Autumn is getting more and more intense, Feng Lu's arrival and departure have not brought any changes to the village, everyone knows that the world has changed masters, and everything else is still the same. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Gao Zhong followed Zhang Youke to learn the format of the eight-strand essay and then began to write articles under the guidance of Zhang Youke, and at the beginning of the period, Zhang He was very angry when he saw Gao Zhong's article, and sometimes even scolded indiscriminately.

Gao Zhong also can't do it, this writing habit has been insisted on for decades in the previous life, and it is inevitable that it will deviate, and now it is very good to write like this.

However, under Zhang Youke's high pressure, Gao Zhong quickly corrected his writing habits, and finally an article that met Zhang Youke's standards emerged half a month later.

"Yes, just write like this, the eight-strand text can't be clever, and the format can't be messed up at all. Today, you should take a rest, think about what you still have shortcomings, and improve yourself. ”

Zhang Youke returned the rice paper to Gao Zhong, and then said to Gao Zhong.

Gao Zhong took the rice paper, smiled bitterly, and then began to look at the model essay in front of him, thinking about how to write these eight strands.

After thinking for a while, Gao Zhong wrote and drew on the paper again, and made another one, and so on and so on......

Gao Shangwu and the little scholar are still practicing martial arts together, and the little scholar has obviously changed a lot in just half a month, and the horse steps are much more stable than before, and he can occasionally have a few moves with Gao Shangwu.

Zhang Youke was idle, sitting under the tree with Yang Sanlao, playing chess, drinking tea and chatting, and living a comfortable life in a farmhouse.

As he wrote, Gao Zhong suddenly put down the brush and looked into the distance, and suddenly found that there was a panic in a field next to the bamboo house.

The surrounding fields have not been cultivated because Zhang Heke is studying here, and the surrounding land is overgrown with weeds, some of which are even taller than an adult's head.

But that corner was barren and strange, with only exposed sand and few weeds.

"Oops!" Gao Zhong patted his head and shouted, "Why did you forget my potatoes!" ”

The ripeness of the potato is really in the earth, so the sign of its maturity is to see if its stems and leaves are yellowed and old, and when its stems and leaves are completely yellow, then it means that the potato has stopped growing, and it has grown to the maximum.

Looking at this situation, it is obvious that the potatoes in the ground are already ripe, and it is time to dig them out, otherwise they will be old after being buried for a long time, and they will not be cooked and cannot be eaten.

Seeing this, Gao Zhong immediately borrowed his hoe and Yundou from Yang Sanlao, and called Gao Shangwu and the little scholar to come to the field together.

As soon as he got out of the land, the little scholar cried out in surprise: "Ah, Gao Zhong, the treasure you planted is gone!" ”

"Underground, don't worry!"

Gao Zhong carried the hoe and found the dried potato stems and leaves, then motioned for the two to get out of the way, went down with a hoe, dug up the soil, and then gently shook the excavated soil to shake it apart, and then several yellow lumps of soil the size of all rolled out.

Seeing this thing, Gao Zhong smiled, squatted down, cleared the potatoes one by one, and then put them into the bucket.

There are a lot of raw potatoes, the big ones are the size of a fist, and the small ones are like big fingers, the size is very uneven, but the appearance is quite full, the skin is smooth, and there is no insect moth.

"Hey, Gao Zhong, isn't this the lump of dirt that you used to hold? Why are there so many at once, is this delicious? ”

The little scholar asked curiously towards Gao Zhong.

Although he watched Gao Zhong plant this thing, he didn't expect it to be this thing.

"Dig it out first, and I'll treat you to something good later!"

Potatoes are the hegemon on the table in the future, what shredded potatoes, dried potatoes, potato chips, salt and pepper potatoes......

This thing has been fully developed by the great Chinese sons and daughters, fried and fried, it can be said that everything is complete, and it is difficult for you to find potatoes in the seven major cuisines of the country.

And the main thing is that potatoes are also a panacea-type food, because they are naturally delicious, and people of any different grade class are very fond of it.

"Oh."

The little scholar nodded, squatted down and began to dig.

Although this potato is only a large potato, the yield is amazing, full of a bucket, about seven or eight catties.

"Sure enough, it is an improved variety from the Institute of Agricultural Sciences, and this yield is afraid that it cannot be compared with genuine potatoes!"

Gao Zhong came to the tree with his luck bucket and said to the little scholar, "Cook rice on the fire, and I'll make a good dish for you later!" ”

The little scholar nodded, quickly set up the fire, and began to cook rice.

Gao Zhong poured out all the potatoes on the side and divided them into two categories, one was the big one, which was to be kept for next year's seeds, and it could not be touched. The other type is small, which can be brought and eaten.

To Gao Zhong's delight, the potatoes were relatively large, so there were a lot of seeds left.

The little scholar boiled the water on the side, and then poured the white rice into the pot, but looked at Gao Zhong curiously.

Gao Zhong dragged Gao Shangwu to the stream, cleaned the potatoes, and taught Gao Shangwu how to peel the potatoes. Fresh potatoes, potatoes just dug out of the mud are easy to peel, soaked in water, a little hard fingers, the potato skin will fall directly, so this workload is relatively easy.

After washing the potatoes, Gao Zhong put the hurried potatoes on a plate.

Zhang Youke and Yang Sanlao looked at Gao Zhong curiously, and the three of them were busy going in and out, especially when they saw that the bucket Gao Zhong was carrying was full of lumps of dirt that he had regarded as treasures before, they were even more curious.

"This thing is taro?"

Zhang Youke asked curiously towards Yang Sanlao, taro is taro, this potato is as white and round as taro, and it is really similar to taro.

"No, how can taro be so round!"

Yang Sanlao shook his head, as an old farmer, he couldn't understand what this thing in Gao Zhong's hand was.

So the two of them continued to watch.

Gao Zhong continued to instruct the little scholar to pour the rice into the dustpan, then pour the rice soup into a large bowl, wash the iron pot, pour in the oil, and when it is hot, pour the potatoes into it, tumble it a few times, and then sprinkle it with salt.

Continue to stir-fry a few times, then pour in water to cover the potatoes, then pour in the rice again until the potatoes are completely covered, and finally cover the pot.

When the potatoes were oiled, the unique aroma of potatoes had begun to spread in the air, and the little scholar was even shaken up and swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva when he smelled this fragrance.