Chapter 658 Countryside Drink

  A reporter who pretended to be a guest or made a guest appearance, naturally, he introduced the topic, developed in depth, and developed in a comprehensive way.

   Xu Guangling's visit was in the afternoon, around four or five o'clock, and when the conversation was in full swing, the old man left the guest directly. It was dark at night, about eight o'clock, and the old man took Xu Guangling and continued to talk on the table.

   At this time, he had almost forgotten Xu Guangling's identity as a reporter, and treated him as a "confidant".

   And most of them are the kind of bosom friend that I have never met before in this life, and may never meet in the future. Therefore, the enthusiasm of the old man is unprecedented, and his talkativeness is also unprecedented!

   A small low table in the small courtyard of the farmhouse, with a kerosene lamp lit beside it.

   It's powered on here, but it's inconvenient to pull the wires outside to mount the lights, so that's it.

At this time, it is late autumn and winter. Even if this is the Hengduan Mountains in the south, the leaves on the trees have already withered more than half. The three tall paulownia trees outside the courtyard occasionally smash huge leaves and equally huge flowers to the ground. noodle.

Although    is "smashing", the mood is full of leisure.

   also makes the whole small courtyard, and even the outside world seen from the small courtyard, filled with a leisurely atmosphere.

When the autumn wind rises, the yellow leaves fall, and the wanderers outside may feel desolate or cold when they are sometimes taking a break from their busy schedules, but for non-wanderers, this feeling is not big. indivual……

   Pig trotters stewed with lily?

   Nourishes and nourishes, relieves cravings, and wards off cold.

   There were only three people at the table.

   Uncle, his wife, and Xu Guangling.

  Daughter-in-law's family lives outside, and only come to see it during festivals and holidays.

   "Uncle, did your eldest brother take medicine from you to study medicine?" Xu Guangling asked.

"I still learned it when I was a child, but I don't like it when I get older. What I learned about water supply and drainage in college, I went to repair the earth!" Without a son inheriting his father's business, the uncle is not depressed when he talks about it, it seems that he is happy that his son found own way.

   Egg fried leek.

  Eggs are the eggs laid by the old man's own free-range chickens, and the leeks are also the small leeks that were just cut at night in the house.

   It is said that spring chives are fragrant, summer chives are spicy, and autumn chives are bitter. In fact, for these kinds of things, spring and autumn are at the right time, but summer is not good. The same is true of tea leaves. Spring tea is fresh and tender, autumn tea has a long taste, and summer tea can be described with these four words.

  It has something to do with the weather.

   Spring sprout, summer long, autumn harvest, winter hide.

Therefore, if you want to try something new, of course it is spring. The tender shoots that first appeared on the branches, the tender shoots that first appeared on the ground, whether it is wolfberry buds or Chinese toon buds, whether it is shepherd's purse or some kind of mother-in-law, all are Full of flavour.

  Besides the freshness, if you want to taste the taste more deeply, you have to wait for autumn.

  Winter, winter storage, in addition to excluding artificial cultivation in greenhouses, it is probably necessary to go underground to find them, such as the winter bamboo shoots buried in the ground.

   At this moment, in the season of late autumn and winter, Xu Guangling ate astronomy and geography from this plate of fried leeks.

   Recently, he has been completely inediate, but it’s not a big deal if he eats a meal every now and then.

As for the dietary requirements, when he was in the mountains, he naturally sought the best. Even if it was the mulberry, which could be called a fairy fruit in the outside world, he was not interested. He even tasted the mulberry wine carefully brewed by the two old men only once.

   But when you go out of the mountain, everything is naturally "as you go to the countryside, follow the customs".

   So this dish of fried small leeks with soil eggs, the ingredients are the same, and the cooking level of the old lady is also the same, but what Xu Guangling eats is not rough, but flavor. - because the requirements are different.

   In addition to this plate, there are also fried sour bamboo shoots, four wild small fish stewed with tofu, and then a plate of fried shredded potatoes with green peppers.

   is four dishes.

   The food is served with rice wine made by the old man.

There is wine and vegetables. When the wine is strong, the talk is even stronger. Until the third month of the month, Xu Guangling and the old man shared a jar of rice wine that weighed six or seven kilograms, and swept away a few side dishes on the table. And light, not even a shredded potato remains.

  The old lady in the middle left the table and added another dish, and came a plate of shredded potatoes, shredded tofu and fried spring rolls.

   After this long talk, Xu Guangling understood the life of the old man, about his medicine and medicine, almost like a picture.

   The wine was intoxicated, and after the dinner, the old man fell asleep while enjoying himself and being quite drunk.

Three or four kilograms of rice wine, for ordinary people, that is really no joke, maybe not drunk, maybe not high, but after careful drinking and slow drinking, plus a few hours of "fermentation", it is enough to make absolutely no Most people are drunk and don't know what the world is like.

   After some drinking talk, the old man really introduced Xu Guangling as a confidant.

   But to Xu Guangling, the old man is not his confidant. Not to mention the old man, even the two old people in the mountains would hardly be called his confidants.

   As Xu Guangling continued to advance on the road of the great master, some of his heights, some of his cognitions and feelings were increasingly difficult for the two old people to reach, so hard to imagine.

   The same is true of the two big sect-level figures, let alone others, let alone think too much.

  Perhaps, up to now, only Jiantianjing can have a comprehensive communication with him? But this one himself said that it is not "life", so the interaction between them is not so much an exchange as a question and answer.

   is not a confidant and does not affect communication.

   Just like this banquet of wine, this conversation, the old man was so passionate about wine, and Xu Guangling was equally interested.

  Autumn is here, and the yellow and red leaves all over the mountains and plains can be admired, but among them, a leaf on a tree can also stop Xu Guangling and let him watch and appreciate it, even admiring it.

  The old man is sleeping in such a dark night, he really doesn't know what the world is like!

   He didn't wake up until after four o'clock in the afternoon the next day.

   pulled his shoes out of the bedroom, and he shouted at the old lady who was busy in the yard: "Old lady, where's Xiao Xu?"

   "People left early! I drank the millet porridge I made in the morning and left with a smile! Dead old man, there is still some porridge left, do you want to drink it?"

  Before drinking the porridge, the old man discovered the abnormality of his body.

A little anomaly was ignored by him because he drank too much last night and he was in good spirits at a happy event, but in the next few days, or more than ten days, anomalies were discovered more and more, until it was completely impossible. neglect.

  Although he practises medicine and medicine, as the so-called "doctors do not heal themselves".

   In other words, some minor ailments and pains are beyond the reach of medicine. Also, when people get old, no matter what, their body and spirit are by no means what they can reach when they are prosperous.

   But the old man felt like he had a second spring.

   He felt a fire inside his body, burning slowly, driving out all the weakness in his body, even minor illnesses and pains.

  If the day is fire, then the night is water, flowing slowly in the body.

   brought him a deep sleep.

   The most obvious change, and also the most objective rather than subjective change in physical and mental improvement, is the sparse gray hair on his head, which has turned black again.

  All hair, it's the same.

   Jet black!

   When you look at it, you will feel young, energetic, and energetic.

  A few days later, the old man received a jar of rice wine that also weighed six or seven kilograms. After a tasting, he and the old lady drank a little bit every day, and it took more than a month to finish the jar of wine.

During the process of    drinking, the same feeling, a similar phenomenon, also appeared on the old lady.

   "Xiao Xu, Xiao Xu." The old man sometimes sighed and wondered who the "reporter Xiao Xu" was.

"Good boy!" The old lady repeated this comment over and over again, and was very sorry, "Hey, you didn't say it earlier on the day of the dead old man, you said that I didn't have much time to prepare the meal, and I didn't have the best dishes. Can do it!"

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