"Since my junior high school, every year when I get together with my family, I am alone," Lin Zeng showed a sad expression on his face, and slowly confided in Jiang Hua, in the glass pot on the table, the wine was slightly cold, and it was very comfortable to drink, "I am used to living alone, and I haven't known the taste of festivals for a long time." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

He rarely told people about his loneliness, revealing the sadness in his heart, and then gaining sympathetic eyes from others, which was a very disgusting thing for Lin Zeng.

For some reason, in front of Jiang Pictures, Lin Zeng rarely talked about his own affairs.

He had a feeling that Jiang Hua would not look at himself with pity and sympathy like ordinary people.

Jiang Hua listened to Lin Zeng's words quietly, watched Lin Zeng drink a few glasses of wine a little violently, but did not dissuade him, but took a large chicken leg and put it into his bowl, and then poured himself a full glass of red wine, raised his glass refreshingly, and then drank it all in a few sips, his face did not change at all.

Lin Zeng liked Jiang Hua's response very much, and also drank a cup before picking up the delicate chicken thigh in the bowl and nibbling it.

"I went home on the twenty-ninth of the year, in my hometown, the twenty-ninth is a small year, and then I returned to Qinghe City on the third day of the first month. Jiang Hua told Lin Zeng about his itinerary.

"Then I'm ......" Lin Zeng's face was easy to blush when he drank, and at this time, his face was already red and he grinned a big smile.

"Of course, it's with me, marry a chicken with a chicken, marry a dog with a dog, marry Jiang Hua and eat and go. By the way, it seems that you came to my house to prepare some gifts," Jiang Hua gnawed his nails with some annoyance. After she decided to take Lin Zeng home to see her father, she didn't hide her attitude, and said very honestly, "Why don't I find an old classmate to buy some tea or something, as a meeting gift." ”

"Okay, I'll follow you," Lin Zeng laughed, but he didn't agree with Jiang Hua's idea of giving gifts. Just kidding! With a huge breeder inheritance, does he still need to go to the street to buy tea? Lin Zeng clipped Jiang Hua with her favorite chicken wings, "The first time I visited my girlfriend's house, how could I ask you to help me prepare a gift? Don't worry, I will prepare it properly." When the time comes, I'll pick you up. ”

"Oh," Listening to Lin Zeng's words, Jiang Hua nodded, and didn't think about it anymore, she felt that Lin Zeng was a very reliable person, if he packed the ticket, then she didn't have to worry.

Dinner in progress.

What kind of life is the happiest?

For foodies, it's about having a big stomach that can sweep all the delicious food into your stomach.

If you want to eat, you can eat and drink freely, and you don't have to worry about your stomach not being able to hold it.

It's the most satisfying and happy thing.

Therefore, Jiang Hua has always thought that her big appetite has brought her far more happiness than trouble.

Now, Lin Zeng gradually moved closer to her with his appetite, and he actually felt that this feeling was not bad.

You can eat as much as you want, and you don't have to worry about having enough stomach space to accommodate your food.

Dinner was almost entirely disc-disc.

Even a glass pot full of red wine, about two catties of weight, also drank it all.

After tidying up, Lin Zeng's wine smell had not faded, and his face was still flushed.

Although he was clear-headed, his eyes couldn't help but be a little intoxicated and empty.

Jiang Hua took Ah Bao by the hand, saw that Lin Zeng was going to leave by electric car, thought about it, grabbed the corner of his clothes, and said: "You still don't ride, it's not safe to drink and drive, although it's an electric car, but my road here is relatively dim, if something happens, it's not good, there are rooms in the villa, you can rest for a night and then leave." ”

Lin Zeng drank a little drunk, but he was not stupid, he didn't even excuse himself, and immediately agreed to come down with kindness.

Of course, on this night, there were no expected "accidents".

After drinking, Jiang Hua and Lin Zeng sat side by side on the rooftop of the villa, planning the development plan of her farm.

Lavender is the main plant of the farm, and at the same time, it can develop bee breeding and hydrosol production and other processing techniques.

At the same time, Lin Zeng, with his professional vision as a breeder, can also put forward a lot of opinions to Jiang Hua.

Especially for some special plants that Jiang Hua could not imagine, Lin Zeng could directly provide Jiang Hua for planting.

However, the focus of Jianghua's development next year is on the aquaculture industry.

Through two months of practice, it has been proved that her lavender farm is very suitable for free-range chickens, ducks and geese.

They are able to find enough fallen flowers and leaves for daily consumption on the farm, as well as small insects on the ground.

In addition, Jiang Hua plans to expand the breeding of bees next year. The nectar produced by Lingxiang honey lavender is very abundant, and the number of bees she currently breeds is far from saturated.

Discussing trivial matters on the farm, planting, breeding, harvesting, and picking, these seemingly unromantic topics are not at all romantic, but the two of them talk about it with relish.

They share the same interests, and from this meticulous planning, they find the joy of life.

Late at night, Jiang Hua took the lady Ah Bao back to his bedroom, and Lin Zeng also lay on the bed in the guest room with a happy heart, thinking about what kind of gifts he needed to bring to visit Jiang Hua's parents in a few days.

Write them down one by one on a notepad that you carry with you.

At the same time, in a very ordinary industrial plant in Qinghe City, the lights were lit up all night, and a thick red liquid was tumbling in a pool about one meter wide.

A neat master of about forty or fifty years old shook his wrist and lifted up the filter wooden frame immersed in the red liquid with ease.

In the tulle filter of the wooden frame, a slippery-looking red substance is very evenly distributed.

After the master lifted the wooden frame, a young soldier in military uniform took the wooden frame from the master's hand and brought it into another room.

The room temperature in this room is very high, about 40 degrees Celsius, which is very unsuitable for people to enter this oven-like room.

The young warrior, carrying a wooden frame, did not hesitate to run into the room, where the temperature was like the midday desert, and placed the wooden frame on the shelf.

After about three or four hours, 80 percent of the moisture in the red viscous substance was evaporated by the temperature of the room, leaving only a special red fabric.

Of course, the protective effect of the cloth at this time is already very strong.

When the moisture content of the fabric reaches 60%, it takes about an hour to bake, which is the time when the fabric is optimally processed, and the cutting and sewing are carried out at this time.

It is necessary to take advantage of this time to complete the finalization of protective clothing.

After cutting, continue to dry in the baking room.

Of course, this processing process is very similar to the way the ancients made rice paper.

After drying, the processing of the fabric is not yet complete.

The fabric is torn off the spun yarn and placed on a shelf in the open air, allowing the sun to dry the fabric very softly.