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Had dinner

Zhang Feng walked towards the back mountain, the winding mountain road was rugged, but Zhang Feng still walked like a fly, as fast as walking on the ground.

Soon Zhang Feng came to his orchard, and rushed straight to the place where the trap was laid yesterday without stopping.

"Hehe, good luck, I really got a harvest. As soon as Zhang Feng arrived at the place where the trap was laid, he saw a brightly colored pheasant locked in a cage, apparently a rooster.

Everyone knows that the feathers of a rooster are more showy than those of a hen, which is one of the ways to distinguish a rooster from a hen, but you may not know why the feathers of a rooster are more colorful?

In fact, the reason why the feathers of the rooster are more colorful is to attract the attention of the hen, so as to gain the favor of the hen, just like the peacock that we are familiar with, all in order to get the opportunity to contact with the opposite sex.

Zhang Feng didn't catch the pheasant out immediately, because Zhang Feng still had to go to Qinglong Mountain to pick some mugwort, which according to Uncle Dashan was on the edge of the mountain temple.

So Zhang Feng could only put the pheasant here temporarily, which was very remote and inaccessible, and he was not afraid of being discovered.

Subsequently, Zhang Feng continued to walk towards the mountain, when leaving the road, after entering the mountains and forests, Zhang Feng completely let go of the speed, one step is a few meters, over the mountains and mountains as if walking on the ground, as if the martial arts master who has practiced light skills, the figure quickly shuttled in the mountains and forests, Zhang Feng quickly marched, but a cup of tea came to the destination, the top of Qinglong Mountain, the site of the original mountain temple.

As soon as he came to the top of the mountain, looking at the mountain temple in front of him, Zhang Feng was extremely kind, thinking about the cattle herding baby when he was a child, he often came here to herd cattle, and played hide and seek with his friends.

It seems that all this happened yesterday, but unfortunately the flowers are similar every year, and the people are different every year, the green mountains are still there, so people will no longer come, and once the time has passed, it will be like the river flowing eastward, not transferred by the will of people.

Soon, Zhang Feng found a piece of mugwort, which was lush and standing on top of the high mountain, and Zhang Feng pulled out five or six plants and stopped.

It is a common custom in the south to hang mugwort at the door of the house during the Dragon Boat Festival, as long as one or two are symbolically hung on the line, it is said that this can repel insects and ward off evil spirits and protect the peace and security of the family.

After turning around along the top of the mountain, Zhang Feng suddenly found several old tea trees in the backyard of the broken temple, which Zhang Feng speculated might have been planted by the temple keepers in the previous temple.

In fact, before this, many people found the tea trees here, at first everyone thought that it was a cherished tea species, but after the identification of experts in the county, they were just the most ordinary bitter tea, not a precious variety at all.

So these tea trees have been growing here, and no one cares about them.

Zhang Feng chose a verdant and tall tea tree about one meter high, and planned to get it back and plant it in his yard, picking up the soil and stones at the root of the tea tree, and Zhang Feng quickly uprooted the tea tree.

With an unexpected harvest, Zhang Feng picked up the tea tree and mugwort and prepared to go down the mountain and leave.

Standing on the top of the mountain and looking at the fiery sunset, looking at the beautiful sunset on the horizon, it is a pity that the sunset is infinitely good, but it is near dusk, and the beauty is short-lived.

Although the scenery at the top of the mountain is beautiful, it is not early, and night is about to fall, so if you don't hurry down the mountain, you may not be able to get home before dark.

So Zhang Feng no longer hesitated, took a step, and jumped quickly down the mountain, even if there were rocks and ravines all over the place, Zhang Feng was still walking on the ground, climbing the mountain and wading through the water, and soon arrived at the foot of the mountain.

Coming to the orchard again, Zhang Feng took the pheasant away, chose a place to lay a trap again, and left the orchard, the sky gradually darkened, and when Zhang Feng returned home, the sky was already full of stars, and it was completely into the night.

"Xiaofeng is back?Hey, where did you pick the mugwort?" The mother was resting in the yard when she saw the mugwort in Zhang Feng's hand and asked curiously.

"I'm back, I picked it on the edge of the mountain temple. Zhang Feng smiled slightly.

"You caught another pheasant...... When Zhang Feng put down the mugwort and the tea tree, his mother found that Zhang Feng still had a brightly colored pheasant in his hand, and her face was overjoyed.

"Well, I went to see the trap I set in the orchard yesterday, and I caught such a pheasant. Zhang Feng lifted the pheasant in his hand and said with a smile.

"Hurry up and close it, and sell it when someone buys it. In my mother's eyes, such a pheasant was just two or three red tickets, and I used to have to work for a few days to make so much money.

"Got it, Mom!" Zhang Feng knew that his mother was reluctant to eat, and he had eaten two pheasants recently, Zhang Feng was not very interested in pheasants, although the pheasants tasted good, but they were just fresh, in fact, its taste was not much better than that of local chickens.

After closing the pheasant, Zhang Feng hung the mugwort on both sides of the gate, then took out the hoe, and prepared to plant the tea tree in the yard, just on the right side of the yard, next to the gourd vine.

But in five or six minutes, Zhang Feng planted the tea tree, and then Zhang Feng took out the watering pot and began to water it.

"Sister, what are you frying in the kitchen?" Walking into the house, Zhang Feng heard the sound of the eldest sister shoveling pots in the kitchen, and asked suspiciously.

"The little brother is back, isn't it the Dragon Boat Festival tomorrow, I'll fry some glutinous rice, and I'm going to wrap a few zongzi later. "The eldest sister is ingenious, the dumplings are not only delicious, but also durable, when the eldest sister was at home in the past, she was almost responsible for making the dumplings during the Dragon Boat Festival every year.

"Oh, do you need my help?" Zhang Feng asked as he walked into the kitchen.

"Just now, little brother, you help me cut the pork belly into small pieces, and then marinate it with condiments, and use it later when I make zongzi. Everyone said as they got busy.

"Okay! I'll leave it to me!" Zhang Feng is already very skilled in cutting vegetables and meat, since he has obtained the primary cooking skills, Zhang Feng's knife skills have improved rapidly, although it is not exaggerated to the extent of cooking, but it is also quite clever.

Eating zongzi on the Dragon Boat Festival is a custom that has been passed down for thousands of years, even if it is far away in the southwest, such a remote place is still the same.

It is said that the Dragon Boat Festival is to commemorate the ancient poet Qu Yuan, when Qu Yuan had no hope of saving the country, desperately thrown into the Miluo River, the Chu people who heard the news, in order to make him not starve after death, so they wrapped rice balls with leaves and threw them into the river, in order to express their nostalgia for Qu Yuan.

In the end, this slowly evolved into the custom of eating zongzi, of course, this is just a legend, an explanation of eating zongzi during the Dragon Boat Festival.

In Zhang Feng's view, whether it is eating zongzi or rowing dragon boats, as long as the family is happy, everyone is healthy and safe.

Although today's life is ordinary, Zhang Feng cherishes it very much, he has no lofty ideals, and his greatest wish is to hope that his family will live happily.