Every year in the rice planting season, for the southerners, it is the season of eating salted eggs, and every household in Fangjia Village pickles a lot of salted eggs, so generally when it comes to the season of rice planting, there is nothing to eat, and salted eggs are used as a dish.

After boiled salted eggs, cut with a knife, put on a plate, the yellow-red egg yolk will always flow out a lot of egg butter, which makes people have a great appetite, just like Fang Jing likes to eat salted eggs, but also loves egg yolks, eating in the mouth, the delicious taste can make Fang Jing eat three bowls of rice in a row, of course, what is more indispensable is the moldy tofu, that is Fang Jing's favorite in life.

The moldy tofu is stored in a clay pot, and when you need to eat it, take a bowl and put some on it, pour some lard or wild camellia oil, and then put it in a rice pot to steam it.

In the past few years, Fang Jing's family would always make moldy tofu in a clay pot, and it was basically made by Fang Jing, but Zhang Xiaoxia has never been very good, maybe there is some resistance to moldy tofu, or they prefer fresh food.

Moldy tofu, also called Maoyu, or Maoyu, said that it was in the Tang Dynasty, after the monk of Yiyang Bailu Temple made some tofu, because he went out to have something, he never eaten, and when he came back, he found that the tofu was moldy, out of the saving instinct of the monks, boiled and eaten in the pot, but he never thought that the taste was not bad, this is the initial prototype of tofu, and in the late Ming Dynasty, with the addition of chili peppers, it was even more so that the Hunan people loved.

Nowadays, moldy tofu has developed into an industry, wine-flavored, garlic-flavored, and so on, and the most unique and authentic Maoyu belongs to Yiyang Maoyu, the monks in the temple have been passed down from generation to generation, and have maintained a simple and unique taste, also known as the 'originator of Chinese tofu milk'.

The production of moldy tofu is also very simple, just put the prepared white tofu for about ten days to ferment it, and then put some salt, chili pepper or other seasonings you want to eat, and the moldy tofu into the jar and mix well, and then pour in some high liquor and stir evenly to seal the altar, and then after a month or so, you can eat.

Of course, Fang Jing doesn't eat this kind of tofu, Fang Jing's favorite is to pour the moldy tofu into the oil pot and turn it over low heat, and finally pour in some salt and chili peppers, add some rice wine, and then put it in the jar and seal it for about half a month, you can eat it, and the taste can be said to be more delicious than tofu.

"Brother, this moldy tofu is so delicious, and this salted duck egg tastes very good." When the sun first rose, Fang Yuan sat on a chair at the gate with a bowl of gruel and said to Fang Jing on the side.

"Brother Jing, why are the things you make so delicious?" Lizhi and her little babies also followed Qingque to Fang Jing's house early in the morning, in order not to leave a meal behind.

"Eat more if it's delicious, but don't eat salted eggs and moldy tofu, those two things are too salty, and if you eat too much, you will drink more water." Fang Jing also held a large bowl and ate salted eggs and moldy tofu.

"Jing Wazi, this rice seedling has been planted, in a few days our family should also plant some vegetables, this potato or something should also be planted, how much should we plant?" Zhang Xiaoxia was eating a bowl of gruel and said to Fang Jing.

"Uncle, this green vegetable can be planted on one acre of land, and the others will wait for about half a month to see, this day is still a little cold, just plant green vegetables for the time being." Fang Jing took a big sip of gruel and responded to Zhang Xiaoxia.

"yes, it's not quite warm yet, let's take a while." Chen Erlin is also an expert in growing crops, so he naturally knows that the weather is cold and warm, and it is good or bad for crops.

"Jing Wazi, there's nothing to do today, we can also dig some bamboo shoots to dry, and dig more." Zhang Xiaoxia saw that there were fewer and fewer bamboo shoots at home, and these times were basically eating the old book, and the children had to go to school, so naturally they had no time to dig up any bamboo shoots.

"Okay, aunt, I'll just take the little babies with me, you can rest at home." Fang Jing responded casually, thinking that it was just right to relax for the little babies at home, and they were busy planting spring for a few days in a row, even if they were not tired, the little babies should be tired.

After breakfast, Fang Jing picked up the basket and took a large group of children at home to the bamboo forest, to the bamboo forest, Xiong Er naturally can't be missing, every morning, it is basically Fang Jing who takes Xiong Er to the bamboo forest, occasionally dig some bamboo shoots for it, most of them find bamboo to eat, Fang Jing doesn't care much about it, the full Xiong Er will go home to rest by himself, this saves Fang Jing a lot of things and time, can raise Xiong Er into a rhubarb, Fang Jing is also served.

Fang Jing and his entourage, they were not afraid of being tired, and directly dug several baskets of bamboo shoots, but Chen Erlin and his wife were cooking bamboo shoots at home and drying bamboo shoots, and the open space in front of the house was full of boiled bamboo shoots, and even Fang Jing's favorite tobacco shoots were made a lot.

For tobacco shoots, Fang Jing is something that he loves in his bones, and there is no way to do it, so he can only use this to miss his previous life, miss the taste of his previous life, and miss everything in his previous life.

"Jing Wazi, after these bamboo shoots are dried like this, they are really so delicious?" Zhang Xiaoxia didn't know anything about smoking bamboo shoots, but she could only follow Fang Jing's prompts to bake bamboo shoots, at least from the beginning, most of Fang Jing's words were right, and this baked bamboo shoot should not be far behind.

"Uncle, don't worry, this smoked bamboo shoot, after it is ready, add some bacon and stir-fry, the taste is better than the taste of this dried bamboo shoot." Fang Jing patted his chest and reassured.

Seeing Fang Jing's assurance, Zhang Xiaoxia stopped talking, and continued the work in her hands, baking bamboo shoots, and then smoking them after baking, otherwise they wouldn't be able to become smoked bamboo shoots.

With two or three days of bamboo shoot making, the little baby in the family also began to go to school, but at this time, Fang Jing came to his own building, closed the door, locked himself in a room, and told Chen Erlin and his wife not to call him until they had a meal, and no one knew what Fang Jing was doing inside.

Fang Jing returned to the house of his own building and asked the dumb fairy for a lot of utensils and materials, in order to build a miniature version of the locomotive that was nearly half a meter wide and one and a half meters long, naturally he needed to avoid everyone, otherwise if his family knew about it, or the people in the village knew about it, he might really be skewered as a roast pig.

Originally, Fang Jing didn't want to have such a big movement at home, but Fang Jing didn't want to go elsewhere to build this locomotive, so he could only build it in his own building, at this time, Fang Jing was holding an electric welding tool and was welding the boiler, the movement of the small diesel generator was really not small, Fang Jing used a lot of methods, plus a lot of bamboo chips, to isolate a small part of the sound, so this movement still scared Chen Erlin and his wife, thinking that Fang Jing had done something bad in the house.

"Jing Wazi, Jing Wazi." Chen Erlin patted on the door and shouted loudly.

"Uncle, you guys go get busy first, I'm fine here, I'm building something, don't bother me, otherwise the things you make may be wasted." After Fang Jing heard the sound of banging on the door, he shouted loudly towards the door of the hall, Fang Jing didn't dare to open the door at this time, if Chen Erlin and his wife found out, they didn't know how to explain it.

"I don't know what Jing Wazi is doing, this movement is really big, but don't do anything." Zhang Xiaoxia was quite worried about Fang Jing in her heart, but this movement made her curious.

"Jing Wazi also said just now, what is he building, let's not bother him, don't worry about Jing Wazi, he knows how to measure." Chen Erlin turned around and said to Zhang Xiaoxia.

"It's not too much movement, it's good that the baby is fine." Zhang Xiaoxia, as Fang Jing's aunt and elder, naturally worries about her juniors.

Every day, before Fang Jing arrives at the little baby's end of school, she will turn off all the equipment, lock the door, lock the door, and add two safety devices to the building, just like the little baby at home will go to the house to move things, which is not what Fang Jing wants.

After a few days, Fang Jing has roughly completed the construction of a miniature version of the locomotive, whether it can be done or not, we have to wait until the experiment to know the results, but at present, we can only build it first, and the locomotive built according to the drawings, even if it is bad, can still run.

After Fang Jing finished class, Fang Jing stopped working for two days, not because Fang Jing was unwilling to continue to build the locomotive, but because he was afraid that if the little baby in the family knew, he would definitely try his best to enter the house to check, Fang Jing was cautious, like a thief.

Two days of leisure, so that Fang Jing took the drawings every day to read it, even the slightest mistake, Fang Jing had to correct it and then investigate, for fear of the mistakes of the drawings, so that the reduced version of the locomotive built by Fang Jing could not start in the end, so don't make jokes then.

For this miniature version of the locomotive, Fang Jing used a lot of things, the boiler room is made of alloy, the pipes connected on each side are ordinary copper pipes, and the wheels for propulsion, Fang Jing also uses alloy, which is at least lighter than steel, and can also bear the weight.

After three weeks of continuous processing and building, Fang Jing stood in front of the locomotive and looked at it, and did not find any problems, only then did he feel that the things created in his hands were completed, and the specific data could only be known after the experiment, and the most important thing at the moment was the experiment, of course, before the experiment, it was to recycle the things that should not exist in the house, saving the children from opening 100,000 whys after seeing it.

Fang Jing picked up the miniature version of the locomotive, came out of his own building, put it down directly in front of the open space, and returned to the house where he lived, and moved out the carriages and tracks that had already been made, although these are all wood products, but for Fang Jing, it can be used for the time being, it is just an experimental thing, and if there is a chance in the future, iron products can be used again.

At this time, Chen Erlin and his wife, who had been leading Xiong Er back from not far away, returned home, but they saw Fang Jing fiddling with something, and then came to Fang Jing and stared at the locomotive on the ground, but they didn't know what it was.

"Jing Wazi, what is this? Have you been building this thing for the past month? Chen Erlin was curious and asked Fang Jing, who was laying the track.

"Uncle, aunt, this is called a train, I'm so busy these days to build this locomotive, little uncle and aunt, you can take a look on the side first, I'll be fine right away." Fang Jing said to Chen Erlin and his wife while laying the track.

After laying all the tracks, Fang Jing took a wooden bucket, poured some water into the boiler slowly, and tightened the lid, but found that there was no coal at home, and there was no fire, but there was some charcoal, which I bought in the county seat last winter.

Fang Jing had to get up and go to the miscellaneous house to get some charcoal, and began to light a fire in the stove room to burn charcoal, anyway, I had to cook in a while, but the time was only a quarter of an hour earlier, Zhang Xiaoxia also began to prepare lunch, thinking that in a short time, the little baby in the school should also go home from school for dinner.

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