Florence was very serious. The soybean milk mixed with soybean dregs was filtered to form pure soybean milk.
The next step was to cook it. After the cooked soybean milk was embellished with bittern, it would form tofu.
As early as the day before, Florence had already brought her servants to look for soil salt in the surroundings. Then, it would be filtered by water to form salt.
When the salt was poured into the pot bit by bit, the cooked soybean milk began to coagulate.
Florence felt a sense of accomplishment when she saw that she had succeeded on her first try. Although she had seen a certain auntie do it on the internet in her previous life, she had never done it herself.
Four hours later, as the tofu took shape, a rich fragrance of beans permeated the air. Feng Lin, the craftsmen, and the servants all sucked in a breath of air greedily.
"Everyone, come and have a taste. Everyone has a share!”
Florence cut the tofu into pieces and distributed them to everyone. She slowly picked up a piece and tasted it.
"Smells good!"
There were no ingredients, it was smooth and tender, and the fragrance lingered in his mouth.
Feng Lin looked at the white tofu in his bowl and started drooling. He impatiently placed it into his mouth and took a bite.
"Mmm, it's delicious!"
At this moment, Florence suddenly saw a golden light slide down from the sky and enter her body.
Although this golden light was not much, it was very dazzling. It was a reward from heaven and earth for improving the lives of the people and promoting the progress of the human race.
In the Grand Preceptor's residence, Wen Zhong was asking his disciple Ji Li about the progress of Lu Xiong's attack on Xi Qi.
Suddenly, he felt something strange in the sky. He hurriedly opened the three eyes on his forehead and saw a golden light falling into Zhaoge City.
"Merit, at the moment of life and death in Yinshang, there is actually merit descending. Who exactly is blessed by the Heavenly Dao?”
Wen Zhong could not help but be shocked. Ordinary people could not see it, but his third eye was the Heavenly Eye, which could see things that others could not.
In his eyes, a huge golden dragon of luck was hovering in the sky above Zhaoge City.
His head was originally drooping and he looked listless, like an old man who was about to reach the end of his journey.
Anyone could tell that their days were numbered.
Wen Zhong was an old minister of three dynasties, an important minister entrusted by the former king, and the teacher of King Zhou.
He knew Chaoge's situation better than anyone else. He wanted to turn things around, but he couldn't. He couldn't.
He, Wen Zhong, wanted to save Yinshang from danger and shoulder this calamity alone. He revived the court and sent troops to attack, but it was in vain.
However, when the merit fell from the sky, the originally listless Golden Luck Dragon suddenly looked as if it had taken an aphrodisiac. Its eyes were golden, and it even straightened its neck and roared at the sky.
This was because Zhang Fang was currently an official of the Shang Dynasty. He had improved the people's livelihood, so the people would naturally be grateful and love King Zhou. The Golden Dragon of Fate would no longer wither.
Wen Zhong looked at this scene. This old minister of three dynasties, who was usually awe-inspiring and a man of his word, suddenly burst into tears.
" My late king, take a look. Yinshang is saved…"
" Hahaha, God, Yinshang can't die…"
His eyes were filled with tears, but he opened his mouth and laughed loudly!
After half a day, Wen Zhong's roar came from the Grand Preceptor's residence,"
"Go and find him, no matter what.”
If Wen Zhong knew that the great sage he was talking about was the person he wanted to kill, Zhang Guifang, he wondered what he would think.
Perhaps Wen Zhong would spit out a mouthful of blood.
At this moment, Florence was eating a delicious tofu with a group of slaves, servants, and craftsmen. She was satisfied.
He looked at the happy smiles of the people around him and felt that he had done the right thing for the first time after transmigrating.
He was afraid of death, but seeing the rich in this world being high and mighty while the slaves lived in precarious conditions was something that a person in a peaceful era could not imagine.
Nobles were free to beat and scold their slaves. Even if they were beaten to death, they did not have to bear legal responsibility.
Slaves, land, cattle, sheep, and horses were all private property of the nobles, and no one was allowed to interfere.
"General, this tofu is too delicious!”
"Yeah, I didn't expect ordinary beans to be so delicious. Those old men probably haven't eaten them before!”
Florence had a smile on her face as she listened to the joy of the people around her. She opened the Enhancer and took a look at the merit points.
240000 points
In other words, he had earned 200000 enhancement points by making tofu.
After all, tofu only promoted the lives of the people and did not have much use in perfecting the Heavenly Dao. Therefore, it naturally could not allow Florence to become a saint.
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