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Pushing open the fence that was already overgrown with green vines, Liu Mang walked into the courtyard. The floor of the yard is paved with large irregular bluestones, and weeds grow out of the cracks in the bluestones, which is very tenacious.

When I came to the stone house, the stone house was also made of stone blocks, and the roof was covered with stone slabs one inch thick, probably because of this, so it did not collapse in the wind and rain for many years.

"Dongbi Caolu? "When I walked to the door of the stone house, there was a sign made of stone with four small traditional characters written on it.

"Ahem!" As soon as he pushed open the small door made of logs, Liu Mang was choked by the dust from the house and coughed repeatedly.

The furnishings in the house were very simple, with only a stone kang, a stove, a wooden table and a wooden chair. On the wooden table was an inkstone and a few bald brushes.

Liu Mang's fingers brushed the tabletop, and there was a thick layer of dust on it, and it seemed that no one had been in this room for a long time.

"Who is it? Who built a house in this inaccessible place?" Liu Mang had too many doubts in his heart.

"Hey, what is this?" A black square object next to the inkstone attracted Liu Mang's attention. He picked it up and blew the dust on it, which turned out to be a small seal.

"Shizhen Seal?" Seeing these words, Liu Mang's mind flashed: "Why didn't I think of it? It turned out to be Li Shizhen!"

Dongbi Caolu, "Food Treasures", Shizhen Seal. All these clues have solved the doubts in Liu Mang's heart for a long time.

"At first, I thought that the word "Shizhen" on "Shizhenlu" referred to precious ingredients, but I didn't expect it to be the homonym of 'Shizhen'. And the author of this book must be Mr. Li Shizhen, a famous medical scientist in the Ming Dynasty. ”

"I have already learned history in middle school, and I said that Li Shizhen is Dongbi. He has successively gone to Wudang Mountain, Lushan, Maoshan, Niushou Mountain, Huguang, Anhui, Henan, Hebei and other places to collect drug specimens and prescriptions, and worshiped fishermen, woodcutters, farmers, coachmen, pharmacists, and snake catchers as teachers, so as to complete the "Compendium of Materia Medica", a masterpiece of the world. It turned out that in addition to medical books, Mr. Li also left the book "Food Treasures". ”

Liu Mang thought as he watched carefully in the room, and after looking for a while, he whispered again: "Is there a door here?"

The wooden door is covered with dust, and at first glance it blends in with the stone wall, and you can't see it unless you look closely.

"Crunch!" Liu Mang gently pushed, and the wooden door opened from the inside out, and the scorching sunlight shone in from behind the door, making him can't help but squint his eyes.

Outside the gate is a small courtyard with a cliff wall at the back, and a clear spring water gushes out of the stone crevice above the cliff and flows into the stone depression below.

The yard was lush and full of green plants, Liu Mang just glanced at it, and suddenly felt that one of his hearts was about to jump out of his chest.

Ginseng! A yard full of ginseng! There are four and five kinds of ginseng, and there are dozens of six or seven grades! And above the stone depression, there are three six or seven feet high, and the leaves on them are obviously divided into eight petals! What kind of treasure is this!

The bigger surprise was still to come, Liu Mang walked in front of the three eight-grade ginseng kings, and actually found that there was a small leaf on it, although the leaf was very small, but there was still an extra one!

What does this mean? This means that this eight-rank ginseng king has already shown traces of evolution to the ninth grade!

"What should I do, have you received all the space?" Liu Mang said excitedly, his hands trembling.

After thinking about it carefully, he made a decision, two of the three eight-grade plants were taken away, and one was left for the destined person.

These ginseng should have been transplanted here by Li Shizhen, and he couldn't dig them all up, so he had to leave some roots. The remaining six or seven grades are taken away by two-thirds, and the fourth to fifth grades are taken away, after all, the soil quality of the space is better, which is more suitable for the reproduction of ginseng.

It took an hour for Liu Mangcai to complete the ginseng transplantation with Xiaobao's cooperation.

"This trip is really worth it!" Liu Mang touched his stomach: "I should get something to eat, spend the night here tonight, and go back tomorrow." ”

Liu Mang first took out a rag and a bucket from the space, took a bucket of water from the puddle to clean the inside of the stone house, and then went to the forest to find some firewood, ready to make a fire to cook and treat himself.

In fact, wild ginseng is rarely used for cooking, and it is generally soaked in water or sliced and contained in the mouth. Because if it is used for cooking, one is too wasteful, and the other is that the medicinal power of real wild ginseng is too strong, and it is a bit weak and cannot be replenished.

But Liu Mang is now a rich man, and of course he is not afraid of waste. He took a five-grade ginseng, and caught a little hen of about a pound from the space, ready to make a ginseng chicken.

The clay urn on the stove is cleaned, then the slaughtered and washed hens are eviscerated, then the ginseng is stuffed in the abdominal cavity of the chicken, and finally water is added to cover the back of the chicken, and then the heat is boiled and then turned to low heat and slowly simmered.

The recipe for this dish is very simple, except for ginseng and hen, even ginger slices can be left out, in order to highlight the original flavor of the ingredients.

The fire under the stove gently licked the bottom of the pot, and the soup in the pot made a 'gurgling' sound. Anyway, it's still early, so Liu Mang is very patient.

This pot of chicken soup was boiled from noon to evening, and a special aroma seeped out of the urn.

The aroma of real wild ginseng is very special, somewhat similar to the taste of refreshing oil. As soon as you inhale, the whole person's nasal cavity will have a cool and swishing feeling.

"Well, you can start eating! It's a pity that Xiao Wu is not here, and I can't finish this pot of chicken soup myself. Liu Mang rubbed his hands together and lifted the lid of the urn.

Taste it, sprinkle in a small half spoonful of salt, and stir lightly.

After a long time of stewing, the chicken has been completely stewed, and a layer of golden oil stars floats on top of the soup, which is very eye-catching.

First take out a spoon, scoop up a spoonful of chicken soup and put it to your mouth, and after blowing a few breaths, Liu Mang gently sipped: "Wow, it's really fresh!"

Wild ginseng is worthy of being wild ginseng, far from being comparable to those artificially cultivated ginseng.

After dozens or hundreds of years of growth, the medicinal properties in it have precipitated in it, and the taste is several times stronger. Now it has been stewed and completely melted into this pot of chicken broth.

In addition to being fresh, it is also slightly bitter, which is the original taste of ginseng. However, this bitterness only turns at the base of the tongue, and immediately begins to return to sweetness.

This ginseng chicken soup uses the purity of ingredients to deduce the skills that Liu Mang was once proud of.