The well-faced Xiaolong bent down, dragged a bamboo basket full of eggs from under the board, reached for a slightly smaller basin, and began to bang the eggs.

After the egg was knocked, Xiaolong took the basin and put it on the board, picked up the blender standing on the wall, and began to mix the eggs evenly.

Then add the honey and continue to stir, and when the stirring begins to bubble, lift the gauze and look at the dough.

When the meeting was almost over, Xiaolong picked up the egg and poured it in, washed his hands, and began to knead the dough and divide the dough.

The divided dough was kneaded into small pieces, and Aunt Sanying, who had been waiting next to her for a long time, picked up a rolling pin and began to roll out the dough.

The rolled dough was thrown aside, Chunying picked up a spoon and scooped out the filling and stuffed it in, wrapped it, brushed it with a brush with a layer of oil, and set it aside.

When there were enough fifty, Aunt Xia brought them over and placed them neatly in the pot one by one.

Then it takes time to wait, and it takes about half an hour to make a pot, fifty in a pot.

Non-stop busy work, you can do almost a thousand a day.

Time passed minute by minute, and soon the air was filled with the unique sweet fragrance of moon cakes, and the anxious villagers and tourists who were waiting sniffed.

I feel so hungry, and the smell must be delicious.

For such a fragrance, the people in the village are used to it, and they will smell it once a year in the Mid-Autumn Festival, except for feeling fragrant, they have no other ideas.

For first-time visitors who smell the scent, the feeling is different.

Eating moon cakes in the Mid-Autumn Festival is a unique custom in China, and whoever will buy some moon cakes back during the festival, regardless of whether they like to eat or not. After all, we have to get into the solar terms.

The mooncakes sold in the market are beautifully packaged and beautifully made, and there are many types of fillings. They didn't think it was delicious.

It's the first time to make moon cakes on the spot, and when I smell the smell, the bars are dripping, and the saliva is about to stay.

The prescient tourists who came with flour were full of sneering, how clever they were, and they directly carried the flour to the site for processing. It's much better than buying.

Those who didn't bring flour began to regret it, they knew it was so fragrant, and they also brought flour.

But now it's all started. Where do they go to get flour?

When he was full of chagrin, a voice suddenly sounded, "Zhongshan, do you still have flour at home?" Selling point to me. ”

Yes, you can buy it from the villagers. Every household in the village has wheat. It's not easy to get flour, just ask them to buy some.

"I'll come for twenty pounds."

"I want thirty pounds."

"I'll come for a hundred pounds."

As soon as this benevolent brother's 100 catties were spoken, the audience was silent.

A hundred catties can be much better, can he finish eating?

The villagers, who were immersed in the joy of selling flour, blinked, looked at the man who shouted out a hundred catties, and persuaded, "Mr. Gao, you can't eat enough for a hundred catties, do you want a lot?" ”

Making money is making money, but you can't make money with a clear conscience!

Wave your hand. Mr. Gao said grinningly, "No, I have many relatives." I'm going to go back to each house to send a little bit, and the points will be gone. Rest assured, it won't be wasted. ”

"Okay, everyone who wants flour will come and register, and we'll be ready." Seeing that Mr. Gao had no opinion, the village chief Su Zhongyuan didn't know where to find a pen and a notebook, looked at the tourists and said.

As soon as I heard that I was going to register, the tourists who had no flour hula surrounded them, and you said the amount they needed.

Looking at the lively scene, the fox who was picky in a word blinked, turned his head to look at Qingli and said with a smile, "You can still sell flour when you make moon cakes, and the people in your village are probably going to die of joy." ”

"Well, I can't eat all the flour every year, the price of wheat is not high, there are very few crops in the village in the past two years, and it is estimated that it will be sold out today, and it is not certain whether the flour for the New Year can be left."

In the past two years, the people in the village really have no love for wheat, only a few families have planted a little, basically to the village people, there is not much left.

"Maybe there will be more wheat growers in the future." Rubbing his jaw, Mingyuan looked at the busy villagers and said.

This possibility is very high, and there is a very strange phenomenon in the countryside, that is, following the trend.

For example, whoever grows soybeans this year makes money, every household in the village will plant soybeans in the coming year.

As everyone knows, the price of crops will rise or fall every year with changes in the market.

If you don't know the soybeans that are worth a lot this year, the price will be miserable next year.

I remember an incident that happened in her family before, there was a family in the village that planted cotton, and because of the small output of cotton that year, the price of cotton rose all the way with the needs of the market.

The first- and second-grade cotton of the main body has been sold for more than a dozen yuan a catty, and even the third-grade cotton without the main body has seven or eight yuan a catty.

The family in the village sold it for some money, and the red-eyed villagers were moved.

In the coming year, they began to choose to grow cotton.

As a result, too much cotton was planted that year, the market reached saturation, and the price of cotton fell all the way.

It's not that there is a country with a guaranteed floor price there, and it is estimated that all the losses will be lost.

It's not good to be a farmer, you don't plant when it's valuable, and it's worthless when you plant.

The market price is a grinding goblin, just like a stock, you can never guess whether it will go up or down tomorrow.

Over time, the farmers who have endured hardships will not follow the market, and will plant a few things every year.

Anyway, it's not much better, it's not much worse.

As long as they are not busy all year round, they can't earn back their hard work, they will be satisfied.

The peasants facing the loess with their backs to the sky are always so pragmatic and unpursuing.

"Let them be, we can't stop this." Shrugging, Qingli said very simply.

One afternoon, there has been an enticing sweet smell in the sky above Lotus Village, and the attracted tourists came over in twos and threes to buy flour to make mooncakes and burn them.

When she went home at night, Aunt Xia was so tired that she couldn't lift her hands, and she had to be helped back by her son-in-law Xiaolong.

The day of the Mid-Autumn Festival is a good day, the blue sky is like a cloudless sky, and the clear glass that gets up early to make breakfast.

Carrying the basket on his back, he took the machete and brought Lao Hei and Da Bai to say hello and ran into the mountains without saying a word.

Mo Yu said that his family will come over to accompany Grandpa Mo for the Mid-Autumn Festival today. As the host, she always has to make a table of good food to serve them.

She can't prepare any delicacies from the mountains and seas, but it's not a big problem to get some fresh game.

The further you go inside, the dimmer the light becomes. Everywhere there were big trees and lush bushes, and a few fat pheasants and hares saw the two big whites, and fled in panic.

Qingli looked around, tightened her grip on the machete, patted Dabai's head and said, "Go, get a meaty animal back, I want something delicious." ”

As a big white who likes to eat raw meat. It must know which animals' meat is tasty, and she can rest assured that she will give it to it.

A little bit of a hairy head. Big White jumped and disappeared behind the bushes.

Seeing this, Qingli patted Lao Hei's head and said, "I'm going to pick some mushrooms or something, are you going to play by yourself or with me?" ”

I looked at the glass for a long time with glass-like eyes. Old Black stretched out Nobuko and licked her hand. Coiled up and immovable.

"Okay, you come with me." Touching Lao Hei's huge head, Qingli took off the back basket on his body, squatted down and began to pick mushrooms.

Mingyuan and the others came to the restaurant, saw the steaming breakfast on the table, picked up the chopsticks and began to eat.

Halfway through eating, Mo Xuan suddenly raised his head and looked around, asking, "Why are there only a few of us?" ”

Pick up a pair of chopsticks and egg yolk pumpkin. said nonchalantly, "It's normal, old man, they must have gone to the entrance of the village." I heard that the troupe is coming, so I guess I'm going to join in the fun.

Anyway, there is also breakfast in the cafeteria over there, and there are many kinds of breakfast and it tastes good.

As for Qingli, she must have gone to the fields. ”

Nodding, the two of them unanimously felt that what they said made sense, and they didn't bother anymore, picked up the bowl and continued to eat.

Hurry up and eat, and after eating, they will also go to join in the fun.

Mo Zhiyuan, who changed his clothes and came down, looked at the chaotic living room, stood on the stairs, and asked condescendingly, "Are things ready?" ”

"It's all here." Mo You, who was busy moving things, heard his father's question and hurriedly replied.

"Let's see if there is anything I have forgotten, let's not talk about mentioning relatives or not, Mo Yu took the old man to live in someone's house for more than a year, and his health began to improve.

It is not a parent, but you can imagine how much effort the host has spent, and we should thank them well. Nodding, Mo Zhiyuan, who was full of majesty, said loudly.

"Big brother makes sense, then we're checking it once." Since getting up in the morning, the smile on Mo Shaohui's face has not stopped.

Hearing Mo Shaohui's words, he was not too troublesome, and was ready to open the box and inspect it once.

"No need, the thing was sealed last night, no need to bother." Mo Yu, who was holding two pieces of cloth down, heard his father's words and hurriedly stopped him.

Just kidding, I don't look at what time it is, I opened the seal, it's a pure waste of time.

Besides, these things are all prepared by the eldest aunt, the second aunt and the old mother for the same list, what can go wrong.

"Okay, listen to Xiaoyu, what time is the flight?" Seeing Mo Yu's refusal, Mo Zhiyuan nodded and agreed.

Raising his wrist to look at the time, Mo Yu said, "It's time, let's go!" ”

The flight at eight twenty o'clock, almost ten o'clock to W City, two o'clock can rush to Lotus Village, lunch is not wanted, dinner is okay do not need to miss.

As soon as they heard about the departure, everyone in the Mo family suddenly became excited, and they quickly loaded their things into the car, and after everything was ready, several cars drove out of the compound and headed for the airport.

When he came to the airport, Mo Yu took out his phone to contact Beichen, and after knowing the direction, he took his family to meet them.

Changing the boarding pass, going through the security check, and sitting on the plane, a smile flashed in Mo Yu's eyes, he was finally going to see that girl, and he wanted to die.

It's decided that he will take her with him wherever he goes next time, otherwise he will be tormented by his thoughts and go crazy.

Glancing at Beichen and Lu Ranran, who were sitting in front, a trace of admiration flashed in Mo Yu's eyes.

Lu Ranran has been away from Beichen for so many years, how did these two people survive in the middle days?

He hadn't seen that girl for more than two months, and he felt that life was like a year, and these two people were afraid that they were not getting any better! (To be continued......)