy to make soy milk, he would not be able to supply the hundreds of people in the village even if he used up all his internal energy.
When the villagers heard Fu Su's words, the desire in their eyes gradually turned into disappointment.
Fu Su looked around and found a few round stone rollers in the grain-pounding field. His eyes lit up and he walked to the side of the stone rollers.
"Zheng Qing, lend me your sword!"
Fu Su said softly. Then, he took the Broken Water Sword from Ancestor Sunflower's hands. He circulated his internal strength to the limit and slashed at the stone roller.
With a crisp crack, the stone roller broke into several pieces, turning into stone slabs that were about an inch thick.
Everyone was once again stunned. They were so shocked by Fu Su's sword qi that they forgot to feel sorry for the stone roller that the villagers used to grind the grains.
Fu Su's expression was calm, and he was very impressed by the sharpness of the Broken Water Sword. If it wasn't for the Broken Water Sword, he wouldn't have been able to split mountains and rocks with just his inner energy.
Then, Fu Su borrowed some stonemason tools from the villagers. After using his internal strength to carve, he created the prototype of a stone mill.
Under the confused gazes of the villagers, Fu Su assembled the stone mill. After rinsing it with clean water, he gathered the beans in everyone's bowls and placed them into the mill.
Not long after, a milky white soybean milk flowed out of the grinding stone and into the bucket that Fu Su had placed beforehand.
After grinding all the beans, he obtained a large bucket of soybean milk. It was barely enough for the entire village to get some.
"Delicious, so delicious!"
"This is an eye-opener. This young man is really a benefactor!”
"Yeah, with this thing, we don't have to drink that smelly bean water anymore!”
After the villagers drank the soybean milk, they were full of praises and cheers. They were full of gratitude and admiration for Fu Su and regarded him as a noble person in the village.
"Everyone, remember that in the future, the soybean milk that is made from raw beans and water needs to be boiled before drinking. Otherwise, you will be poisoned.
Today, I didn't cook it because I used boiled beans to grind soybean milk.”
Fu Su solemnly informed the villagers, which made them nod their heads repeatedly. They immediately expressed that they would do as Fu Su said.
"Are there still raw beans? If you have some, bring some over."
Fu Su spoke again. The villagers who had tasted the sweetness immediately responded in unison and quickly brought over a small bag of raw beans.
Fu Su first soaked the beans in water for an hour. Then, under the shocked gazes of the villagers, he added water and ground a bucket of soybean milk.
Then, he filtered the raw soybean milk with linen and poured it into the clay pot for the villagers to boil.
After it boiled, Fu Su skimmed off the foam on the soybean milk and poured it into a square wooden plate. Then, he took out the salt that he had prepared beforehand and poured it into the soybean milk. He also covered it with a thin gauze.
Not long after, Fu Su removed the gauze in front of all the villagers. What appeared in front of everyone was a large square, white, solid object.
"This kind of thing is tofu. It can be made into soup or stewed with vegetables and salt. It's incomparably delicious!”
As Fu Su spoke, he asked Yu Huasheng and Yu Huatian to cook the tofu according to his own requirements and distribute it to the villagers.
This time, the villagers were even more shocked and excited than when they tasted the soy milk.
"Thank you for giving us such delicious food. The entire village is eternally grateful!”
Under the leadership of the village elders, the villagers even collectively knelt down in front of Fu Su to show their gratitude.
It was precisely because of the harsh food and economic conditions that they understood what Fu Su was teaching them!
"Villagers, get up quickly. There's no need to be like this. If you really want to thank me, spread the methods of these two things to more people and benefit the nearby villages.”
Fu Su said to the villagers. He felt a little satisfied that he could improve the villagers 'food and living conditions.
But even more, it was a heavy sense of responsibility. Because if he wanted to benefit the people of Qin and the world, to let the people of China live a good life and help the future, there was still a long way to go!
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