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Chapter 49 is in the big news [Please recommend and collect]
Twenty or thirty city dwellers came one after another during the weekend, mostly driving. There were three or four cars parked here in Li Feng Taolin. Professor Zhao's family of three drove a small car, a business car, and...
A BMW 7 Series.
Li Feng looked around and swallowed secretly. Here, Zhao Jianguo led his wife and daughter, holding bird-watching glasses, along the mountain road to the reservoir. Several elderly people in the yard were invited by Lin Ying to take advantage of the good weather.
We watched the white crane together. We have been here for many days, but we didn’t see the crane that symbolizes longevity and auspiciousness. Yesterday, I felt a little regretful about growing old. It’s so good today. The sun’s rays have faded after being washed by the rain. We walked on the natural path set up by trees and rattans.
I'm not afraid of the heat under the pergola.
Li Feng sent Professor Zhao and his family away, went into the house and put the peaches he prepared yesterday into a basket and placed them at the entrance of the peach forest. He passed by and could eat one if he was thirsty. As for the watermelon, he did not cut it into pieces because he was afraid of attracting ants and bees.
I'll tell you later. Li Feng accompanied his father Li Shan to pick dozens of watermelons in the morning and now they are placed in the yard.
Thinking about what Lin Ying said in the morning, Li Feng took his writing brush and a piece of wood from the old yard and wrote a few big words "Free trial." Last time he placed it outside the Taolin, people in the city were stunned.
Li Feng was still surprised that no one was moving. Only when he heard what Lin Ying said today did he understand.
I came here to watch birds these weekends. Everyone was holding bird-watching glasses in their hands. Lin Ying looked at it and was quite surprised. These bird-watching glasses are not cheap. Swarovski, German Zeiss, Leica, they cost tens of thousands.
Lin Ying likes this stuff. She checked a lot of information. She bought Schwarzman for RMB 15,000. You must know that any lens costs RMB 4,000 to 5,000. Besides, when I come here to watch birds, I mostly do some research. Retired people,
Or professors like Zhao Jianguo. The college students who came here last time were not only of high quality, but also had a little money in their pockets. How could someone take your food and eat it at will?
Understanding this, Li Feng smiled bitterly and shook his head. How could he have forgotten that he was not a fellow villager from outside the village? When he was thirsty while walking, he would pick a watermelon and peaches to quench his thirst. These habits were not common among people in the city. He had forgotten them after living in Beijing for several years.
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After Li Feng was busy with these things, he took the book, read it, poured a bowl of Baihua wine, and wrote some sketches. There is wine in life, and you can have a leisure time, and you can have fun as you like. Kuang Dui Shou, turtles, immortals and cranes dance, as if the pot is drunk. Silkworm Mountain
In the village, Taolin Courtyard, it was the beginning of summer and the Ming Dynasty. Looking back in front of the bottle, it was May 12th last year. It was still the twelfth month of May last year. The peach grove was still there, and the bamboo platform was used to hide in books, and there was no Huai family in my mind.
The faint sound of piano playing on the computer is a bit like mountains and rivers. I lie down slightly, with the lazy sunshine spreading over my body.
"Here, please, is Xiaobao here?" Li Fukui led a few people into the peach forest. Li Feng stood up quickly and let them into the courtyard. He made tea and poured it for several people. Li Feng was a little confused. Who are these people?
The guy from the radio station looked at the guys carrying the cameras.
"I'm not busy. We came here this time to interview you about the process of discovering the red-crowned crane." The man in his thirties waved his hand and told Li Feng, who was about to get the peaches, to sit down and talk.
"Xiaobao, this is reporter Liu from the provincial station. Please sit down and talk carefully." Li Fukui stood up and held a watermelon to wash by the pool. He went into the house and killed it with a kitchen knife, letting a few people eat. "Have a taste of this.
This is the first melon in my village." Li Fukui was not polite at all. Seeing how serious he was, they took a bite and their eyes lit up. It was cool and sweet, with a hint of fragrance. This melon is watermelon.
It was only medium-rare, and Li Shan was afraid of the bumpy journey when people bought it back. Most of them were medium-rare, not very rare, and they were eaten at home or to entertain guests. Li Fukui didn't know about this place, but it has less sweetness and is quite delicious.
and manly taste.
"Not bad, soil fertilizer?" Reporter Liu took a bite and exclaimed. It has a pure watermelon flavor. It has been a long time since I tasted it. It tastes a little like when I was a kid.
"Yes, watermelons are good for fertility. My family has entered the third major car this year." Li Feng smiled faintly, but said nothing, feeling quite proud in his heart. He watched several masters beside him eating melons piece by piece, and declined with just now,
Compared to my careful thoughts, this moment seems much more sincere.
"This melon isn't quite ripe. It's better for you to pick it than for your father." Li Fukui took a few bites and looked at the white flesh of the melon and asked.
"My dad, these are going to be sold. My dad is afraid that if they are too ripe, they will break due to bumps on the road. The ripe melons are in the bamboo basket." Li Feng was depressed. Before I said anything, the melons were broken and they were all eaten.
Most of the time, what are you talking about?
"It's okay. This melon is good, with a light sweetness. It's just right. When I leave, I'll buy a few to take home for my family to try." Reporter Liu waved his hands and was quite impressed by Li Feng's father. The people in the mountains are really simple.
ah.
"You kid." As he said this, Li Fukui took out a washed melon from the bamboo basket and chopped it open. The flesh of the melon was as red as blood, and the seeds were like black jade. The water was rustling, and the flesh of the melon was ripe. Li Fukui struck it three or two times.
Cut into eight large pieces, each weighing more than a pound. "Everyone eat this, it will be absolutely sweet."
"No, you're too polite, Secretary Li." Although the old man has a big belly, he just ate one piece and there is another piece, and he really can't eat the rest.
Just in time, Mr. Lin and others came back, one person at a time. In just over ten minutes, a lot of ants had already attracted to the ground. Reporter Liu was amazed and said that this melon is good.
Li Fukui planned to give some melons to the family when they left. After all, it was not just for the sake of publicity for Li Jiagang.
After eating the melon, they became familiar with each other, and while chatting, they seemed to have forgotten about the interview. Li Fukui was secretly anxious, but it was inconvenient to talk, for fear of making others unhappy.
"Okay, masters, it's time to eat and work." Reporter Liu has the demeanor of a big man from Shandong. Several masters rushed to get their vacation tools. When the interview began, Li Fukui was a little nervous. He leaned against Li Feng and whispered, "Xiaobao, I see
, I won’t go up, Miss Lin, you two said."
"Uncle, how can you do this? You are the secretary of Lijiagang." Li Feng looked at his usually quite dignified uncle, with beads of sweat on his forehead, nervous and secretly happy in his heart.
"Well, if you don't say a few words for me about this," Li Fukui looked at the dark camera and felt unreasonable in his heart. He couldn't be ranked as a secretary in the mountains, so he wanted to appear on the provincial radio station for news.
Some are like a dream.
At the end of the process, Reporter Liu became anxious and wrote a note. Fortunately, Li Fukui still recognized a few words. He arranged his clothes carefully and read the note several times. It seemed like that.
Li Feng briefly talked about the process of his discovery. Of course, as the current director of the reserve and a college student village official, Lin Ying stepped forward and said a few words. However, what made Li Feng sweat was that this girl never talked about environmental protection. This
Everything has become a habit. When looking for a husband in the future, I don’t know whether I should first check whether it is wild and whether it is environmentally friendly.
After the interview, Reporter Liu packed up and wanted to go back. Li Fukui looked at the time and saw that it was past eleven o'clock. No matter what, he refused to let him go. At noon, a table was set up in the courtyard at Taolin. Li Fukui, Li Shan, a few old people, and
A few reporters, the Eight Immortals table was not used this time. The round dining table Li Feng bought was pulled out, and about ten people could sit on it.
Li Feng helped Zhang Lan. Lin Ying came to help, but she cut her hand while washing fish. Li Feng saw a black line on the side. This girl didn't understand at all. Forget it, go ahead. "Red
The potion is in the desk drawer in my room. "Yesterday, I made a catfish soup pot with catfish and tofu. I braised a carp, stir-fried the eel segments, added a lot of red pepper and Sichuan peppercorns, and the taste was extremely attractive, plus the eel raised in spring water.
, tender and crispy, so many people couldn’t put down their chopsticks.
Several side dishes are also quite outstanding. Mung bean sprouts mixed with vermicelli. The vermicelli was brought back by Li Feng when he visited his grandmother a few days ago. It is mixed with pure handmade sweet potato flour. Use warm water to peel the vermicelli and boil it in a pot of boiling water until soft. The mung bean sprouts are made by themselves.
The bottom is tender, except for the bean skin, which should be soaked in boiling water to keep it crispy.
Shred carrots, add shredded green onions, minced garlic, soy sauce, a little sesame oil, and finally sprinkle with minced coriander as usual. Li Feng stretched his head and looked outside, pinched and tasted, and came back after being bandaged. Lin Ying looked at her.
, glared with disdain. "Hey, it tastes salty, how about you try it?"
"Huh, aunt, let me help you serve the food." Lin Ying was too lazy to pay attention to this person, ran to Zhang Lan and said with a smile. "No, no, you sit down to eat, how can you let the guests do it? It's enough with Xiaobao here.
." Zhang Lan was making soup at the moment and waved her hands repeatedly.
"I think you should forget it. It's just a small matter if you burn your hands while pouring. If you break the soup bowl, people won't be able to eat." Li Feng put the soup on the plate, ordered some mature vinegar, peppercorns and chili oil, and mixed it all.
"Auntie, look at this person." Lin Ying was trembling with anger. This person is not that bad. Besides, burning her hands is a trivial matter. She only cares about the food in the bowl. She is a foodie. No, she is a swindler.
No, this man is good-for-nothing and perverted. "Xiaobao, what are you talking about? Xiaoying, don't pay attention to him. He is such an adult, but his mouth is still so poor." Zhang Lan glared at his son. How could he say he was a guest, even though he helped every time?
It's a disservice, but isn't it embarrassing to say this?
Li Feng was too lazy to pay attention to this person and began to pull shredded radish. These were buried in the cellar by Li Shan in the late autumn of last year. Li Feng had picked some these days and they were still tender. Shredded radish is the favorite dish for people in the mountains to go with wine.
Cheap things, for a few yuan, someone will give you a snakeskin bag, which weighs ten pounds. These are not oversized. There is no need. Folks in the countryside, before the radish harvest, every family along the mountain road has a bag. Haha, last year, Li
The Shan family bought four bags, and when people came over, you must be embarrassed to say no. This went back and forth, three or four, and in the end Li Shan couldn't laugh or cry.
What Li Feng is making right now is to mix shredded radish, water radish, and carrot, and pull them into shreds. There is no need to boil the water, just add salt, knead out the water, and let the shredded radish soften. Then he cooks it, and it tastes crisp.
Li Feng’s cold salad skills are really not mentioned, plus there are already four dishes on the side, preserved egg tofu, lotus root slices and cucumber.
The four appetizers started, which are definitely good drinks. "It tastes good, haha." Li Feng tried to say it louder so that Lin Ying could hear it.
"Humph." Lin Ying snorted coldly, cursing the foodie in her heart, looking at Zhang Lan, she could only mutter in her heart.
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You can try it, it’s appetizing, it’s quite good, the raw materials are cheap, it’s just right to eat at this time. Finally, as usual, I ask for recommendations and collections. There are too few recommendations. How can I say 1,000 collections? There are 1,000 tickets for one person and one vote. It’s only one now.
There are over a hundred of them, and the famous kiln makes me want to cry without tears. The great master is not short of that one, give it to the famous kiln, please.
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