Chapter 40 Dreams are like a rainbow divided into seven strands

  This is a vast forest.

It was about mid-morning, and the morning light was just beginning to appear, but there was no sun, because there was a light rain in the whole sky, and the small raindrops that looked like rain and fog and would float when the wind blew, fell on the body between wet clothes and not wet. between clothes.

  The field of vision is heading towards the forest.

   That seems to be a person walking towards the mountains in this foggy and rainy weather.

Mountains, from low to high, are pulled up a little from the horizon. Mountains and forests are from sparse to dense, from a large area with only three or two clumps of weeds and shrubs to a little bit of lush, and the vision is shaking here. , carrying out the action of walking in the mountains.

   After a while, the action stopped.

Because just in front of the field of vision, there is a big tree that is slumped. It may be a big tree that was broken by lightning in stormy weather. It is still growing on the ground from the root, but three meters up, a charred black , the big tree is broken here without breaking, and its upper part hangs on the ground and in the air.

The movement that    stopped before moved forward slowly here, and then picked something from the fallen trunk of this big tree and put it into a large bamboo basket.

mushroom!

  A white mushroom like a little white hat, the whole is only the size of a little finger, and a whole clump of white, tender and brittle mushrooms grows together, which is very attractive. Only about half of the mushrooms were taken, and those that were too big or too small were left behind.

If the    is too large, the hat has already bloomed, or will not bloom. Although some of them are still edible, their delicious taste has lost eight of them, and its tender and smooth quality has lost nine of them. Leaving it as breeding is the best option.

  It is too small, it has shape and no quality, it has quality and no taste, and it is very wasteful to harvest.

   This time the collection was announced, and the field of vision continued to move.

After that, in this field, or in the grass, or under the roots of the trees, or on the trunks, or in the rocks, and by the streams, in various environments, all kinds of mushrooms appeared in the field of vision, And most of them were let go, and the vision continued to move without stagnation.

   Before and after, after the previous little white mushroom, at least dozens of mushrooms were encountered, of which only nine were picked and thrown into the bamboo basket together.

   Then, his vision turned around and he walked towards the bottom of the mountain.

  A large iron pot was filled with about half of the water, and underneath it was the pine wood that had been chopped into neat small pieces, burning slowly.

Some of the mushrooms that were picked before have been handled individually, some were carefully brushed, some were simply rinsed, some were not even rinsed, and had not been watered at all. The mushrooms are separated into filaments, and some umbrella handles are separated, or only the umbrella caps, or only the stems are taken, and then these whole mushrooms are put into the pot in a specific order.

   What is more peculiar is that some mushrooms are picked up shortly after being put in.

Before the water boils, eight kinds of mushrooms are put in, three kinds of mushrooms are taken out, after the water boils, one kind of mushroom is put in, and immediately, five kinds of mushrooms are taken out, including the one that was just added, and then, the last one The mushrooms are put in, and then the only two mushrooms left in the pot are taken out.

   In the pot, what is left is the slightly boiling water-colored clear soup.

   The next moment, a pinch of fine salt was sprinkled into it.

A bowl of rice noodles that had been cooked in a large white porcelain bowl was brought over, and then a spoonful of clear soup was poured into the large white porcelain bowl, and only about one-third of the rice noodles were released by the clear soup. Spread out in the china bowl.

   Snow-white rice noodles, water-colored clear soup.

   In addition, there is no oil star, no matching.

   "Rice Noodles in Ten-Mushroom Clear Soup!"

The best mutton bones are boiled, steamed, boiled, steamed, and so on and so forth, until the hard skeleton continues to become soft, and the last time, steaming is followed by dry steaming. After dry steaming, the fluffy and soft mutton bones without any moisture , was put into the previous aqua clear soup.

  The clear soup is instantly submerged into the lamb bones.

  The lamb bones soaked in clear broth are then taken out, steamed slowly until dry, and ground into powder.

   "Ten Fungus Clear Soup Powder Pack!"

   It is still a large white porcelain bowl, filled with boiling water, a packet of fine powder is poured in, stirred slightly, and then, about one-third of the rice noodles are added.

   Then, they are juxtaposed together, two identical large white porcelain bowls, two bowls of rice noodles that are similar, one is clear soup, the other is clear soup that is "sealed" and ready to use...

  The dream became illusory and blurred at this moment, and when it became clear again, it was already entering a new dream.

   This is a slow-flowing river.

  By the river, some large and small stones were piled up in a mess, and then some of them were taken away.

The removed stones were first broken up, then ground, and then the ground powder was washed with water like flour, and part of the coarse residue was washed away, and the finer ones were washed away. It stayed and became dough, no, mud.

   Then, the mud ball is repeatedly kneaded, beaten and pulled, and tempered, until it becomes a kind of "soft around fingers".

After that, these mud **** really began to "wrap around the fingers". On a constantly rotating turntable, under careful and patient traction, they gradually took shape, becoming round, oval... Finally, they became a both Simple and complex round-like shapes—

   A tall necked clay bottle.

Then, the same process after another was added to the clay bottle, and the clay bottle was gradually losing its roughness and simplicity. In the meantime, there were sweeping, pouring, painting, and burning, and finally, again. What appeared in the field of vision was a delicate long-necked celadon vase as beautiful as a white swan.

On the    porcelain vase, there is a portrait of a real white swan, standing by the river, with one wing slightly outstretched and its long neck facing the sky, with a graceful and beautiful posture.

   After that, the vase was gently placed on the shelf…

  The dream is here, again transformed.

This time, what reappeared in the field of vision was a wooden square plate with lines drawn vertically and horizontally on the plate, and the small round cakes marked with red and black fonts, both made of wood, were placed on this square plate. Moving slowly, one or two small rounds were taken down from time to time.

   chariots and horses with guns, handsome soldiers and generals.

  Chess!

   The car goes straight, the guns roll over the mountains, the horses go to the sun, like the fields, the pawns can only go forward, and the two soldiers stay by the side of the general. With the display of a little bit of rules, and then, the head cannon, the elephant-shaped game, the screen horse, the iron pulley, one after another layout and confrontation, on the chessboard, from shallow to deep, from simple to complex.

  The end of one dream is the beginning of another.

  One, one, another, connecting seven dreams, staged one after another, and then faded away. When the seventh and last dream faded again, Xu Guangling moved slightly and then woke up.

   But the first time he woke up, he just opened his eyes and lay on the bed in a daze.

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   (end of this chapter)