Mountain Miscellaneous

Chapter 27

The sound of books stopped abruptly, and the audience woke up like a dream!
"I still can't hear enough, what should I do?"

"I was immersed in the sound of books again, and forgot to shoot a small video..."

"I didn't expect that there are so many truths in "The Analects of Confucius". I will buy this book and read it at home later!"

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Li Changqing's understanding of "The Analects of Confucius" deepened after reading it once, and his bookish temperament became stronger!

"My fellow, you are such a strange person!" The elegant man with glasses said in admiration.

"Hehe, what do you say?" Li Changqing asked with a smile.

"From the outside, it looks like an out-and-out farmer, but when reading, it gives people the feeling of an ancient scholar!"

"I am me, an idler who grows vegetables in the mountains, but I just like to read a few books!" Li Changqing said plainly.

"It's not easy to read a book like a fellow countryman. Come with a catty of leeks, I believe I won't be disappointed!"

Everyone has their own secrets, and the elegant man wearing glasses didn't continue to ask questions to change the subject.

"Here, take it!" Li Changqing said after applauding.

But for most people, 50 yuan a catty of leeks is too expensive!

Although they like to listen to Li Changqing's reading, there are very few people who are really willing to spend money to buy leeks.

Moreover, unlike peaches, leeks cannot taste good or bad on the spot.

In the following time, Li Changqing only sold half a catty and one catty sporadically, for a total of only 350 yuan.

There are more than half of the two bags of leeks left, which is completely different from the previous scene of queuing up to buy peaches.

Li Changqing is not in a hurry, because gold always shines, and people will come to buy it after the taste and efficacy of the medicine come out.

The sun is gradually rising and it is almost noon. Many vegetable farmers are still sticking to their stalls, and only a few people have sold out and returned home early.

"Brother, thank you for reminding me before, take this leek home and try it out!"

Li Changqing was about to rush home for lunch, so he grabbed a handful of leeks and said to the stubble-faced middle-aged vegetable seller next to him.

"You have dozens of them, thank you! It's still early, little brother, are you planning to go home?" The middle-aged vegetable seller asked with a smile.

"Go back today and come back tomorrow!" Li Changqing said with a smile.

"Young baby, how is it? How much did you sell?"

As soon as Li Changqing parked his motorcycle, Liu Cuie ran over and asked.

"It's okay, it sold for 350 yuan!" Li Changqing said.

"It's all sold out, what's in your bag?" Liu Cuie asked curiously.

"Chives!" Li Changqing replied.

"For three yuan a catty, you sold it for 350 yuan, why do you still have so much left?" Liu Cuie asked suspiciously.

"It costs 50 yuan a catty, and it sold for seven catties!"

"What... 50 yuan a catty, and you can sell it for seven catties?"

"Ok!"

"Qingwa, your leeks are indeed delicious, but 50 yuan is too expensive!"

"Selling it for three yuan a catty can only earn more than 300 yuan, but now you can earn so much for seven catties!" Li Changqing laughed.

"You are the only one who is good, what to do with so much left now, it won't be new until tomorrow!" Liu Cuie said worriedly.

"Second Uncle's Family, Uncle Jianguo's Family, Uncle Changwu's Family... Let's all share some!" Li Changqing talked about his relatives and close ties in the village.

"Okay, your second uncle, Uncle Jianguo, and Uncle Changwu often help our family!" Liu Cuie nodded.

"Then you go and send it to their family, and I'll send some to Uncle Qin at Dongfeng Tea Farm. It's so pitiful for a lonely old man living in an old tea factory!" Li Changqing said.

"Go, but old man Qin has a weird personality!" Liu Cuie said.

Li Changqing rode a motorcycle to Dongfeng Tea Plantation, when Uncle Qin heard the sound of the motorcycle and immediately ran out to check.

"It's you kid, what are you doing here again?" Uncle Qin said.

"I'll send you some leeks, grown at home!" Li Changqing said.

"Well, put the leek down, people can go!", Uncle Qin took the leek and said.

Li Changqing had already prepared in his heart, put down the leeks and went back!

"Brother Qing, you're so arrogant! Leeks are worth 50 yuan a catty. If you can't sell them, you'd rather give them away. You have personality!"

Taking advantage of the lunch break, Li Hongdou specially came to chat with Li Changqing.

"It's worth the money, 50 yuan is already very low!"

Li Changqing watered it with spiritual water for two weeks, fully worthy of the price of 50 yuan a catty.

"Send four or five thousand local tyrants a day, please take care of them!" Li Hongdou said artificially.

"Is it okay to pay with leeks?" Li Changqing said with a smile.

After talking and laughing, Li Hongdou had to rush back to the health center to be on duty, and Li Changqing returned to Zhong Nanshan to continue building the chicken coop.

The general framework of the chicken coop has begun to take shape, no worse than that built by an old carpenter.

However, there are some functions that require the use of electrical knowledge in physics, and Li Changqing is still in the process of further research.

Unforeseen circumstances suddenly began to rain heavily, and Li Changqing had no choice but to go back to the cabin to study.

On the hillside behind the wooden house, the tea trees that have been watered with spiritual water grow new leaves and buds, which are extraordinarily pure after being baptized by the rain.

Li Changqing picked some fresh tea leaves in a vegetable pot and planned to stir fry them himself.

Stir-frying tea is also a technique. It is divided into raw pot, green pot and cooked pot. There are many details that need to be paid attention to.

The main function of the raw pot is to kill greens. Use a tea broom to rotate and stir fry in the pot to make the tea evenly heated and dehydrated.

The green pot continues to finish greening and initially knead the strips, the temperature is slightly lower than that of the raw pot, and the strength of the hands is increased to knead the tea leaves into strips.

The cooked pot is mainly used to further make thin tea sticks. The temperature of the pot is lower than that of the Erqing pot. After frying until the strips are tight and thin and give off the fragrance of tea, they can be out of the pot when they are about [-]% to [-]% dry.

Li Changqing's thatched hut has simple conditions, only one iron pot, and the three processes need to be completed on the same pot.

Moreover, firewood is burned at the bottom of the pot, so it is difficult to control the fire temperature.

Every time Li Changqing completes a process, he reduces the firewood under the iron pot to bring out the maximum fragrance of the tea as much as possible.

Compared with the formal procedures, the whole process is like playing house, but the fragrance of tea is overflowing.

Under the sky full of stars, in the deep mountains and deep valleys.

Li Changqing picked up some dry firewood and lit it, poured the spirit water into the kettle and boiled it on the stand.

After the water boils, put some self-fried tea in the cup, and the tea leaves will unfold in the hot water like dancing elves.

The mellow tea fragrance comes to the nostrils, just smelling it makes the whole person feel refreshed and clear like a spring breeze.

Li Changqing picked up the teacup and took a sip, the faint tea fragrance lingered between his lips and teeth, and there was a sweetness that lingered for a long time in the aftertaste.

Sitting on the reclining chair, sipping fragrant tea, Li Changqing watched "Soup Song" leisurely, his efficiency was obviously much higher than usual.

Enter the bamboo forest, next to the inkstone washing pool.

Li Changqing's handwriting has begun to take shape, and every stroke is very organized.

But although it got its shape, it didn't get its spirit.

Painting is still practicing various skills, but it can be regarded as a significant improvement.

The water in the washable inkstone pool is still crystal clear, and the plum blossoms are still as white as snow.

　Thank you Wenren^Buyu, Daxia also kneels, 345 Shang, Zhonghua Haohao, Shuyou 16...177, Caidang, Xuanjiying, etc., don’t blame if you miss it~
　　
　
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