Life in a small village with quiet mountains and quiet waters

Chapter 172 The Origin of the Cylinder
Seeing Tao Yisheng's eyes, Gu Siwei asked in puzzlement: "What do you think I am doing? I don't have flowers on my face."

As he said that, Gu Siwei curiously stretched his head and looked at the bottom of the tank that Tao Yisheng had opened, only to find that the bottom of the tank was not much different from other tank bottoms. I don't know what kind of ugly bird it is, but it's just ugly anyway.

"Do you know the history of this tank?"

Tao Yisheng put down the vat in his hand, stretched out his hand to pat it, and asked after a while when he heard the vat humming.

Upon hearing this, Gu Siwei couldn't help but cheer up, and blurted out, "Antique?!"

Tao Yisheng felt his eyes go dark, and the hand that was holding the vat almost slipped and failed to support his body.

"Antique, what are you thinking, where did you get the antique?"

"Then what are you talking about, isn't it just a tank. How old are you and you are still so unstable!"

Gu Siwei was a little disdainful. He thought it was an ancient object and could sell some scattered silver, but who knew it wasn't.You said it's not an antique, why are you so excited.

Tao Yisheng was almost choked to death by this kid's words, and really wanted to kick him, but thinking that this kid could beat Lu Tieshan into a daze, Tao Yisheng decided to forgive this kid for once.

"It's not an antique, but it's a good thing." Tao Yisheng continued to reach out and touch the rim of the vat.

Tao Yisheng's hands rubbed and knocked like this, and the tank actually made a slight trembling sound, just like the lingering sound after the ringing, the buzzing was very pleasant.

"Did you hear that?" Tao Yisheng asked.

Gu Siwei nodded: "Well, I can hear it. The vat is interesting, but no matter how interesting it is, it is used to pickle vegetables. I can't just run here all day and smell the smell of pickles and listen to the sound of the vat, right? That's not a disease. What."

Tao Yisheng said: "This is the best pickle jar! What a fart you know, do you know the status of this kind of pickle jar in the hearts of old pickle craftsmen? It really pissed me off."

"Status, what status does the pickle craftsman talk to me about? You ask them if they are willing to pickle vegetables if they are given a shopkeeper? Guaranteed that there will be no one in a hundred who is willing to pickle vegetables. Okay, old man, I know, this tank is very exciting, if you sell it, you can marry a wife, okay?"

Gu Siwei saw that Tao Yisheng's face was about to turn into a pig's liver, and he was afraid that the old guy would not be able to get up in one breath, so he would drive west all at once.It's not too abrupt for him to drive west, after all, he's here at such an old age.

But you can't ride a crane in my house. If you are an elder, there is nothing to say. If you die at home, it is quite satisfactory to be accompanied by relatives.

What kind of thing is it that this old man died here for no reason.

Tao Yisheng slowed down and said: "No wonder people say that when you are blinded and you meet Bao, you are talking about this kid."

After finishing speaking, he sighed, and said to Gu Siwei: "In the past, during the Qianqing period, we had a very famous pickle shop here, and his family's vegetables used to be supplied to the palace."

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When Gu Siwei heard this, he interrupted and said, "Isn't it the story of Shiquan old man again?"

There are many legends about Gan Lao Si in the folks. Anyway, this food was ordered by Gan Lao Si’s relatives, and that was named after Gan Lao Si. Anyway, this old food gives you the feeling of eating, drinking and having fun everywhere.

It's also normal, the famous prodigal emperor, his favorite thing is to stamp his seal on cultural relics, or to change historical materials to blacken the Ming Dynasty.

"Perfect old man?"

"Old man Qianlong" Gu Siwei made it clear.

"I have a fart relationship with him, so don't interrupt if you want to hear the story," Tao Yisheng said.

Gu Siwei let out an oh and continued to listen.

Tao Yisheng continued: "When the pickles in his family were the most expensive, they sold them for a tael of silver and a small jar. How expensive is a jar as big as a palm, so you can't buy it if you don't have enough status...".

Gu Siwei wanted to speak, but held back.

"It is said that his family's vegetables are well pickled. In fact, not many people knew before the founding of the country. The most important thing about the quality of his family's dishes is the jar. One mouthful. And the place where the jars are burned is in the town over there, which is now the ceramics factory," said Tao Yisheng.

As he spoke, Tao Yisheng stroked his beard on his chest, and he looked a little fairy-like, that is to say, Gu Siwei felt that the old man was a bit pretentious, and others would be fooled by the old man when they saw it.

"Is this so strange?" Gu Siwei hated iron but steel.

"That's not true. Then the Japanese came, and the head of the family voted for the Japanese, worked for the Japanese, and waited for the Japanese to leave. The family did not know how to vote for Chiang again. All of a sudden. escaped the punishment of the traitor.

But when the new China was established, the good times of this family came to an end, and they were sentenced to death by a public trial and then shot."

"What's the problem with this? Don't traitors deserve to die?" Gu Siwei felt that your old man's three views were a bit wrong.

Tao Yisheng said: "I am not sorry for the people, but for the skill of making the vats."

"There are too many talented but unvirtuous people."

Gu Siwei has heard too much shit like this. After decades, why don't everyone call him a professor?It's not that there are too many talented but unvirtuous people, so in the eyes of students, professors become bosses, and online professors become beasts.

You are knowledgeable and skilled. These have nothing to do with morality. Gu Siwei will not think that you are good at technology. If you know a lot of virtue, you will be good. That is all nonsense. Being immoral has nothing to do with knowledge.

"That's not right, the man died, but the vat in his shop is still there?"

Thinking of this, Gu Siwei opened his mouth and asked.

Tao Yisheng shook his head and said with a smile: "Where will this person's pickle shop stay? What can he consider at that time? When his head gets hot, let alone a vat, the shop will be flat. The ceramic factory will be kept far away. up".

"Oh, but what's going on with these tanks?" Gu Siwei asked again.

Tao Yisheng said: "Maybe it was kept on the side of the kiln all the time, so it escaped the catastrophe at that time. Later, the factory was restored, which is now the city's sauce and pickle factory, but the products made can't catch up with before. taste.

Trying to restore it, I found a side branch of that family, but according to the side branch of that family, if you want to make the original taste, you have to use the original vat. Unfortunately, the method of making the vat still has ingredients. No one knows about death, and the person next door only knows a little bit."

"You know a lot of bad things." Gu Siwei looked at the old man and said with a smile.

Tao Yisheng said: "We used to have two big vats like this in Guanli, and they were also used to make pickles in Guanli. It's strange to say that the same batch of vegetables are made by the same people, and the pickled vegetables in this vat are better than the pickles. The other tanks are delicious. It’s just a pity. When I was kicked out, this tank and other things were broken. It’s a pity. It’s a pity. I thought I would never see this tank again. Who would have thought that there would be a few more now.”

"It's good enough," Gu Siwei said, "If you like it, I'll give you a bite. Anyway, I have three such tanks."

Tao Yisheng thought for a while, and finally waved his hand: "I am at this age, what else do I need to do, when you do it, I will come and ask for some."

Hearing what he said, Gu Siwei raised his finger directly. Unfortunately, Tao Yisheng didn't know what this meant, but the old man knew it was not a good word, so he also gestured to Gu Siwei.

For a while, Gu Siwei had nothing to do with this old guy, since it wasn't the reason for the tank, then the smell.

"Can you get rid of this smell?" Gu Siwei asked the old man.

"Why do you want to remove it?"

"It stinks, can't you smell it?"

Tao Yisheng said: "You know what a fart, this is the fragrance, but it's too strong. This kind of soil is not ordinary soil, and ordinary soil doesn't have this smell."

Gu Siwei thought about it for a while, until it reminded him of a story he had heard before. It was about adding fragrance, saying that it was to dilute the skatole to a certain extent, and the fragrance that came out of the skatole was the fragrance.

Probably, maybe it's the same reason as now.

Anyway, there is no place to confirm it, so Gu Siwei thinks so for the time being.

Since it couldn't be wiped off, Gu Siwei continued to wash other tanks.

On the other hand, the old guy Tao Yisheng turned over the vats one by one to see if there were any other interesting things. Unfortunately, he turned over all the vats, and the old man never found anything that made him happy again. Except for these three-mouth tanks, other tanks and tanks are all first-class products, but they are far worse than these three-mouth tanks.

"I'm leaving".

Just as Tao Yisheng was about to leave, Sicui ran over.

"Brother, brother, I brought you the canned bottle."

Sicui ran over to take a look, and found Tao Yisheng was there, smiled at him and called Grandpa Tao.

"Hey, this girl looks much more pleasing to the eye," Tao Yisheng said.

After finishing speaking, he saw that Sicui was holding five or six empty cans in his hands, so he asked in puzzlement, "What are you doing with so many cans?"

Sicui said: "My brother wants to pack honey and send it to his friends and sister Hu Yanqiu's house when he goes to the factory."

"I guess that little bit of honey is not enough for you to send a few times. Be careful, get all the honey away, and there will be no honey to eat next year."

Seeing several cans, Tao Yisheng laughed and joked.

Although there is a lot of honey on the wall, it can’t withstand such a delivery. One can and a bottle, a few bottles at a time, if it continues like this, it will be sent up to three times, and the honey on the wall will be gone.

"why?"

Tao Yisheng said: "Bees don't want to survive the winter? Don't they want nutrition during the winter? You took all the honey away. It would be a strange thing if you can eat honey next year."

"Is there another saying?" Gu Siwei scratched his head.

He really doesn't know, of course it's not a big deal to him, now there are two or three nests of bees in his space, this thing was naturally invited by Gu Siwei, but he put the bees in for seamless Continuing to eat honey is not to know that bees consume honey in winter.

"Of course there is such a saying, even beekeepers have to leave half of the honey for the bees, or they have to feed sugar in winter.

But you shouldn’t be feeding sugar.”

"Look down on me? Think I can't feed you?" Gu Siwei asked with a smile.

Tao Yisheng shook his head: "No, it's just that honey made with white sugar is not delicious, and you shouldn't eat white molasses with your mouth."

"..." Gu Siwei is a little speechless, because he really doesn't know how to eat white molasses. Gu Siwei has always pursued natural, simple processed food.

"I see, just do it this time, let these little guys rest for a while," Gu Siwei said.

Just as I was talking about this, I heard Liu Dezhu outside shouting to himself in a broken voice like a gong.

"Brother Siwei!"

(End of this chapter)