There is an inn in the sky

Chapter 56 Traveling to the world, not opening a store for the time being

On the street, Feng Hou stood there quietly, frowning.

After a while, he slowly came back to his senses, and then disappeared into the crowd.Although he understood how the Longevity Inn existed, he still couldn't understand...

After Fenghou left, Yan Qingkong stood on the steps, watching the city quietly.

About ten minutes later, he went back to the kitchen and continued to make the "every grain is hard work", but failed several times in a row.

"Strange, how could it fail?"

Yan Qingkong couldn't figure it out, he was already an advanced cook.It stands to reason that even if it is the first time to do it, it is impossible to fail so many times.

"Have I overlooked something?"

At this time, he opened the longevity menu, felt it carefully, and found that he hadn't done anything wrong, and he hadn't overlooked anything.

"Come again!"

He frowned and said, not believing that he couldn't do it.

It didn't take long for him to waste a ten-jin bag of organic rice.

"Could it be a problem with the quality of the rice?" He went up to the second floor as he thought about it, and bought a bag of rice that was destined for life.

After a while, the rice that was destined to be a reality was delivered.

He hurriedly opened it and found that the rice exudes an attractive fragrance and also exudes a faint fluorescence, which looks very extraordinary.

"The things in the Realm of Fate are really different."

Yan Qingkong sighed, and washed the rice, soaked the rice, lit the fire, and steamed the rice again.

"puff!"

Not long after the rice was put into the small pot, there was a muffled sound, and the fryer started again.

He frowned when he heard that, could it be that he couldn't even cook rice?

puff!
puff!
puff!
I did it six or seven times in a row, but finally failed.

At this time, he didn't continue, knowing that if he continued to do it, he still couldn't avoid the result of failure, and instead wasted rice.

"I must have overlooked something."

Holding the recipe for longevity, he muttered, walked from the kitchen to the living room, then from the living room to the second floor, and then from the second floor to the steps...

But what was overlooked?
He kept thinking, frowning and thinking hard, but couldn't get an answer.

"Every grain is painstaking, every grain is painstaking... Could it have something to do with the name?" He thought that "pie falling from the sky" really fell from the sky, and he became a little puzzled.

As he thought about it, he speculated: "This is just a bowl of rice, but the name is called Li Li Jie Gong, which seems to have a deep meaning..."

"However, what is the deep meaning?"

He started to think about it, and said after a while, "Could it be hard work?"

"When the day of hoeing is noon, sweat drips down the soil. Who would have thought that every grain of Chinese food on the plate is hard work."

A poem appeared in his mind, and the name "every grain is hard work" should come from this poem.

This poem describes the scene of farmers working in the fields at noon when the sun is shining.

It generally expresses the life of farmers who work hard all year round, and finally expresses their sincere sympathy for farmers with the motto "who knows what is on the plate, every grain is hard work".

Another example is "dinner on the plate", which is what people come into contact with every day, and they must eat every meal.

However, no one thought of linking this grain of grain with the sweat of farmers under the scorching sun.However, every grain of this grain is irrigated by the blood and sweat of thousands of farmers...

But in the end, "the farmer starved to death"...

But at this moment, Yan Qingkong faintly understood, and a feeling of sympathy arose in his heart.However, something seems wrong...

Although he was born in an ordinary family, he has always had no worries about food and clothing, and has never worked in the fields at all, so he naturally cannot appreciate the hard work involved.

He understood the poem, but he couldn't appreciate the hard work in it.

"It seems that only by experiencing the hard work involved can we make this 'every grain is hard work'." Yan Qingkong stood up, looked up at the night sky slightly and said.

At this time, he did not return to the kitchen, and continued to make "every grain is hard work".

He knows, although he understands, but still can't do it...

He took out his mobile phone and saw that it was past two o'clock in the night, so he hurriedly booked a plane ticket, planning to go to work in the fields himself to understand the hard work involved.

"Traveling in the world, we will not open a store for the time being. If you want to know more, pay attention to 'Heavenly'."

He flamboyantly wrote a few lines, and then pasted the white paper on the door.

He didn't know when he would be able to come back, so he marked it down so that no one would be foolishly waiting...

The next day, as soon as it was light, he went back to the apartment to pack up, and then rushed to the airport.

He went to a plateau area somewhere in the southwest, which is relatively backward compared to the eastern coastal area...

After getting off the plane, he immediately drove to a certain mountain area by car.

At sunset, he was riding a dilapidated motorcycle on a trail in a mountain village.

On both sides of the trail, you can see terraced fields everywhere.

And on the terraced fields, there are quite a few figures, old or young, all bending over, busy planting rice seedlings.

Now in late April, it is time to transplant rice seedlings.

After entering the village, Yan Qingkong asked the motorbike driver, "Master, are there any lonely old people in this village?"

"Yes, I have."

The motorcycle driver looked at Yan Qingkong and said humanely, although he was not from this mountain village, he was from a nearby mountain village.

"Which one?" Yan Qingkong asked.

"Why are you asking this?" The motorcycle driver was a little wary.

"Isn't it busy farming now? I want to help." Yan Qingkong said, seeing that the other party didn't understand, he explained: "I'm from the city, I've never been in the field, I've planted seedlings, and I want to experience it. "

"oh, I see."

The motorcycle driver nodded, with a comprehensible expression, but he was from the city in his heart, and he was really struggling to eat...

"My family also farms, why don't you come to my house?"

He hesitated for a moment and said, after all, it is a free labor force, so it is not for nothing.

Yan Qingkong froze for a moment, then looked him up and down, he was a farmer in his 40s, his wrinkled face was already tanned.

"then you?"

Yan Qingkong was a little puzzled.

"Come out to pick up passengers and earn two dollars." The motorbike driver, seeing Yan Qingkong's expression, immediately understood what the other person was thinking.

"I'm still in this village."

Yan Qingkong looked around and found that the scenery here is not bad.Especially the air, much fresher than in the city.

The motorcycle driver was not disappointed, he pointed to a terraced field in the distance, and said, "Oh, that's it, I remember that field belongs to him..."

Yan Qingkong heard the words and looked around, and saw an old man planting rice seedlings on a terraced field.

"I'll take you there."

The motorbike driver thought for a while, then got off the car and walked towards the terraced field.

About ten minutes later, Yan Qingkong walked to the ridge of the terraced field with his shoes muddy.

"Uncle, someone is here to plant rice seedlings for you."

The motorcycle driver took off his rubber sandals, rolled up his trousers and walked towards the old man, then pointed and talked to Yan Qingkong.

And the old man looked at Yan Qingkong blankly, seemingly puzzled.

At this time, Yan Qingkong put his backpack on a clean haystack, then took off his shoes, rolled up his trousers and walked down to the paddy field.

However, the paddy field exudes a peculiar smell, which makes him a little unbearable.

Moreover, every time you step on it, you look cautious, and you don't even know what's underneath.

Sharp stones?
glass shards?

Or, tree branches?
"Uncle, what are these?"

Yan Qingkong pointed to the paddy field, and there was a layer of dark brown things floating on it.

"Oh, it's cow dung and chicken dung. It's used as fertilizer."

The motorbike driver went up to the ridge and explained while washing his feet, "Handsome guy, I told my uncle that you can just help him plant the seedlings, and I will come tomorrow."

That last sentence is meant to be a warning.

After all, they are strangers, who knows what the other party will do, let alone in an old man's home...

vomit--

Yan Qingkong suddenly retched.

Although he had heard that animal feces and even human urine were used as fertilizers in the countryside, this was his first experience and it was hard to accept for a while.

At this time, the motorcycle master and the old man were taken aback when they saw it.

"Boy, there's no need, I can do it myself." The old man hesitated and said, looking a little restrained, "Go up and wash it, you can't do this."

"Hehe, you won't get used to it."

The motorbike driver said with a smile, as if watching the excitement, "I said, you city people love cleanliness too much, cow dung is not dirty..."

Although Yan Qingkong really wanted to walk on the ridge, but thinking of his purpose of coming here, he held back and said, "It's okay, it will be fine in a while."

If you can't even bear this, how can you appreciate the hard work?

"Master, how do you plant this seedling?"

Yan Qingkong walked towards the old man, looked at it and asked curiously, and picked up a bunch of seedlings himself.

The old man saw that Yan Qingkong was serious and not just playing for a while, so he explained seriously.

However, he couldn't understand the old man's words very well, because the local accent was relatively strong, and sometimes he had to say it several times before he could understand it.

And when the motorcycle master left, he pointed to Yan Qingkong in the distance, and explained the situation to some people who were planting rice in the field...

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(End of this chapter)