"Do you know that ordinary people make glutinous rice cakes during the Chinese New Year?" Jiang Hua saw the puzzled expressions of Lin Zeng and the others, and said, "Steamed glutinous rice, put it in a stone mortar and mash it, you can get delicious and tender glutinous rice." www.biquge.info In many places in the south, like rice cakes, glutinous rice cakes are a must-have food for happy events such as New Year's holidays, moving and getting married. The rice dumplings in our town are actually a kind of glutinous rice dumplings with their own regional characteristics. ”

As soon as he said this, Lin Zeng understood.

And Isaac and Redboy didn't understand a little when they heard it, but one of them took pictures, the other observed carefully, and didn't ask much.

Soon, a short and fat middle-aged man with a loudspeaker, holding a loudspeaker, walked into the martial arts arena.

"Folks, this year's glutinous rice dumplings were personally taken care of by my father Mi Sanye, and the wind and rain were smooth, and the blood glutinous rice was harvested!" The fat man crackled and said a lot, and as he spoke, the area around the open space gradually quieted down, and the martial arts arena gradually only had his voice.

"This blood glutinous rice can be said to be the best quality batch in the past ten years, and I believe that the rice dumplings made with this batch of blood glutinous rice as raw materials will definitely taste better. The fat man said excitedly, waved his fist, the surrounding onlookers of the town were very familiar with him, listening to him, the atmosphere immediately became warm.

"Well, let's not talk long. Today, two hundred catties of blood glutinous rice are already hot in the steamer, just waiting for our group of young people to start work and show their skills!" Humpty Dumpty also seemed to know that he couldn't talk too much nonsense, so he casually explained two sentences and shouted.

As his words fell, more than 20 aunts each held a basin of steamed blood glutinous rice, and each pot of blood glutinous rice was steamed with at least three catties of blood glutinous rice.

The aunts who were carrying the plates poured the almost black-red blood glutinous rice in the basin into the bluestone stones on the martial arts arena.

On each stone, a hot breath came out, and the young man standing next to the stone couldn't wait, picked up the wooden stick in his hand, and threw it towards the cooked glutinous rice on the bluestone.

Lin Zeng watched the martial arts arena, these young people were like dragons, moving like rabbits, waving the wooden stick with the thick arm in their hands, and smashed it at the small bluestone platform in front of him.

Even Lin Zeng, who didn't have any research on martial arts, saw the routine of these young people wielding wooden sticks, and he also understood that the residents of Jiangfeng Town actually used the way of practicing wooden sticks to smash the steamed blood glutinous rice on the bluestone.

That's a lot of fun.

Such a special way of making glutinous rice cakes is unheard of by Lin Zeng.

Isaac saw that he was a peerless master, and he almost rushed to apprentice in excitement.

"Crack, crack, crack!"

"Bang!"

"Liu's stick method, also known as the plum blossom stick method. According to records, the earliest ancestor was Liu Mingfang, Liu Mingfang used to be the personal guard of the Jiang clan patriarch, and later followed the Jiang ancestors and migrated here from the north, and was the second largest surname in Jiangfeng Town. Later, the Liu family stick method was gradually taught to young people with foreign surnames, which led to the tradition of practicing the stick method with glutinous rice cakes in the village. Jiang Hua tilted his head slightly and told Lin Zeng the origin of Jiang Fengzhen's rice dumplings.

"I see. Lin Zeng suddenly realized.

These young people are very good-looking.

Especially for foreign children like Isaac, he felt that their smooth movements were the same as those of the stars in kung fu movies, and he held his mobile phone tightly to record the orthodox photos of this group of young people dancing with wooden sticks and beating rice dumplings.

Lin Zeng is also a layman in these martial arts.

Jiang Hua watched it with great interest, and at the same time, he explained it to Lin Zeng in the tone of a professional.

"Do you see the long-haired beauty on the very edge? You see her stick movement is smooth, the stick momentum is like a rainbow, endless, although the power is inferior to men, but the skills are not as good as the others," Jiang Hua's first half of the sentence sounded like a serious martial arts commentator, but he didn't say a word, and his style suddenly changed, "Liu Yi's stick method, the beaten rice dumplings taste smooth, the rice fragrance is wanton, more soft than ordinary rice dumplings, and it is most suitable for frying with hot oil, sprinkle some fine salt, and it is delicious." She has been participating in rice dumplings since she was 18 years old, and every year the rice dumplings are snapped up by the villagers. I'll be in charge of grabbing Liu Yi's glutinous rice dumplings later. ”

“……”

Lin Zeng didn't know what to say.

It turns out that this is the real purpose of beating rice dumplings?

Use ancestral martial arts to make the most delicious rice dumplings!

Uh, that sounds so weird.

"Look at you, that fat man," Jiang Hua poked Lin Zeng's arm, obviously his emotions were driven by the enthusiastic stick method in the martial arts arena, "That guy, the ancestor is a side branch of the Liu family, but he has no interest in glutinous cakes, since he was a child, when he practiced stick method, he was lazy and greedy for fun, but he learned the skill of the old lady next door to the Liu family. The baked cakes he made tasted good. Now I have opened a few small shops in Haishi to buy pancakes. You see his steps are vain, and his hand holding the bamboo pole is slipping away. This year's bloody glutinous rice he beats must be eye-catching for everyone. ”

"And so much more? By the way, have you also learned these stick techniques?"

"No!" Jiang Hua shook his head and said, "My mother is afraid that after I finish studying, I will fight invincible opponents all over the world, so I won't let me learn." ”

...... "Well, Jiang painted her mother, thinking about it like this, it makes too much sense."

"Wow, the kung fu of fat intestines has grown a lot, and it is estimated that I am practicing hard. Jiang Hua pointed to a young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes and said, this young man who is about one meter seven tall, with a stick in his hand, is playing like a flower, "I really look forward to the blood glutinous rice dumplings he smashed out today." ”

This young man, known as the fat intestine, struck very evenly with the stick, and the upper part of the stick, under his control, smashed wave after wave towards the bloody glutinous rice of the bluestone platform.

After a while, the blood glutinous rice was kneaded into a reddish-purple rice ball.

This young man known as the fat intestine. It was the fastest time to complete the task, and it took less than twenty minutes.

"The blood glutinous rice dumplings smashed out of the fat intestines last year are refreshing and elastic, and are most suitable for boiling cabbage, shiitake mushrooms and shrimp skin. Be sure to grab more this year. "Jiang Hua has been completely immersed in the fantasy of deliciousness, like a predatory beast, ready to go.

However, she still watched and listened to all directions, and understood the specific situation of these young people's stick methods.

"Everyone else is a little regressive!"

After reading them one by one, Jiang Hua muttered unsatisfied.

"Okay, this year's goal is Liu Yi and the fat intestine!" Jiang Hua shook his fists and whispered to Lin Zeng, "Wait a while, after everyone is over, we will go straight to the goal, and we can get back as much as we can. ”