small farmer

Chapter 641 Green Riverside Grass (22)

"Hehe, the leaves of wormwood can also make a lot of delicacies!" The old man said with a smile as they walked up the mountain,

"It can be a youth group, right?" Zhang Feng remembered a variety show he just watched not long ago, and someone on it had done it.

"Huh, Xiaofeng also knows?" The old man was very surprised, because there is almost no food made of wormwood in the local area.

"I also saw it on TV." Zhang Feng said with some embarrassment. If it was before, Zhang Feng really didn't know at all.

"Hehe, that's right. Not only can wormwood be used to make various green balls, but it can also be mixed with glutinous rice noodles to make glutinous rice green cakes, Qingming fruit...etc." The old man nodded with a smile.

"Qingming fruit?? Grandpa, what is Qingming fruit??" Yiyi looked at her grandfather curiously and asked.

Qingming fruit is a rice flour soft snack made by collecting mugwort from the field, cleaning, mashing, squeezing, extracting juice, mixing it with dried glutinous rice flour and rice flour, kneading it into a skin, and then filling it.

It is said that one year during the Ching Ming Festival, Chen Taiping, the "loyal king" of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, Li Xiucheng's powerful general, was hunted down by the Qing soldiers. A farmer who was plowing nearby stepped forward to help, disguised Chen Taiping as a farmer, and plowed the land with him.

When Chen Taiping was not caught, the Qing soldiers did not give up, so they added soldiers and set up guards in the village, and everyone who left the village was inspected to prevent them from bringing food to Chen Taiping.

After returning home, when the farmer was thinking about what to bring to Chen Taiping, he stepped on a clump of mugwort and slipped. When he got up, his hands and knees were all infected. Green color.

He immediately thought about it, and hurriedly picked some wormwood, washed it, boiled it, squeezed the juice, kneaded it into glutinous rice flour, and made it into rice dumplings.Then put the green regiment in the grass, and mix with the sentry at the entrance of the village.

Chen Taiping ate the Qingtuan and felt that it was fragrant, glutinous and not sticky to the teeth.After dark, he bypassed the Qing sentry post and returned safely to the base camp.Later, Li Xiucheng ordered the Taiping Army to learn to be a Youth League in order to defend themselves against the enemy.The custom of eating Qingtuan has spread.

"Isn't Qingming fruit similar to glutinous rice cake?" After listening to the story told by her grandfather, Yiyi asked again.

"Hehe, they are almost the same. They use the same material, but the names and shapes are different." The old man said with a smile.

For his old man, if he wants to be a successful chef, if he doesn't know the local snacks, how can it be possible.

Therefore, in the past, the old man would spend one or two months every year, go to various food gathering places to experience, and exchange food experience with local chefs.

No matter how busy the business is, the old man's communication has never been interrupted, which is also the reason why the old man's cooking skills are so superb.

However, since he retired, the old man has never gone out again, and only occasionally communicates with friends from other places by phone.

"Mr. Liu, Xiaofeng, are you going up the mountain to pick wormwood?" At this moment, Master Paoshan came from not far away with a large handful of wormwood, and greeted everyone with a smile.

"Yeah, just take a walk into the mountain by the way." The old man said to Master Paoshan with a smile.

"Master Paoshan, are you here to pick wormwood too?"

"Hehe, isn't it the Dragon Boat Festival tomorrow, and every household can't do without this thing!" Master Pao Shan smiled,
The festive atmosphere of the Dragon Boat Festival in rural areas is even stronger. Artemisia mugwort, calamus, and zongzi should be available. These are almost essential, because they are things that have been handed down by everyone for thousands of years, from generation to generation.

"By the way, Master Paoshan, where is there calamus in our village?" Right here, Zhang Feng immediately asked the experienced Mountain Master.

If anyone in the village is most familiar with the mountains, of course it must be Paoshan Ye. He has been wandering in the mountains all his life, and he knows exactly where there are medicinal materials and mountain treasures.

"Hehe, I said you are really confused! How can there be calamus in this mountain? Isn't there a lot of paddy fields at the entrance of the village?" Master Paoshan glanced at Zhang Feng, then shook his head with a smile and said.

Calamus generally grows in places with sufficient water such as swamps by rivers, so a lot of them grow by the Tapang River at the entrance of the village.

It's just that everyone didn't pay much attention to it, so I didn't think of it for a while.

After such a reminder from Master Paoshan, Zhang Feng suddenly realized, and finally got an impression. Thinking carefully about the riverside and paddy fields at the entrance of the village, there are many, but he didn't pay much attention to it at ordinary times.

"Hee hee, lunatic, you often walk by the river, and you don't even know it!" Seeing Zhang Feng's confusion, Yiyi said jokingly with a smile,

"Hey, isn't it dark under the lights, did I forget it for a while?" Zhang Feng felt embarrassed and touched the back of his head.

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"Hehe, then you are busy, I will go back first!"

"Okay, Master Paoshan, please go slowly!"

"Goodbye, Master Paoshan!!"

Seeing everyone's slow-moving appearance, Master Paoshan shook his head with a smile in his heart. As a rural person, Master Paoshan is not so leisurely. .

Everyone waved goodbye to Pa Shan Ye, and started cutting wormwood. The wormwood hanging on the Dragon Boat Festival needs to be very long, about one meter, so it needs to be cut from the root.

"Grandpa, these should be enough, right?" Yiyi secretly counted, and everyone has already cut more than ten roots.

"Hehe, okay, these wormwoods are enough, but let's pick some mugwort leaves and go back. Your grandma and I will make glutinous rice green cakes for you!" The old man said with a smile, looking at his granddaughter and Zhang Feng.

"Hee hee, thank you grandpa!!" Yiyi smiled quickly and said happily, the snacks made by the old man are very delicious.

Zhang Feng was also very happy and curious, he had never eaten food made of wormwood.

Although they have known since childhood that wormwood has the effect of clearing away heat and detoxifying, some villagers even pick wormwood back home in summer and drink it as herbal medicine, but they have never eaten any of it.

In the end, the grandpa and grandson picked a big bag of wormwood and went home satisfied.

Putting down the wormwood, everyone continued to set off, walking towards the Tapang River at the entrance of the village, because there are still cattail grass that everyone needs.

"Ah, grandpa, is this calamus?" When Yiyi came to the small river, when she saw the lush calamus by the river, she immediately looked familiar.

"Hehe, how's it going? Doesn't it look familiar?" The old man asked with a smile.

"Yeah, I seem to see it somewhere often!" Yiyi pursed her lips, thought for a while, but couldn't remember where she saw it.

"You girl, isn't there a lot of green belts in our community?" Grandma Liu rolled her eyes at her granddaughter, smiled and shook her head.

"Hee hee, didn't I forget..."

Yiyi stuck out her tongue with a smile, and made faces at everyone, it was so cute.

"Hehe...you girl..." Grandpa and grandma couldn't help laughing.

Seeing this, Zhang Feng felt a warm current flow through his heart, and felt that such a day was a kind of happiness.

(End of this chapter)