Chapter 183: White Jade Dragon's Eye (3)

In the small kiln, the red charcoal fire bakes the longan, and the refreshing fragrance comes from the dragon's eye on the iron chuáng.

Naruto carefully added charcoal to the stove, the fire should not be too big, the dried longan baked too big will have a burnt taste, and if it is too small, the dried longan baked will taste much worse because it has been roasted by charcoal for a long time. Nowadays, most of the dried longans are roasted with machinery and rarely with fire, but that also lacks a bit of natural taste. Lelang's dried longan wants to keep it for himself and eat it slowly, of course, he has to make it better. Even the coals made from these longan wood were bought by him from a village far away below, which really took a lot of effort.

Le Lang brought the baked longan home, and then brought the longan that was picked off at home to bake, and he forgot how many times he went back and forth.

The average longan tree produces the most longan at about 200 catties, but the old longan tree has a high yield, and some old longan trees can receive about 1,000 catties, but very little. He didn't weigh how many catties these old longan trees of Lelang's family collected, but according to his visual inspection, the longan of each old longan tree is definitely not less than 1,000 catties, mainly because the flesh of these old longan trees is thick and the water is sufficient, so it will be so heavy.

For the sake of these longans, his uncle also came over to criticize him fiercely, saying that he knew how to eat, and how much money he had to sell it. But then I knew that he was going to bake it into dried longan, and then he was silent, saying that this longan baked into dried longan can also be sold, and the price is more expensive than fresh longan, and after looking at the longan flesh of Lelang's family, the weight after baking must be higher than that of ordinary longan, and it should be able to sell at a good price.

He didn't know that Le Lang didn't want to sell these longans at all, otherwise he wouldn't know how to scold Le Lang, a loser.

The people in the village all knew that his family's old longan tree had produced a terrible longan, and they came to see it. He also generously took out those fresh longans to greet the villagers. Everyone who ate longan cocked their thumbs and said yes, thinking about whether they would plant a branch next year, or they would go to the mountains to dig a wild longan and plant it to see if it would be so good as Lelang's longan.

For the old longan tree over the branch (grafting), Le Lang doesn't care, this old longan is luxuriant, and it is also good to loosen it properly, but it can't be messed around, Le Lang thought about whether he would find a reliable person to come over the branch, otherwise he would lose these old longans, but he would cry.

The longan that Le Lang took to bake was almost as much as three trees, and he kept the longan of one tree and ate it slowly, anyway, he was not afraid of breaking it in the jade Ruyi space. He put the baked longan into the jade Ruyi space, and when he had time, he took it out and peeled it, which would save trouble. This dried longan is a good thing to nourish, when it is cold, it is stewed and eaten with black chicken in winter, and the sweetness can make you warm up for a winter.

The longan of the old longan tree knot of the Lelang family is weird, and the longan baked into this is also weird, the longan dried longan that is generally baked is black and yellow, but the longan dried longan baked by these white jade longan is not the same, it is also black, but it is black thoroughly, giving people a feeling of black gold and black gold. When shining under the sun, it seems that it will reflect a touch of light, which is incredible.

Le Lang and San Lang sat under the longan tree and peeled the dried longan,... Several of their dogs lay lazily asleep next to them. There is also a cat on one side, oh, it's not a cat, it's a civet dog, but it was named "kitten" by Saburo.

The "kitten" civet is curled up and asleep in the hallway, with one tail still flicking over there, looking very cute. Since that day Le Lang gave it fruit to eat, this little guy is completely dependent on Le Lang, every time he eats, he runs over to find it to eat, and then he simply set up a nest in the tree of Le Lang's house, and often runs out to hang in his house, not at all like the nocturnal animal introduced in the book.

Le Lang and San Lang sat on one side, with a table in the middle, and a rice sieve on it, and a baked longan was placed in the rice sieve. The two of them peeled the dragon's eye and looked quite serious. But how did Saburo throw the peeled dried longan into his mouth?

San Lang, the little guy, while peeling the longan, stuffed the dried longan into his mouth, nine out of ten entered his stomach, and he didn't know if he was peeling the longan or eating the longan, and Le Lang, who saw it, only shook his head.

The weather is fine, the sun shines through the branches and leaves of the old longan trees in the courtyard, and the cool breeze blows outside, which makes people feel very comfortable.

Sitting under the tree, Le Lang peeled the longan while thinking melancholy that it was the Mid-Autumn Festival again.

"Ah Lang, Ah Lang ......"

The fat fisherman came in from outside, and since that time the fat man had caught a big fish, they had organized to come here every Sunday to fish, but since that time, they have not caught a big fish. Some anglers even brought their sons over and asked him to pee in the lake to see if he could pee a big fish, but of course there was no result.

Le Lang looked up and asked, "What's the matter?" ”

"I heard that your longan tastes good, I want to buy some and try it." This fat man didn't know who he heard that Lelang's longan tasted very good, and he also wanted to buy some to taste.

Le Lang begged him, and said lightly: "Don't sell it." ”

"Uh......," the fat man was stunned.

"I don't have much left, I want to keep it for myself to eat, don't sell it, if you want it, I'll give you a little taste, and there will be no more."

"Well, well, something is better than nothing." The fat man said with a decadent face.

Le Lang stood up and went inside to take a bag and fill it for him, not much, just a few catties, so that the fat man who was watching from the side said that he slammed the door.

After taking the longan, Le Lang washed his hands, wiped it clean and continued to peel off the longan, regardless of the fat man.

The fat man looked at the dried longan in the rice sieve and asked, "This is also a dried longan baked with longan." ”

Le Lang replied irrationally.

The fat man looked at it and picked up a dried longan peeled by San Lang and stuffed it into his mouth, and suddenly felt an incomparably sweet taste welling up in his heart, which was a taste he had never tasted.

Just as he was intoxicated eating longan, San Lang next to him stood up angrily, pouted his little face, pointed at the fat man and said, "You are not a good person, you steal my dried longan, Uncle Ah Lang, he steals my dried longan." San Lang turned his head to Le Lang and shouted a complaint.

Le Lang glanced at the fat man very angrily when he heard this, this fat man had nothing to do to provoke him, but he hurriedly said to San Lang: "San Lang, let's not worry about him, just give him a dried longan to eat, okay." ”

"Hmm......" Saburo looked at the fat man, thought for a moment, and then responded: "Okay." However, he quickly moved the peeled longan in front of him.

The fat man ate dried longan, and suddenly asked Le Lang with wide eyes: "Ah Lang, are these longans for sale?" ”

"Not for sale." Le Lang thought in his heart, this little thing is not enough to eat and give away, how to sell it.

"Not for sale?" The fat man exclaimed, there are really people who don't like money these days.

"Well, it's not much, sell me what to eat." Le Lang said angrily.

When the fat man heard this, he grabbed a few handfuls of unpeeled longan on the table and stuffed them into his pocket, and walked out stupidly, seeing that San Lang next to him was dumbfounded.

The fat man walked back to the lake while eating longan and scolding, and a few fishing friends who often came to fish looked at him and asked him what was wrong.

"It's not him yet," the fat man pointed in the direction of Le Lang's house and said, "This guy, don't you just want to buy some longan and longan from him, the baby is like something, and he refuses to sell it alive or dead, who do you say this is?" ”

The crowd laughed, and one of the anglers looked at the bag he was holding and asked, "What is your bag?" ”

"Longan, he gave it, he said it well, you can't sell it, but you can get some for me to taste it. Damn, that's not enough for me to stuff my nostrils? The fat man was resentful, and said very dissatisfiedly to a few fishing friends who were fishing together.

"Oh, then we'll have to taste it and see what this longan tastes like." As he spoke, he and a few fishing friends picked up the longan in the bag he was carrying and ate it, and half of it was gone in a few clicks.

The fat man was dumbfounded, and hurriedly said, "Hey, hey, leave me a little, I haven't eaten much yet?" ”

Under the old longan tree, Le Lang peeled the dried longan, and saw San Lang holding the dried longan and stuffing it into his mouth, and he also took one and ate it in his mouth, peeling it while eating. This thing, San Lang eats too much, it's nothing, children, don't be afraid of getting angry, he will have nosebleeds if he eats too much, not to mention that the dried longan from these old dragons in his family is of good quality, with a lot of sugar, and the sweetness is fatal, which adds to the fire.

Lao Dao walked in with a gift box, and Le Lang took a look at the Mid-Autumn Festival mooncakes.

Now most of the moon cakes in the Nanzhou market are Cantonese moon cakes, the Cantonese moon cakes have a thin skin and thick filling, but they are sweet and greasy, Le Lang doesn't like it very much, he prefers the local moon cakes in Nanzhou.

The local mooncakes in Nanzhou are relatively monotonous, there are only two kinds, one is the puff pastry mooncake with bean paste, and the other is the meat-filled dough mooncake. Lelang prefers puff pastry moon cakes, round moon cakes are like moonlight, take a bite of crispy, the skin filling is moderate, and it is very delicious.

Lao Dao walked into the courtyard, saw Le Lang they were peeling the dried longan, walked to the side and took one and ate it, San Lang next to him looked at it and called sweetly "Lao Dao Grandpa", and Lede Lao Dao rubbed his little fat face fiercely.

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