Chapter 51: Sophora flower steamed rice is not reluctant
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Chapter 51: Sophora japonica steamed rice [Please recommend, collect it if you like, click it on the bookshelf]
ps: Looking at the new book list, Mingyao is a little sad. Maybe the local genre is too niche and not many people read it. The recommendation clicks can’t be listed. It keeps getting popular all the way up, and the ranking is getting lower and lower. Really, I feel a little depressed.
.If you don’t tell me, I’d like to ask for some recommendations. Let’s just take pity on a poor guy who spends six or seven hours coding every day.
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Dou points to the southeast, and the dimension is the beginning of summer. All things grow up here, so it is called the beginning of summer. It was just dawn in the morning, Li Feng rubbed his sleepy eyes, yawned, and looked at the time at four-thirty.
"Mom, it's too early. I just wanted to wash my face." Li Feng had a big headache from Lin Ying yesterday. This girl was injured. She made the last garbage bin by herself. She made six of them, and she even raised her tired hands.
I couldn't get up, but I felt quite proud when I looked at the green drum with bamboo slices. However, I couldn't let the wounded go when it came to the arrangement. I ran back and forth several times and was busy all afternoon. I was very tired.
Sweat pours.
"You, how many times a year can you go, go quickly, your father will call you Uncle Lin and the others, go quickly." Zhang Lan pushed his son, who was dangling, and rolled his eyes angrily.
Why are my children getting lazier and lazier? What will happen in the future?
"Yes, yes, I'll go and wash my face in the river, pick a willow from the branches of the willow tree, and a flower in front of the locust tree. The roses are blooming and the beauty is charming." Li Feng read a few lines of crooked poetry, no, does even poetry count?
, jingle, these are the old customs of Lijiagang people celebrating the Beginning of Summer, but there are too many young people outside.
At the beginning of summer, the weather begins to get warmer. It is customary to wash your face with cold water in the river at the beginning of summer. This will prevent you from getting a heat stroke in the summer. This is the blessing of He Bo. It is quite mythical to say that Zhang Lan washed his face early. This
Bian Li Feng called twice, but he came late. Li Shan looked at his son from a distance, with sleepy eyes and shook his head. The child was getting more and more tired.
"Uncle Lin, Uncle Wang, Uncle Cheng, Lin Ying, good morning." He yawned and looked at the black-eyed Lin Ying. Li Feng suppressed a smile, haha, this girl has gotten up so early in two days, it seems that she is very good.
I can't stand it anymore, dark circles appear under my eyes, hahaha.
"What are you laughing at?" He glared at Li Feng, found a place by himself, picked up some river water with one hand and slapped it on his face. Not to mention the cool water, his spirit was shaken.
Li Feng held the river water and looked at the river. He spent the beginning of summer at home this year, okay. After washing his face, Li Feng and a group of people went to Hewanzi to pick willow branches. This willow branch is not just any willow branch, this one
The willow tree, which is said to be the mother of willow trees in Lijiagang, has grown to be as thick as an arm and its age cannot be verified. Although it has been struck by lightning, it still remains standing.
"There are thousands of willow branches in the Qingjiang River. Thirty years ago, I said goodbye to my old friend on the old Banqiao bridge. I hate that the yin and yang are separated from each other today." Mr. Lin walked across the stone bridge and sang a changed poem about willow branches, which made Li Feng very fond.
Some lamented that he was not like this. He once said goodbye to the beauty on the bridge and hated the beauty for marrying a married woman. It can be said that he was sad to be separated. Li Feng shook his head. He had never regretted it. Why should he behave like a woman.
Many people had gathered in front of the willow tree. Zhang Lan had been in line early and watched Li Feng come over and waved. The second master was wearing a Tang suit today. As the oldest old man today, he presided over most of these ceremonies. Others could not suppress the scene.
Yes. Sometimes the women in the village are quite cute. If the family has something to do, they will help wash the vegetables or cook without a second thought, but usually trivial matters can cause a big fuss.
"Let's begin." The firecrackers lit up and crackled, startling a group of water birds. There were actually a few woodpeckers in the big willow tree. They were frightened and flew up. One of them accidentally injured its wing by the firecrackers.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Li Feng grabbed Lin Ying. This girl, this is not an electric light cannon. It is a so-called safety firecracker. The homemade firecrackers used here are so powerful that they can explode in the face. This is no joke.
Especially the dozen or so arms in the middle are absolutely powerful.
"You didn't see that the woodpecker was injured. Let go. Did you hear it?" Lin Ying watched the little bird struggling in the firecrackers, and felt like a knife, but Li Feng held on tightly. Is it a woodpecker or a human being?
Importantly, Li Feng was not blown away. The firecrackers were finally set off, and the woodpecker was already dead. Lin Ying stared at Li Feng, holding the woodpecker that smelled of gunpowder in her hand. It had lost a lot of feathers and had a trace of meat.
fragrant.
"Look, look, it's you who killed it, it's you." After saying that, he ran away from the village, leaving Li Feng with an innocent look on his face. As for the villagers looking at the figure running away, they were quite puzzled.
I'm complaining, but I'm not from Lijiagang, so I have nothing to do with it.
"What's wrong?" Li Shan had been beside the second master just now and didn't pay much attention here. He watched Lin Ying hiding her face and running away while crying. Her face was quite ugly. What happened to her son? He didn't know that he was engaged.
"This..." Li Feng couldn't help crying. This was a serious matter. After saying this, Li Shan was stunned for a moment, his expression was the same as Li Feng's. The father and son were quite speechless and had unclear emotions.
"Let's go, branches, I got them, one for each of you, here you go, hey, where is this girl Xiaoying?" Zhang Lan handed the branches to several old people, Li Feng and Li Shan, and there were two left in his hand, one
Look, Lin Ying was not there, so she asked doubtfully.
Li Feng looked at a few people looking at him in confusion, and could only say what he said to Li Shan again. Zhang Lan smiled bitterly, but Lin Lao and the others seemed to be a little different. Li Feng didn't know whether what he did was right or wrong, Woodpecker
When it dies, the other one is wailing, and the smell of gunpowder fills the air, slowly dissipating until it becomes inaudible.
"Xiaobao, let's pick some acacia flowers." Looking at the acacia flowers like snowballs, Cheng Lao was moved. In May, the acacia flowers bloomed, like snow and butterflies. The gentle breeze created waves, and the floating balconies were lined up. It was clear in bursts.
Fangqin, a graceful angel has come. I ask you why? You are innocent in this world.
The flowers of the Sophora japonica tree bloom and are full of fragrance. The Sophora japonica flowers are sweet and fragrant. They are rich in vitamins and minerals. They also have the functions of clearing away heat and detoxifying, cooling the blood and moisturizing the lungs, lowering blood pressure and preventing strokes. They are edible.
After picking, they make soup, bibimbap, make dumplings, and mainly steam the sophora japonica flowers, which is the most evocative. Several old people talked and recalled all the past, especially the three years of natural disasters when they didn’t have enough to eat.
Eat rice with elm money, and smell the scent of locust flowers after spring. But it is a life-saving thing. Now I think about it, those days were bitter, but with a hint of sweetness.
At noon, Zhang Lan worked hard to make Sophora japonica steamed rice, adding flour, dried small shrimps, wrapping, steaming, and a faint floral fragrance. Several elderly people were particularly excited when smelling the scent of Sophora japonica steamed rice, like children, holding bowls
Waiting aside, Li Feng smiled to himself when he saw it, old kid, old kid, getting more and more kid.
After all, harvesting of Sophora japonica requires timing. The petals are about to open or just bloom. The flowers have been open for a long time and are about to fall off. The taste is quite dry. The flowers are not open because the flower bones are too tender and it is difficult to make steamed rice.
The white and soft petals of Sophora japonica make people salivate when they see it. When you put it to your nose and smell it, it is even more fragrant, refreshing and quite intoxicating.
Several elderly people recalled three years of natural disasters and stories about the "May 9th" period. Li Feng was listening on the side. As a person born in the 1980s, Li Feng could be considered the last train to catch up with the unbearable poverty life in China. The wind is coming in the mountains.
Later, I had vague memories of those difficult lives intermittently during my childhood, vaguely remembering the hardships of life at that time.
Li Feng was not in a hurry to ask Zhang Lan to help him pick up some locust flower steamed rice. Perhaps his memory was a little far away. Li Feng didn't realize how sweet the locust flower steamed rice was. Looking at the elderly people, his parents looked like they were reminiscing with joy. Li Feng was living with him.
The sulky Lin Ying picked up her chopsticks from time to time, but rarely took a few bites.
"What's wrong, you two, eat, it tastes delicious, very delicious." Uncle Cheng looked at the two juniors beside him, a little carelessly, rolling his eyelids, and showing a lack of interest.
"Well, you can keep eating. I ate too much in the morning and I'm not very hungry." Li Feng responded. Lin Ying looked a little angry and ate a few pieces. It didn't seem that bad. It had a light floral aroma and was mixed with sesame oil.
The sauce is pretty good.
In the afternoon, Li Shan cut baskets of sweet potato seedlings from the greenhouse and planted sweet potatoes and mung beans in the beginning of summer. There is a saying that if you sow melons, you will get melons, and if you sow beans, you will get beans. This also comes from here.
Several old people had nothing to do, so they went to the fields together. The land was turned over, but no ridges were made. Li Feng and Li Shan took shovels and were responsible for piling up the big ridges as the main force. The three old men behind were responsible for repairs and fine work.
Zhang Lan planted the rice seedlings, and Lin Ying seemed a little embarrassed to live and eat in other people's homes. She wanted to help, but Zhang Lan stopped her. The wound on her hand hadn't healed yet, but it couldn't be broken again. Finally, she looked at Lin Ying and was really surprised.
Determined, Zhang Lan taught Lin Ying step by step how to plant the rice seedlings. This is the simplest, just grasp the distance correctly and keep the leaves of the rice seedlings pointing upward.
Lin Ying was not stupid, and she learned the lesson well after a few minutes. Zhang Lan looked at it and nodded, then carried a bucket to the ditch to fetch water. The seedlings had to be watered in time. In one afternoon, seven people came to one acre of land.
After everything was done, ordering the beans was the simplest thing. Zhang Lan saw that it was getting late and went back to cook. Li Shan led Li Feng, a few old people, and Lin Ying, who thought he was interested in farming,
Start planting mung beans. The place is not big, half an acre of land on the edge of the hillside. A few people hold small shovels in their hands, dig a small hole, and put a few mung bean seeds. These seeds were soaked and germinated the day before, and the soil was dug out.
Use a shovel to break it up, water it first, cover it with soil, and add a little water to make the soil moist.
Li Shan was quite amused when he saw a few people digging holes and ordering beans randomly and in no particular order, but there was no need to care too much about mung beans. In the past, when it rained, he would just throw a few handfuls on the ground at will, and he would get a full harvest in late summer and early autumn.
Little Douzi, you can eat it next summer to make mung bean porridge and mung bean soup, which are the holy grails to beat the summer heat.
When Li Feng was a child, every summer, his grandfather would take Li Feng to pick tender mung beans and make mung bean cakes. He was very excited at that time, looking forward to eating mung bean cakes every day.
Mung bean pancakes are easy to make. Simply crush the tender mung beans into flat pieces, add starch, and stir into a batter. Use a drain to make a pancake shape that is larger than your fingernail. Thinly take it out of the pan and mix with mashed garlic and shredded cucumber.
Coriander, that smell, Li Feng is drooling just thinking about it now. I can’t say, I’ll try some this year, Li Feng thought while digging a hole, but he didn’t find dozens of seeds put into one hole.
"Xiaobao, what are you doing? Look at the hole you filled with mung beans." Li Shan looked at his son, half-heartedly doing some work, really.
"Ah, this is..." Looking at the beans in the pit, Li Feng's face turned red and he didn't dare to look up at the people around him.
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