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Chapter 2 A Bowl of Jade Insect Clothes (please comment!)
Eating is never an easy task.
People’s obsession with eating is also deep enough.
Things that fly in the sky, things that run on the ground, things that swim in the water, no matter whether they can move or not, whether they are alive or not, as long as they can fill their mouths, there will always be people who have the courage to take a bite.
As for whether it is poisonous or not...it all depends on God.
Chen Yu's obsession with eating is far from that level, but he still likes delicious food. If he could eat better, he wouldn't refuse it pretentiously.
During the first time I came here, eating, a very common thing, calmed down the intense uneasiness in my heart when I first arrived.
When I got to the kitchen, I washed a handful of fresh green vegetable leaves and skillfully cut them into shreds against the back of a knife.
I turned on the stove, lit a fire, and then scooped two ladles of water from the water jar. Different from the four large, three and small water jars outside, the one in front of me was not only bigger, but the water in it was also brought from the stone well, so it was clear.
Warm and cool.
Using a wooden brush that was cut into long thin strips and bundled into a bundle, he rinsed the pitch black iron pot clean, and then picked up two pieces of firewood to make the fire in the stove burn brighter.
Tongues of flame poked out of the stove and licked the edge of the pot.
Add water and boil.
I quickly passed the green cabbage shreds in the pot, then turned around and fished out a handful of black stuff from the dustpan on the wooden stand next to it.
When it was sunk in the boiling water, it made a loud gurgling sound.
There was a clang sound, and the wooden pot lid was tightly covered. He took the bowl of shredded vegetables and placed it in the wooden basin, surrounded by the cool well water, waiting to cool down slowly.
The dish we are going to make this lunch is not a famous dish, but it does have some reputation. It is called (menbaigan). In my memory, I heard an old patron talk about it. There is also an elegant name for this thing, called blue sky and black jade. Farmer in the mountains
Words that I have never heard of a few times are put together, but they are common dishes that most people in the mountain have eaten.
With its sweet taste and refreshing texture, this dish is loved by many people. Especially in the early spring when everything comes to life, most families will have one or two on hand.
Taking advantage of his free time, Chen Yu planted some in the backyard.
This is a vegetable that looks like a seedling. It has green roots and long and narrow leaves. It has excellent growth properties and is not difficult to cook. It only needs to be buried in the ground and can be picked in about a month.
But compared to the slightly brittle stem body, he prefers the snow-white bud tips exposed after the leaves fall off when mature.
White, tender and moist, insect-like, and jade-like. The taste is sweet and refreshing. Whether it is eaten raw with some oil and salt, or dried and marinated in the sun and then steamed to make the so-called stuffy white dry, it is a rare delicacy in this mountain.
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After a lot of busy work and some effort, Chen Yu finally sat down at the table with a bowl of mixed green and black cold dishes.
It is said to be white-dried, but in fact it does not appear white. Instead, it turns a little black after drying. Fortunately, after being steamed, it becomes a bit as pure as ink.
At this moment, the bowl of side dishes in front of me is in line with the description of Blue Sky Moyu.
Without waiting any longer, Chen Yu filled the bowl with rice, made another bowl of thick rice soup and put it aside. Then he picked up one and put it in his mouth, chewed it gently, and then took a bite of the rice.
"It tastes better when mixed raw. After drying, I always feel that it lacks a bit of umami."
Not very satisfied with it, but it's better than dry pickled vegetables.
So he stopped being distracted and vigorously picked up his chopsticks to soothe his rumbling belly.
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Qingtai Mountain is located to the south of the river, close to the Lancang River, which is famous for its dangerous shoals. It surges for more than a thousand miles, and the entire mountain is surrounded on three sides. The only gap is that it backs into the vast jungle, where there are countless snakes, insects and beasts.
There are ancient trees all over the fields and they are so lush that even if you stand on the top of the mountain, it is difficult to see them all at a glance.
Although the river is dangerous, the mountain is just a hill.
There are even some exquisite and small ones, which are far inferior to the towering heights of countless peaks and ridges in all directions.
Not to mention the beauty and beauty.
Even the fact that a Taoist temple was built on the mountain is far from attracting attention, because it is too common.
Go east, north, and south, thirty to fifty miles each way, and you can find many temples that also worship the true kings of all walks of life with your eyes closed.
It has no sense of uniqueness, so it naturally attracts few pilgrims and philanthropists. As for the literati and poets who go around showing off their poetry, they rarely interact with it.
In fact, most Taoist temples in Xizhou are like this, with no difference.
Moreover, Yunhe Temple has no illustrious stories, and it has never had any famous Taoist celebrities. Among the dozens of temples around it, it can only be ranked in the middle, with few people praising it and remembering it.
But after all, there are still some differences, otherwise it would not have been passed down for five generations, especially in this time of turmoil and tragedy.
For more than forty years, the emperors at the foot of the mountain have changed one after another, at least seven or eight. Together with the purple and gold glazed crown in Jianye City, I don't know how many people have worn it.
The world is in chaos, and the people place their hopes on ghosts and gods. Therefore, temples are built every day, but they always rise and fall, swirling and dying, like rootless duckweeds being blown by the wind, rippling unsteadily in the chaotic smoke of beacon fires.
Coupled with the emergence of strong men and rampant banditry, few can persist for decades.
It's just that all of this is at the foot of the mountain and has little to do with Yunhe Temple, which is supported by only one "monastery owner" on Qingtai Mountain.
At this time, after lunch, Chen Yu, who had just put away the dishes, was stretching his body and taking a walk to eat.
I walked around the temple twice, first to see the vegetable garden that had been cultivated when the previous temple owner was still alive and has been repaired and maintained until today. Then I went to the semi-cultivation garden where I had worked hard in the morning to weed and plow in preparation for sowing spring wheat.
acres of square fields.
The vegetable garden is full of life. After all, in spring, the cold winter is gone and the business is full of things. The small terraced land is full of vegetables of all kinds, including familiar ones such as beans and green vegetables, as well as jade insects, white sticks, and orchids.
Tingguo is a specialty of this world.
Oh, by the way, Yuchongyi is the main raw material for making Menbaigan.
You can see that the corner of the vegetable garden, which should have been green and with white sprouts, is now in a terrible state. All the sprouts have been plucked, and the stems have been pinched to become taller and shorter, making them uneven.
But Chen Yu didn't care. This thing was like the leek in his memory. It was very resilient and it wouldn't take long for it to grow again.
You just need to determine the time to avoid overgrowing and sprouting, blooming and fruiting - then it will be too old and not delicious.
After walking around for a while, the feeling of euphoria gradually disappeared from his stomach. He did not rush to dig ditches and dig fields. Instead, he went to the bedroom and took a yellowing scripture book. He lay on the wooden chair and flipped through the book in his hand with a comfortable posture.
Go to the folded page and look carefully at it.
After digestion, it’s naturally time to take a nap.
Chen Yu flipped through it, even though he had read it once, he still read it with gusto and couldn't take his eyes off it.
Although the font is different from Chinese characters, it is similar in shape, equally square and powerful. And since the predecessor had read it since he was a child, he would naturally not recognize it because he had inherited the memory.
His eyes turned back and fell on the cover, where he saw two words written: Chang Feng.
"Changfeng Jing" is one of the only five Taoist books in Yunhe Temple. Not only that, it is also famous among Taoists in this world, and most Taoist disciples have heard of it to some extent.
Of course, this is not because it is extremely precious, but the real reason is that this Taoist scripture has been widely circulated.
In other words, the streets are in ruins.
It is estimated that few Taoist temples will be lacking.
Chen Yu thought it was okay. Yunhe Temple was just an ordinary small temple, so how could he expect to possess the priceless Book of Treasures?
What's more, if the memory left by the predecessor is correct, it seems that the various magical skills in the fantasy literature of the previous life do not exist in this world.
There are rivers and lakes, there are martial arts, there are fighting skills such as climbing over eaves and walls, splitting bricks and breaking wood. But there is no magical magical power that can move mountains and mountains, and there is no golden elixir magic that can control your fate in one mouthful.
What's more, the inner family's true energy, the Three Treasures Yuan Shen and other theories are not apparent at this time. Today's Taoist skills are as strong as those of ordinary warriors, and the other is the so-called Qi Shi Xia
, drink dew and taste the wind - practice it to be the state of mind.
No matter what, both of them are still within the scope of the ordinary world, and they all rely on their own time and effort to practice hard.
Therefore, whether the Taoist scriptures are precious or not actually varies greatly. Its value depends more on the content, history, author, etc.
Even the most precious Taoist scriptures in the world cannot make people reach spiritual enlightenment and ascend from the same place at a glance.
So, whatever book you look at is not reading.
Furthermore, the fact that it can be widely circulated in this world where Taoism is prosperous at least shows that its content has been recognized by most Taoist disciples. Anyway, Chen Yu feels that the content of this "Changfeng Jing" is excellent, or in other words, in terms of simple materialism,
Regarding the construction of a world view and the idealistic aspects of placing beliefs, some of the statements are worth noting, and some of the words and phrases are quite meaningful.
There were some passages that made him almost think he was reading the famous Tao Te Ching.
It can only be said that in the process of exploring the deepest principles of heaven and earth, certain thoughts and perceptions will always come closer.
Thinking of this, Chen Yu turned to the homepage and looked at the author of the scripture.
Ming Xia Gong.
He remembered that this person seemed to have a porcelain statue of him (her) in the enshrinement hall, and his status was not low, second only to the statue of Tianzun.
Sure enough, those who can say such things are all big guys.