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Chapter 51 Steamed rice with acacia flowers

ps: Looking at the new book list, the famous kiln is a little sad, it may be that the local category is too niche, no one reads it, and it is recommended that you can't click on it. has been blasted all the way up, and the ranking is getting lower and lower, really, the mood is a little low. Don't say it, ask for a few recommendations, everyone will be pitiful and pitiful, a poor person who spends six or seven hours a day coding words, poor worm.

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Dou refers to the southeast, Wei is Lixia, everything has grown up so far, so the name Lixia is also. In the morning, it was just dawn, Li Feng rubbed his sleepy eyes, yawned, and looked at the time at half past four.

"Mom, it's too early, it's just a wash of your face." Li Feng was made big by Lin Ying yesterday, this girl, injured, the last garbage bin was made by herself, and she made six, and she couldn't lift her tired hands, but looking at the green round bucket of bamboo chips, she was quite proud. However, I can't let the wounded go, I ran back and forth a few times, and I didn't have idle all afternoon, and I was tired and sweaty.

"You, how many times a year, go quickly, your dad went over and called you Lin Bo them, you go quickly." Zhang Lan pushed it, shook her son, and glanced at her angrily, why is this child getting lazier and lazier, how can it be good in the future.

"Yes, yes, I'll go, wash my face in the big river, pick a willow on the willow branch, a flower in front of the locust tree, and the flowers bloom in the moon and are beautiful." Li Feng read a few crooked poems, no, even poems don't count, slip away, these are the old customs of Lijiagang people to spend Lixia, but there are many young people outside.

Lixia, the weather began to slowly get hotter, customs, at the beginning of summer, wash a handful of cold water face in the big river, a summer will not be heatstroke, this is the blessing of Hebo, it is quite mythical, Zhang Lan washed early, here Li Feng called twice, belatedly, Li Shan looked at his son from afar, sleepy-eyed, shook his head, this child is more and more lazy.

"Uncle Lin, Uncle Wang, Uncle Cheng, Lin Ying, it's early." yawned, looking at the black-eyed chicken-like Lin Ying, Li Feng held back a smile, hehe, this girl has been getting up so early for two days, it seems that she can't stand it, and the dark circles under her eyes have come out, hahaha.

"Laughing at something." Glaring at Li Feng, he found a place by himself, picked up a little river water with one hand and slapped it on his face, not to mention the cool river water, his spirit was shocked.

Li Feng held the river and looked at the big river, this year's Lixia is at home, okay. After washing his face, Li Feng and a group of people went to Hewanzi to pick willow branches, this willow branch is not a casual willow branch, this willow tree, the legend is the mother of the willow tree in Lijiagang, it has been hugged thick, the year is no longer verifiable, although it has been struck by lightning, it still stands.

"Qingjiang is a song of willows, thirty years ago the old Banqiao, once said goodbye to the old man on the bridge, hating yin and yang separated from the present." Lin Lao walked across the stone bridge, and a changed willow branch poem made Li Feng feel a little emotional, he was not like this, he had said goodbye to the beauty on the bridge, and hated the beauty to marry a woman today. It can be described as a sad parting, Li Feng shook his head, he never regretted it, why should he be a woman.

There were already many people gathered in front of the willow tree, Zhang Lan lined up early, looked at Li Feng coming over and beckoned, the second master was wearing Tang costume today, as the oldest old man today, most of these ceremonies were presided over by him, and others couldn't suppress the scene. The women in the village are sometimes quite cute, which family has something to do, help wash the vegetables, and cook without any words, but usually trivial things can also make a fuss.

"Let's get started." The firecrackers lit up, crackling, startling a field of water birds, and there were a few woodpeckers in the big willow tree, frightened, flying, and one was accidentally injured by the firecracker.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Li Feng grabbed Lin Ying, this girl, this is not an electric cannon, the so-called safety firecracker, the earthen firecracker used is powerful, and it is not a joke to blow up your face. Especially the thickness of a dozen or so arms in the middle, it is absolutely powerful.

"You didn't see the woodpecker hurt, you let go, you didn't hear." Lin Ying watched the bird struggle in the firecrackers, and her heart was like a knife, but Li Feng was pulling hard, whether it was a woodpecker or a person was important, Li Feng was not washed out of his brain. The firecrackers were finally set off, and the woodpecker was already dead, Lin Ying stared straight at Li Feng, holding a woodpecker with the smell of gunpowder in his hand, with a lot less feathers and a hint of meat.

"Look at it, look at it, you killed it, it was you." After speaking, he ran out of the village, leaving Li Feng with an innocent face, as for the people in the village looking at the figure running away, they had a lot of complaints, but they were not from Li Jiagang, so they couldn't control this matter.

"What's wrong?" Li Shan had been by the second master's side just now, and he didn't pay much attention to this, watching Lin Ying hide his face and cry and run away, his face was a little ugly, what happened to his son, he didn't know that he was engaged.

"This ......." Li Feng couldn't cry, this matter was neat, after speaking, Li Shan was stunned, his face was the same as Li Feng, the two fathers and sons were quite speechless, and they couldn't express their feelings.

"Let's go, branches, I got it, one for each person, for you, hey, where is this girl Xiaoying?" Zhang Lan handed the branch to several old men, Li Feng, Li Shan, there were still two left in his hand, and when he saw that Lin Ying was not there, he asked suspiciously.

Li Feng looked at a few people and looked at himself puzzled, and could only say what he said to Li Shan again, Zhang Lan smiled bitterly, but Lin Lao and the others seemed to be a little different, Li Feng didn't know what he was doing was right or wrong, the woodpecker was dead, the other one was wailing, the smell of gunpowder was permeating, and it would slowly drift away until it was faintly audible.

"Xiaobao, let's pick some acacia flowers." Looking at the acacia flowers like snowballs, Cheng Lao moved his mind, and the acacia flowers bloomed in May, like snow and butterflies. A slight breeze and waves, strings of floating balconies. Bursts of clear fragrance, dancing angels are coming. Ask you what's the matter? Innocent in the world.

The locust tree flowers bloom, full of fragrance, the locust flower tastes fragrant and sweet, rich in vitamins and a variety of minerals, and also has the effect of clearing heat and detoxifying, cooling blood and moistening the lungs, lowering blood pressure, and preventing stroke, and can be eaten more.

After picking, make soup, bibimbap, dumplings, mainly steamed locust flowers, the most is to evoke memories, several old people talk and talk, recall the past, especially the three years of natural disasters, when you can't eat enough, spring elm money rice, spring after the fragrance of locust flowers. But the life-saving thing, thinking about it now, those days were bitter, but with a hint of sweetness.

At noon, Zhang Lan made steamed rice with acacia flowers, adding flour and shrimp skin, wrapping, steaming, and a faint floral fragrance. Several old people were very excited when they smelled the aroma of steamed rice with acacia flowers, like a child, holding a bowl and waiting aside, Li Feng smiled secretly in his heart when he saw it, old children, old children, more and more children.

After all, the picking of acacia flowers is about timing, the petals will not bloom when or just blooming, the opening time is long, some old ones are about to fall scattered, it tastes quite dry, there is no opening is completely because the flower bones are too tender, and the steamed rice is not easy to do. The white and soft petals of the acacia flower make people salivate, put it on the nose and smell it, it is even more fragrant, refreshing, quite intoxicating.

Several old people recalled the three years of natural disasters, and Li Feng listened to the story of the "May Nine" period on the side, as a descendant of the 80s, Li Feng could also be regarded as catching up with the last train of China's unbearable poor life. The wind came later in the mountains, and those difficult lives were intermittently vaguely remembered in childhood, vaguely remembering the hardships of life at that time.

Li Feng was not in a hurry to ask Zhang Lan to help him clip some steamed rice with acacia flowers, maybe his memory was a little far away, Li Feng didn't feel how sweet the steamed rice was, looking at several old people, his parents were quite happy. Li Feng and Lin Ying, who was sulking, picked up chopsticks from time to time, but they rarely ate a few bites.

"What's the matter, you two, eat, it tastes delicious, it's delicious." Cheng Bo looked at the two juniors beside him, a little careless, rolling his eyelids, and lacking interest.

"Well, you eat all the time, I'm not hungry when I eat in the morning." Li Feng responded, Lin Ying looked a little angry, and ate a few pieces, it didn't seem to be so unpalatable, with a faint floral fragrance, with a sauce made of sesame oil, it was not bad.

In the afternoon, Li Shan cut out a basket of sweet potato seedlings from the greenhouse, planted sweet potatoes and mung beans in the summer, and there is a saying that planting melons and getting melons, planting beans and getting beans also came from here.

A few old people were idle and had nothing to do, so they went down to the ground together, and the plot turned over again, but they didn't hit the ridges, Li Feng and Li Shan took shovels, and were responsible for the big ridges as the main force, and the three old men behind were responsible for repairing and doing fine work. Zhang Lan planted rice, Lin Ying seemed to feel a little embarrassed to eat and live in other people's homes, and wanted to help, but Zhang Lan stopped her, the wound on her hand had not healed, and it could not be broken again. In the end, seeing that Lin Ying was really resolute, Zhang Lan taught Lin Ying to plant seedlings by hand, which is the simplest, the distance is accurate, and the seedlings are up.

Lin Ying is not a stupid person, after a few minutes, she learned well, Zhang Lan looked at it and nodded, and carried the bucket to the ditch to fetch water. The seedlings must be watered in time, and in the afternoon, seven people come to the land one acre to make it neat, and as for the beans, this is the simplest. Zhang Lan saw that it was not early and went back to cook. Li Shan led Li Feng, several old people, plus Lin Ying, who thought he was quite interested in farming, began to plant mung beans, the place is not big, on the edge of the hillside, half an acre of land. Several people held small shovels in their hands, dug a small pit, and put a few mung bean seeds. These seeds are soaked and germinated the day before, and the soil is dug up and broken with a shovel, watered first, covered with soil, and a little water is placed on the spot, and the soil is moistened.

Li Shan watched a few people mess around, digging pits and ordering beans in no order, which was quite funny, but mung beans didn't have to worry too much. In the past, when it rained, sprinkle a few handfuls in the ground at will, and the harvest in summer and early autumn was full of a small bucket, which could be eaten until the next summer, making mung bean porridge and mung bean soup, but it was a holy product in summer.

When Li Feng was a child, every summer, his grandfather would take Li Feng to pick tender mung beans and make mung bean cakes.

Mung bean cake is simple to make, directly press the tender mung beans into flat slices and crush them, add starch, stir them into a batter, with a leak, make a small cake larger than a fingernail, and mix it with garlic, cucumber shreds, coriander, that taste, Li Feng is drooling now thinking about it. Not to mention, let's try it this year, Li Feng thought while digging a pit, and he didn't find dozens of seeds in a pit.

"Xiaobao, what are you doing, look at a pit that you filled with mung beans." Li Shan looked at his son and did some work half-heartedly, really.

"Ah, this is ......." Looking at the beans in the pit, Li Feng's face was flushed, and he didn't dare to look up at the few people around him.