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It was about the morning, and the morning light had not long since dawn, but there was no sun, because it was raining lightly throughout the sky, and the small raindrops, which would drift up when the rain and mist were blown, fell on the body between wet clothes and non-wet clothes.

The view is moving towards the mountains and forests.

It seemed to be a person walking towards the mountains in this foggy and rainy weather.

The mountains are from low to high, from the horizon little by little, and the mountains and forests are from sparse to dense, from a large area with only three and two bushes of wild grass and shrubs, to a little bit of abundance, the vision is shaking here, and the action of walking in the mountains and wilderness is carried out.

Soon after, the action stopped.

Because just in front of the field of vision, there appeared a big tree that was broken, it may have been broken by thunder in stormy weather, it grew well on the ground from the root, but three meters upward, it was scorched black, and the big tree was broken here, and its upper part was scattered on the ground and in mid-air.

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

Mushroom!

A white, little white hat-like mushroom, the whole is only the size of a little finger, and the whole clump grows together in a white, tender, crisp way, which is very attractive. Only about half of this bush of mushrooms was taken, and those that were too large and too small were all kept.

If it is too large, the hat has bloomed, or will not bloom, although some of it is still edible, but its delicious taste has been gone, and its tender quality has been gone. Leaving it behind, as a way to breed, is the best option.

Too small, tangible but not qualitative, quality and tasteless, picking is a waste of money.

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

Then, in the mountains, or in the grass, or under the roots, or on the trunks of trees, 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 spared, and the vision continued to move without stopping.

After the previous small white mushroom, at least dozens of mushrooms encountered in the follow-up, of which only nine species, were picked and thrown into the bamboo back basket.

Then, the vision turned back and walked down the mountain.

A large iron pot with about half of the water in it, and the pine wood that has been split into neat pieces of wood burning slowly underneath.

Several kinds of mushrooms picked before have been processed separately, some are carefully brushed, some are simply rinsed, some are not even rinsed, there is no water at all, in the shape, some remain the same, some are split in half, some are divided into filaments, some umbrella handles are separated, or only the umbrella cap, or only the stem is taken, and then these mushrooms are put into the pot in a specific order in different orders.

What is more peculiar is that some mushrooms are scooped up soon after they are put in.

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

In the pot, what is left is a 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 boiled and had been put into a large white porcelain bowl was served, and then a spoonful of clear soup from the pot was poured into the large white porcelain bowl, and only about a third of the rice noodles were released by the clear soup and stretched out in the large white porcelain bowl.

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

Other than that, there is no oil star, no matching.

"Ten bacteria clear soup rice noodles!"

The best lamb bones are boiled, steamed, boiled, steamed, and so on and so on, until the hard skeleton continues to be soft, and the last time, after the steaming, it is dry steaming, and after the dry steaming, the fluffy and soft crispy lamb bones without any water are put into the previous water-colored clear soup.

The consommé instantly submerged in the lamb bones.

Then the lamb bones soaked in the broth are removed, slowly steamed until dry and ground into powder.

"Ten bacteria 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, still about a third of the rice noodles are put in.

Then, side by side, two identical large white porcelain bowls, two bowls of rice noodles with similar differences, one is a clear soup, and the other is a clear soup that is "sealed" and ready to use......

At this moment, the dream became illusory and blurry, and when it became clear again, it had already entered a new dream.

It's 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 stones that were taken away were first crushed, then crushed, and then the crushed powder, washed with water as if it were flour, and some of the coarse residues were washed away, and the delicate ones were left to become dough, nay, mud.

Then, the mud ball is repeatedly kneaded and torn and tempered, until it becomes a kind of "finger-wrapping" delicate.

After that, these mud balls really began the work of "finger wrapping", on a rotating turntable, in the careful and patient traction, gradually formed, into a circle, into an oval shape...... Eventually, it became a round-like form that was both simple and complex.

A high-necked mud bottle.

Then, the same process is added to this clay bottle, and the clay bottle is gradually taking off the roughness, taking off the simplicity, in the meantime, there are sweeping, pouring, painting, burning, and finally, reappearing in the field of vision, is already a beautiful white swan-like delicate long-necked celadon vase.

On the porcelain vase, a real white swan portrait, standing by the river, single wing slightly spread, long neck to the sky, posture graceful, beautiful.

After that, the vase is gently placed on the shelf......

The dream is here, and it transforms again.

This time, what appeared in the field of vision again was a wooden square plate, on which some lines were depicted horizontally and vertically, and the small round cakes marked with red and black fonts, which were also made of wood, were slowly moved on this square plate, and from time to time one or two small round cakes were taken down.

Carriages and horses are cannons, and handsome soldiers are pawns.

Chess!

The car is straight, the cannon is over the mountain, the horse walks the day, the elephant walks the field, the pawn can only go forward, and the double soldier does not leave the general's side. With a little bit of the rules on display, and then, when the head cannon, the elephant word game, the screen horse, the iron pulley, one after another layout and matching, on the chessboard, from shallow to deep, from simple to complex spread out......

The end of one dream is the beginning of another.

One after another, and one after another, seven dreams were connected, one after the other, and then faded away. When the seventh and final dream faded away again, Xu Guangling's figure moved slightly, and then he 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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