Those years of farming in the mountains

Chapter 2 A Bowl of Jade Insect Clothes (Please comment!)
Eating is never easy.

People's obsession with eating is also deep enough.

Anything that flies in the sky, runs on the ground, or swims in the water, needless to say, whether it can move or whether it is a living thing, as long as it can eat something, someone will always have the courage to bite it.

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 food after all, and if he can eat better, he will not refuse hypocritically.

During the first period of time when I came here, it was through eating this very common thing that I calmed down the strong uneasiness in my heart when I first arrived.

When I arrived at the kitchen, I washed a handful of fresh and emerald green vegetable leaves, and skillfully cut them into shreds with the back of the knife.

Start the stove, light the fire, and then scoop up two ladles of clear water from the water tank—different from the one large, three small and four water tanks outside, the one in front of me is not only bigger, but the water inside is also clear from the stone well. Warm and cool.

Using a wooden brush that was bundled into slender strips and bundled, he cleaned the black iron pot, and then picked up two firewood to make the fire in the stove burn more vigorously.

Tongues of fire poked out of the stove, licking the edge of the pot.

Add water and boil.

Pass the shredded green cabbage quickly in the pot, and quickly turn around and scoop up a handful of dark things from the dustpan on the wooden shelf next to it.

Submerged in boiling water, there was a loud gurgling sound.

With a bang, the wooden pot lid was tightly covered. He took the bowl containing shredded vegetables and put it in the wooden basin, wrapped in cool well water, waiting for it to cool down slowly.

What I'm going to cook at noon is not a famous dish, but there are some famous ones, called "Men Baigan". I remember hearing the old temple master mention this dish, and it has an elegant name, called Bikong Moyu.The combination of words that the farmer in Fangshan has never heard a few times is an ordinary dish that most people in the mountain have eaten.

With its sweet taste and refreshing taste, this dish is liked by many people, especially in the early spring when everything is recovering, most families will prepare one or two.

Taking advantage of his spare time, Chen Yu planted some in the backyard.

This is a vegetable that looks like a seedling, with tender green roots and long and narrow leaves.Excellent longevity, easy to cook.As long as it is buried in the ground, it can be pinched and picked in about one month.

It's just that he prefers the snow-white bud tips exposed after the leaves fall off when they are mature, compared to the slightly brittle stems.

White, tender and moist, like insects, like jade.The taste is sweet and refreshing. Whether you add some oil and salt and eat it raw, or soak it in the sun and steam it to make it so-called stuffy white dry, it is a rare delicacy in this mountain.

After a lot of busy work, it took a little effort, and Chen Yu finally sat down at the table with a bowl of green and black cold dishes.

It is said to be white dry, but in fact it does not appear white. Instead, it turns black after drying. Fortunately, it is steamed in water, and it is a bit pure like ink.

At this moment, the bowl of side dishes in front of him fit what Bikong Moyu said.

Without waiting any longer, Chen Yu filled the rice, made another bowl of thick rice soup and put it on the side, then picked up a stick and handed it to his mouth, chewed it lightly, and then planed a mouthful of rice.

"It's better to mix it raw, but after drying, I always feel that it lacks a bit of umami."

Not very satisfied, but better than dry pickles.

So he didn't get distracted anymore, he lifted his chopsticks vigorously, trying to calm his belly that had been rumbling all the time.

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Qingtai Mountain is located in the south of the Dahe River, close to the Lancang River, which is famous for its dangerous shoals.The only gap is back to the thick jungle, where there are countless snakes, insects and ferocious beasts, tall forests and ancient trees are everywhere, lush and lush, even standing 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.

Even some are exquisite and pocket-sized, far inferior to the towering heights of countless peaks and mountains in all directions.

Not to mention the beauty and magnificence.

Even the fact that a Taoist temple is built on the mountain is far from attracting attention, because it is too common.

Go east, north, south, thirty to fifty miles each, and with your eyes closed, you can find many Guanyu who also enshrine the true kings of all walks of life.

Without a sense of uniqueness, naturally it will not attract any pilgrims and philanthropists. As for those literati and poets who show off their poems everywhere, they rarely have contacts.

In fact, most of the Taoist temples in Xizhou are like this, and there is no difference.

Moreover, Yunhe Temple has no outstanding stories, and secondly, it has never walked out of the famous Taoist sect. It can only be ranked in the middle among dozens of temples around, and few people remember it.

But after all, there are still some differences, otherwise it would be impossible to pass on for five generations, especially in this year of turmoil and separation.

For more than 40 years, the emperors at the foot of the mountain have changed one crop after another, at least seven or eight. Together with the purple 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.So temples are newly built every day, but they are always ups and downs, turning up and down, like rootless duckweed being blown by the wind, rippling erratically in the messy beacon smoke.

Coupled with the fact that strong men emerge in large numbers and bandits are rampant, few can persist for decades.

It's just that all of this is at the bottom of the mountain, and has little to do with Yunhe Temple, which is supported by only one "monastery master" on Qingtai Mountain.

After lunch at this time, Chen Yu, who had just cleaned up the dishes, was exercising his body, taking a walk to digest food.

I walked around Guanyu twice, and first went to see the vegetable garden that has been reclaimed since the previous generation of Guanzhu was still alive, and has been repaired and maintained until today.I went to the half-acre square field that weeded and plowed hard in the morning to prepare for sowing spring wheat.

The vegetable garden is full of vitality. After all, in spring, the cold winter is far away, and the business is full of life.The small terraced land is full of vegetables of various colors, including familiar ones such as beans and green vegetables, as well as specialties such as jade insect clothing, white sticks, and orchid fruit.

Oh, by the way, Yuchongyi is the main raw material for making Menbaigan.

It can be seen that the corner of the vegetable garden, which was supposed to be green and sprouted and turned white, is already horrible at this time. The buds that have emerged have been picked clean, and the stems have been pinched to be taller and shorter, uneven.

Chen Yu didn't care, this thing was like the leek in his memory, it was very tough, and it would not take long for it to grow again.

Just have to find out the time, so as not to grow too long and directly sprout and blossom-then it will be too old to taste.

After walking around for a while, he was not in a hurry to dig the canals and fields as his stomach gradually lost his mood.Instead, he came to the bedroom and took a yellowed scripture book, lying on the wooden chair, and turned the book in his hand to the folded page in a comfortable posture, looking through it intently.

After digestion, it is natural to take a nap.

Chen Yu flipped through it, even though he had already read it once, he still read it with great interest and could not take his eyes off it.

Although the fonts are different from Chinese characters, they are similar in shape and equally square and powerful.Moreover, his predecessor had recited it since he was a child, and he who inherited the memory would naturally not be unfamiliar with it.

Turning his gaze back, he landed on the cover, and saw two characters written: Changfeng.

"Changfeng Jing", one of the only five Taoist books in Yunhe Temple, not only that, but also the name of the Taoist school in this world is not small, and most of the Taoist students have heard of it more or less.

Of course, this is not because it is extremely precious, but the real reason is that this Daoism scripture has spread too widely.

In other words, it sucks.

It is estimated that few Taoist temples will be missing.

Chen Yu thinks it's okay, the Yunhe Temple is just an ordinary small temple, so how can you expect to have the priceless treasure scriptures?

What's more, if the memory left by the previous life is correct, it seems that the world does not have all kinds of miraculous skills in the fantasy literature of the previous life.

There are rivers and lakes, there are martial arts, there are also martial arts such as flying over eaves and walls, splitting bricks and breaking wood.Only there is no high-martial supernatural power to move mountains and mountains, and the golden elixir fairy method that I can't help myself if I take a bite.

What's more, the inner family's true qi, the three treasures and the primordial spirit are not obvious at this time. Today's Taoist skills, one is practiced with a lot of strength like ordinary warriors, and the other is the so-called "eating qi and eating Xia" , Drink the dew and taste the wind-practice is a state of mind.

No matter how they are, they are still within the scope of the mundane, and they all rely on their own time-consuming and labor-intensive practice.

Therefore, whether the Taoist scriptures are precious or not is actually quite different.Its value depends more on the content, history, author, etc.

Even the most precious Taoist scriptures in the world cannot make people suddenly enlightened and soar in place at a glance.

Ever since, which book is not to read.

Furthermore, the fact that it can be spread widely in this prosperous world of Taoism at least shows that its content has been recognized by most Taoist disciples.Anyway, Chen Yu thinks the content of this "Long Wind Classic" is good, or in other words, in terms of the construction of a simple materialistic worldview and the idealism of faith, some statements are worth reading, and some of the words and sentences are quite meaningful.

There were a few passages that made him almost think that he was reading the famous Tao Te Ching.

It can only be said that in the process of exploring the deepest truths of the world, certain thoughts and perceptions will always be close.

Thinking of this, Chen Yu turned to the front page and glanced at the author of the scripture.

Mr. Mingxia.

He remembered that this porcelain statue seemed to have him (her) in the hall of worship, and its status was not low, second only to the statue of Tianzun.

Sure enough, those who can say such things are big bosses.

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