Those years of farming in the mountains

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Cooking is about having a good color, flavor and taste, but the condiments are not complete, and Chen Yu, who only has simple sauce, vinegar and coarse salt, can only choose a little.

Fortunately, the final product looks good, and with my own control over the heat, I still made a decent dish.

At the end, he took a spoonful and tasted it, his eyes showed satisfaction, he said nothing, the goal was basically accomplished.

The yellow mushrooms are soft and elastic, the fir is fresh and sweet, and there are big "cotton marbles" with big flowers. When you bite on the mushroom umbrella, you can feel the soup overflowing, and your lips and tongue can't stop trembling.

The aroma hits the nostrils, like a tantalizing little hand that scratches the heart and makes the mouth water.

In the courtyard, the pots and pans are arranged.

Just as he was about to sit down, Chen Yu slapped his palm, almost forgetting that there was a big boss in the audience.

So he hurriedly got up and went to the hall of worship, lit incense and offered two pieces of green wax to the old man Daozu who was at the head.

According to the rules of this place, the time for enshrining the true monarch and Taoist ancestor is often set around noon of the day.There is a legend in Gein that at this time the yang energy in the world is at its peak, and the incense and vegetarian offerings offered by the disciples are more likely to be noticed by these big bosses.

It's just that the concept of Yunhe is run-down, and he, Mr. Chen, is really not professional in this area. He only thinks about field work and food on the plate all day long, so the daily fragrance that has been rain or shine in previous years has been in his hands. It became more and more frustrated.

It's not perfunctory to forget all about it every now and then, and it's hard to remember it before you rush to burn two.

Fortunately, he is not limited to these red tapes, and he thinks that the etiquette when making offerings is quite considerate, so he should not hate these Taoist ancestors.

After all, the world is so big, it's not possible to look at Yunheguan's family dryly every day.

Furthermore, Human Daozu himself didn't say anything.

In the hall, after the smoke wafted up, Chen Yu, who confirmed that Dao ancestors could also eat hot food, tidied up his clothes and put on a Taoist robe, then turned around and walked out, grabbing a simple cloth and covering his upper body to prevent the soup from dripping on the robe for a while superior.

Of course, there are more than one Taoist robes in the temple, but this set is depicted with clouds, moon, flowers and birds, and a tall white crane riding the fog and wind on the back, wrapped around the waist and abdomen, which is the identity symbol of the predecessor as the temple master.

Of course, the main reason is that the robe is made of good material, the style fits well and is eye-catching, and it is comfortable to wear, so he usually doesn't wear it much, so as not to get stains randomly.

In the memory of the previous master, the old temple master passed on to him, the taoist robes on his body were patchy, and it was really not beautiful.

It is estimated that young and energetic do not cherish.

Withdrawing his messy thoughts, Chen Yu sat in front of the stone table, picked up the bamboo chopsticks in his hand, and stuffed a piece of tender shiitake mushroom into his mouth.

Not bad indeed.

He didn't think about it any more, just kept his head buried in cooking.

Although it is not as tasteless as swallowing it raw, the long-lost delicious fragrance still makes him let go of his belly. Not only did he fill the Wu Zang Temple with all the steamed rice in the pot, but he even picked up the clay pot in the end Gululu drink a cow.

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After patting his belly, Chen Yu cleaned up and sorted out his future plans after finishing the food on the table.

The mountain is leisurely, except for some chores, there is not much energy to deal with.However, you can be free, but you can't be lazy.

When I'm lazy, I panic and think about it.

Before the rains came, the fishing rods had to be dried in the shade for several days, so he had to find something to do to make up for the gap.

"How about... try again?"

Bored and bored, Chen Yu thought of the idea produced in the sea of ​​consciousness, and with the red earthworm not long ago, he had tried five times, but all of them failed.

For the first time, I set out cautiously and chose a weed in a corner of the yard.

Then the grass grew wildly, thick and long, from two inches to six feet in just half an hour!

And then die.

Suddenly, by the time he realized it, there was only a piece of withered and yellow wreckage left, which was later collected by Chen Yu, and now it is still eating ashes in his pocket in the utility room.

The next few times were similar, although the subjects were different, but the results were very consistent.

All killed.

The big white root full of roots, the orchid fruit the size of a fist, the beans whose skin is so thick that you can't split it with a knife...

All of them quickly lost their vitality after drastic changes, and died too fast and too abruptly.

Chen Yu didn't give up, and turned around and put his inspiration on the animals, so there was the earthworm king who had collapsed in the middle.

"Living things can't do it?"

With doubts, he tried the stone again, but there was no response after the stone touched the inspiration.

The inspiration released could not be taken back, so he could only watch the other party dissipate silently.

Looking back at the present, Chen Yu was about to put aside the experiment on the inspiration for the time being, not only because it took a lot of mental energy to hit it every time, it took a lot of effort like digging a mountain to pick out such a small grain.At the same time, it is also because there are not many inspirations.

The ocean of consciousness is boundless and endless, but only a small area at the outermost edge can really collect light spots and solidify them into inspiration. From the first time he accidentally entered the sea of ​​consciousness, counting to today, it has been confined by that corner for several months. The accumulated ideas are only in their early twenties.

An average of one tablet every three days.

But this time Chen Yu had a new idea.

But before starting a new round of experiments, some preparations have to be made.

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Backyard, deserted medicine garden.

Chen Yu is brandishing a hoe to divide the entire medicine field into two. It is said to be a field, but it is actually only two feet square, which is not as good as half of the vegetable garden.

Moreover, it has been abandoned for a long time, and all kinds of weeds grow on the whole land, which is lush and lush.

Before, his energy was mainly concentrated on the mountain fields and vegetable gardens related to rations, and he did not pay much attention to this medicine field that had been abandoned for at least seven or eight years.

But this time is just right. After taking care of the place, not only does it look clean, but it may be possible to grow some herbs in the future.

Just like when Yunhe Temple was first built.

It is said that at that time, the second-generation patriarch deliberately dug a hundred-year-old medicine from the deep mountains to transplant it, but unfortunately it failed.

Today, things have changed.

Like most forces in the current era, Yunheguan also started with martial arts and established itself in troubled times.Later, he switched careers and became a Taoist priest.

The first two generations of patriarchs were all outstanding people, and they made a name for themselves in the Jianghu world. However, when it came to the third generation, that is, the generation of the old temple master's master, they were not successful, more conservative than aggressive.

As for the old temple master after he came to power, it was even worse every day at dusk and west mountain, and then there was a man-made disaster, and a group of juniors who had been promised high hopes were slaughtered, leaving no bones left.

As a result, he fell into a slump and had no power to recover.

In Chen Yu's eyes, the Yunhe Temple is not so much a Taoist temple that asks for mysteries, but more like a gang sect in a previous martial arts novel.

The two have one thing in common, that is, only relying on a few masters to support the field, and the cultivation below the middle level depends on luck.If you're lucky, a second-rate first-rate figure will emerge, and the sect will continue for another ten or eight years. If you're unlucky, there will be no pillars.

As for the powerful forces like Zhengyang Temple that have survived the changes of dynasties and have hundreds of years of inheritance and heritage, there are very few of them.

　Today I tried to make a bowl of Baixian soup as I thought.

　　The result is...

　　Don't ask, just ask yue
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