Those years of farming in the mountains

Chapter 7 Mushroom and Deer Bamboo (Please comment!)

When the sun came to noon, I didn't feel it when I was hiding in the forest and looking around, but when I came out, I suddenly realized that the sun on the top was already shining brightly.

The sky in March is not blazing, but compared with Ladong, it is already a bit warmer.Fortunately, the position at the foot is relatively high, and the wind on the top of the mountain blows against the face, blowing away the heat.

Thanks to his perseverance in the past few months, although his martial arts has not improved, his physique has been strengthened a lot, his complexion is rosy and healthy, and he finally looks like a young man.

Unlike before, he was bloody and angry, and looked weak after recovering from a serious illness.

On the top of the mountain, Chen Yu squatted on the big bluestone and rested for a while.Although the sun was covered in the dense forest, it was still a bit sweltering. In addition to the need to avoid the hooks and entanglements of tree branches and thorny bushes, I sweated a lot, and the clothes on my back were soaked, as if I could squeeze out water.

But it's all worth it.

Pulling over the pannier that was placed next to it, I saw that the originally empty interior had already been packed thickly.

Red, yellow, and white are mixed together, some mushrooms are as beautiful and clean as snow, and some are stained with mud and dew, but they all exude a natural smell of mushrooms, mixed with muddy and grassy fragrance, faintly Yes, not strong.

Chen Yu stretched out his hands and rubbed the two mushrooms on the palm of his hand, feeling satisfied.

The body of the basket is not big, and it is not full, but it is roughly estimated that it weighs three to four catties at least, and it will definitely be enough for three or five meals.

Speaking of which, he hasn't eaten wild mushrooms for a long time.

In an instant, he couldn't help but walk through a long list of steaming dishes in his head, including the recipes in his hometown in his previous life, and the local dishes in Qingtai that he had tasted before.

It makes people move their index fingers.

"Let's go, let's cook a bowl of Baixian soup first!"

It has to be said that the forest products after the rain are really rich. He actually gave up a lot along the way, and only picked those delicious or easy to cook based on memory, so he still picked a lot.

Yes, come again next time!

It's a pity that I couldn't find the medicine for Baiyunsan. The main medicine, Tangerine Silver Fruit, was available. Chen Yu naturally wanted to try his luck in the woods. When he walked down, he didn't see half of them.

Uh, that's not right, he actually saw half of it.

It was just a slow step, unable to rescue him.

"Speaking of which, there are sika deer in this forest?"

Looking back at the woods, Chen Yu seemed to be able to vaguely see the smoky brown deer dotted with plum blossom patterns from the green shade.

Young and light in stature.

Looking back, the other party didn't seem to be afraid of strangers at all, he came up to him bouncing around, tilted his head and glanced with those big black eyes, then in front of him, planted the plant that was only a few feet away. Xu's medicinal materials are contained in the mouth.

Chewed, swallowed, and even burped in the end.

Then he stared again, and leaned in front of Chen Yu to sniff twice. Finally, he seemed to find that the upright creature in front of him was not interesting, and wagging his short furry tail, Shi Shiran turned and left.

"It feels more like a silly roe deer than a sika deer."

Adorable naive.

Chen Yu smiled, put the matter aside, and didn't think about it anymore. It's quite rare to be able to get close to a silly sika deer, and it's always a joyful thing.

As for that herb... just eat it, what else can he do.

if I get it I am lucky, but if not, it is fate.

He feels that his state of mind has indeed improved recently, and the Daoist scriptures are not in vain.

"Let's go down the mountain!"

……

Cloud Crane View, the front yard.

A chair was brought, and Chen Yu sat astride it, his clothes were loose and he didn't have the correct appearance of a Taoist child.

He didn't care at all, only focusing on the water basin in front of him.

The mushrooms are soaked in it, and they are being washed, and the cleaned ones are placed next to them. When they are finished here, they will be turned on and started to cook a pot of fragrant and delicious soup.

Of course, the name is Baixian, and the conditions in the hands are limited. Naturally, it is impossible to produce "Baiwei". Among other things, the only meat flavor in Taoist temples is the half-flavored dried chicken hanging in the kitchen. As for He didn't have any pork bones, lamb loins, velvet antlers, and miscellaneous tonics.

But in Chen Yu's view, the focus of Baixian Soup is not on these messy things, but on the word 'fresh'.

So what he has to do today is to use mushrooms to match the big white root, orchid fruit, and green vegetables in the vegetable garden, and make a bowl of "Hundred Fresh Soup" that makes people drool.

You don't have to believe in his martial arts, but you can't help but believe in his cooking skills.

At least Chen Yu is quite confident.

Next to the wall, the bamboo pole was leaning against the shade. It would take some time to make fishing poles from mottled bamboos. At first, he planned to cut them down and do whatever he wanted, but he thought that this period of time would be empty anyway, so it would be better to spend some time making a fishing pole.

Not to mention high-quality goods, at least they must be able to withstand manufacturing.

So it has to be dried in the shade, and there will be steps such as baking and shaping in the future. I carefully recalled the experience of making fishing rods in my previous life. At that time, my grandfather was the one who operated the knife. Can't live.

This time, I plan to follow suit and do it myself.

But in this way, the time for wild fishing will be pushed back again.

"Five days of drying in the shade, two days of baking...that is to say, at least eight days are left."

Keeping his hands on, Chen Yu estimated in his mind that in eight days, there is still some time before the 'Pingyu', so it is not impossible to go to the deep pool to try his hand at that time.

Before and after "Pingyu" is very important. The previous weeding and ditching are preparations for this. If fishing conflicts with this time, he will undoubtedly choose to give up and cultivate his half-acre mountain field with peace of mind.

After all, it is related to his rations for the next six months.

There may also be some rain during this period, but it will definitely not be very heavy. At most, the ground will be as wet as yesterday.Cannot soak into the soil layer. "Pingyu" is different, the rain is strong and the wind is strong, and there may be mountains and rivers.

Thinking about it, Chen Yu took an empty hand, looked down, and found that the mushrooms in the basin had been cleaned, and they were lying clean in the wooden bucket, looking forward to cooking.

"We have to wait."

I got up and went to the backyard, came to the vegetable garden, stretched out my hand and pulled up two big white roots-the tubers were snow-white, with three or five roots growing at the bottom, they looked very much like white radishes, but they were not in the shape of an awl with a thick upper part and thinner at the lower part, but with Thin and coarse water droplets.

At the foot of the mountain, it is also called Dabaigen as white sticks. Not to mention clearing away heat and relieving fire, stewed soup is a must.

Then, stepping on the soil dragon, he walked carefully to a corner of the garden, digging under the cover of clusters of green leaves, and quickly stopped, holding a handful of red fruits not much bigger than a thumb in his retracted palm.

Lanting fruit, the specific origin of the name is unknown, but it is sweet and sour, so Chen Yu gave it a nickname: small tomato.

There is also a small tomato in the previous life, but the taste is far inferior to the current one. Contrary to the small size, the juice of Lanting fruit is very thick, and the flesh is thin, biting into it is like eating a soup dumpling.

Then he pinched a handful of green vegetable leaves, and at the same time picked off the last piece of jade worm clothes, and Chen Yu returned to the courtyard with his arms full.

After some cleaning, it is time to officially start work.

bake!
The flames rose, and the bottom of the pot gradually became hot.

　Ask for nothing, love nothing (˙ー˙)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)