The sound of the book stopped abruptly, and the audience woke up like a dream!

"I still haven't heard enough, what should I do?"

"I was immersed in the sound of books again, and I forgot to shoot a small video......"

"I didn't expect there to be so many truths in the Analects, wait until I buy a copy and read it at home!"

......

After reading it once, Li Changqing's understanding of the "Analects" deepened a little, and the temperament of the book on his body became stronger!

"Fellow, you are such a strange person!", the elegant man with glasses said with admiration on his face.

"Hehe, what do you say?", Li Changqing asked with a smile.

"From the outside, it looks like an authentic peasant, but when you read it, you feel like an ancient scholar!"

"I am me, an idler who grows vegetables in the mountains, but I usually like to read a few books!", Li Changqing said lightly.

"It's not easy to read a book as a fellow, come to a pound of leeks, I believe it won't disappoint me!"

Everyone has their own secrets, and the elegant man with glasses did not continue to ask, and turned his head around.

"Here, take it!", Li Changqing said after agreeing.

But for the vast majority of people, fifty yuan a pound of leeks is too expensive!

Although they like to listen to Li Changqing's reading, there are very few people who are really willing to spend money to buy leeks.

Moreover, leeks are different from peaches, so you can't taste the quality of the taste on the spot.

In the following time, Li Changqing only sold half a catty or a catty sporadically, for a total of only three hundred and fifty yuan.

More than half of the two bags of leeks are left, which is completely different from the scene of queuing up to buy peaches before.

Li Changqing is not in a hurry at all, gold will always shine, and someone will naturally buy it after the taste and medicinal effect come out.

The sun was rising to noon, and many vegetable farmers were still sticking to their stalls, and only a few went home early after selling out.

"Big brother, thank you for reminding me before, take this leek home and try it!"

Li Changqing was about to rush home for lunch, grabbed a handful of leeks and said to the middle-aged vegetable seller with stubble next to him.

"You're a dozen, thank you! It's still early, is the little brother going home?", the middle-aged vegetable seller asked with a smile.

"Go back today and come back tomorrow!", Li Changqing smiled.

"Qingwa, how's it going?

As soon as Li Changqing parked the motorcycle, Liu Cui'e ran over and asked.

"It's okay, it sold for three hundred and fifty yuan!", Li Changqing said.

"That's all sold out, what's in your bag?", Liu Cui'e asked curiously.

"Leek!", Li Changqing replied.

"Three yuan a catty, you sold it for three hundred and fifty yuan, why is there so much left?", Liu Cui'e asked suspiciously.

"Fifty yuan a catty, sold for seven catties!"

"What...... , fifty yuan a catty, and seven catties are sold?"

"Hmm!"

"Qingwa, your leeks are indeed delicious, but fifty yuan is too expensive!"

"You can only earn more than 300 yuan by selling it all for three yuan a catty, and now you can earn so much for seven catties!", Li Changqing said with a smile.

"You're amazing, what if there are so many left, it won't be fresh tomorrow!", Liu Cui'e said with some concern.

"Second Uncle's Family, Uncle Jianguo's Family, Uncle Changwu's Family...... , divide them all!", Li Changqing said all the relatives and close relations in the village.

"Okay, your second uncle, Uncle Jianguo, and Uncle Chang Wu usually help our family!", Liu Cui'e nodded and said.

"Then you go and send them to their house, and I'll send some to Uncle Qin in Dongfeng Tea Farm, a lonely old man who lives in the old tea factory is pitiful!", Li Changqing said.

"Go ahead, but Old Man Qin's personality is weird!", Liu Cui'e said.

Li Changqing rode a motorcycle to the Dongfeng Tea Farm, and Uncle Qin immediately ran out to check when he heard the sound of the motorcycle.

"It's you kid, what are you doing here?", Uncle Qin said.

"I'll send you some leeks, I grew them at home!", Li Changqing said.

"Well, put down the leek, people can go!", Uncle Qin took the leek and said.

Li Changqing was already prepared, put down the leeks and went back!

"Brother Qing, I'm very arrogant! Leeks are fifty yuan a catty, and if you can't sell them, you'd rather give them away, you have a personality!"

Li Hongdou took advantage of the lunch break to come and chat with Li Changqing.

"It's worth the money, fifty dollars is already a very low price!"

Li Changqing watered it with spiritual water for two weeks, which was completely worthy of the price of fifty yuan a catty.

"Send out four or five thousand local tyrants a day, begging for support!", Li Hongdou said contrivedly.

"Is it okay to settle with leeks?", Li Changqing said with a smile.

After a few words of conversation and laughter, Li Hongdou had to rush back to the health center to be on duty, and Li Changqing returned to Zhong Nanshan to continue building a chicken coop.

The general framework of the chicken coop has begun to take shape, no worse than that built by the old carpenter.

However, there are some functions that require the use of electrical knowledge in physics, and Li Changqing is still in further research.

There were unforeseen circumstances in the sky, and it suddenly rained heavily, so Li Changqing had to go back to the cabin to study.

On the hillside behind the wooden house, the tea trees watered with spiritual water have grown new leaves and buds, and they appear to be exceptionally pure after the baptism of rain.

Li Changqing picked some fresh tea leaves from the pot containing vegetables, and planned to stir-fry them himself.

Roasted tea is also a technique, which is divided into three pots: raw pot, green pot, and cooked pot, and there are many details that need to be paid attention to.

The main function of the raw pot is to kill, and use a fried tea broom to rotate and stir-fry in the pot to make the tea evenly heated and lose water.

The green pot continues to be finished and initially kneaded, the temperature is slightly lower than that of the raw pot, and the strength of the hand is increased to make the tea kneaded into strips.

The cooked pot mainly plays the role of further making fine tea strips, the pot temperature is lower than that of the second green pot, and so on until the strips are tight and thin, and the tea fragrance is released, and it can be out of the pot when it is about three or four dry.

Li Changqing's grass shed is in poor condition, with only one iron pot, and the three processes need to be completed on the same pot.

Moreover, the bottom of the pot is burned with firewood, so it is difficult to control the fire temperature.

Every time Li Changqing completes a process, he reduces the firewood under the iron pot and maximizes the fragrance of the tea leaves.

Compared with the formal procedure, the whole process is like playing at home, but the fragrance of tea is overflowing.

Under the starry sky, deep in the mountains and valleys.

Li Changqing picked up some dry firewood and lit it, poured it into the kettle and poured it into the spiritual water rack to boil.

After the water boils, put some self-fried coarse tea in the cup, and the tea leaves unfold in the hot water like dancing elves.

The mellow aroma of tea comes to the nose, and just smelling it makes me feel that the whole person is clear and clear like a spring breeze.

Li Changqing picked up the teacup and took a shallow sip, the faint fragrance of tea lingered between his lips and teeth, and there was a sweetness in the aftertaste that lasted for a long time.

Sitting on a recliner sipping fragrant tea, Li Changqing watched "Soup Song" idly, but the efficiency was obviously much higher than usual.

Enter the bamboo forest and wash the inkstone pond.

Li Changqing's characters have begun to take shape, and there is a lot of discipline between strokes.

But though they have their form, they have not received their God.

I'm still practicing various techniques in painting, but I'm still making significant progress.

The water in the inkstone pond is still crystal clear, and the plum blossoms are still as white as snow.