This morning, Zeng Zhi got up early again rarely, because his family was going to kill the New Year's pig today.

After washing his face with warm spring water in the sink of the courtyard, Zeng Zhi completely woke up, after all, he went to bed an hour early last night, and the sleep time was still enough.

Even in early winter, the water temperature of the mountain spring can still maintain about 20 degrees Celsius, and the dense air emitted by the spring water is steaming between the bluestone houses, making the whole village feel like a fairyland.

These days, more and more tourists are discovering that it is the magical mountain spring, coupled with the miraculous water diversion system, that gives the village more aura and vitality.

It can be said that the mountain spring makes the village have a completely different vitality from other scenic spots, and it is even more intoxicating.

As soon as Zeng Zhi finished washing, he saw his father open the door and walk out, so he said, "Dad, you can sleep for a while!" ”

"I'm old, I'm a shallow sleeper, and I've woken up early!" My father waved his hand and said, "It's strange that I can still sleep after a while!" ”

Zeng Zhi thought about it, so he didn't say much, went into the warehouse and carried out two large iron pots with a diameter of more than one meter two, and put them on the simple stove that had been built in the courtyard yesterday evening.

At half past five, the village was still immersed in sleep, and from a distance, only sporadic lights were on, and the occasional sound or two of the night owls and insects in the woods seemed even more lonely.

Pouring four large barrels of spring water into each cauldron, Zeng Zhi squatted on the ground and began to burn the fire. After a while, the fire of the kung fu stove burned brightly, and the red flames reflected his face.

The firewood prepared by Zeng Zhi's family was mainly fir trees and green hills.

Zeng Zhi still remembers that when he was a child, there was no electricity in the village, and some families with better economic conditions used kerosene lamps, while those with poor family economic conditions used oil from fir trees for lighting. At that time, Zeng Zhi and his friends went into the mountains to dig out fir tree oil and take it home to light it.

On the other hand, it is a kind of firewood with a high burning value, and the charcoal can continue to emit strong heat after burning. Therefore, in the past, many mountain people went to the mountains to cut down green oka trees to burn charcoal, which is commonly known as steel charcoal, and the price is much more expensive than other charcoal burned by firewood.

At that time, the people who could burn steel charcoal in the winter were rich people, except for those charcoal burners.

Zeng Zhiyu remembers that when he was in primary school in the township, his greatest wish was to be able to carry a fire bucket with steel charcoal to school every winter. Unfortunately, this was all extravagant hope, because his family was really poor at that time, and his father was not at home, so the family did not have the labor to go deep into the mountains to burn steel charcoal, so they could only burn "bran charcoal" burned with ordinary firewood. This "bran charcoal" had a very low burning value and was not burned, so he would freeze every winter.

However, this is all in the past. Now the firewood they burn in their house is the best firewood.

The dried fir tree was easy to ignite, and after the dried fir tree was completely burned, Zeng Zhi put pieces of chopped green oka wood into the earthen stove.

Lighting a fire may seem simple, but it takes a little experience to make it right. Zeng Zhi has been cooking by himself every morning since the fourth grade of primary school, and lighting a fire is not a problem.

After the fire was burned, Zeng Zhi carried a flashlight into the vegetable garden on the side of the house, broke off a dozen corn cobs, and then returned to the yard.

Sitting on a wooden stake, Zeng Zhi carefully removed the excess "bud chaff" on the outside of the corn cob, leaving two layers of wrapped corn cobs, placed them next to the stove, and kept turning them.

After a while, a faint burnt aroma began to appear.

Just when Zeng Zhi was concentrating on roasting corn, Zeng Chuidong hurried over.

A few days ago, Zeng Zhi greeted Zeng Chuidong and asked him to come to the house today to help kill pigs.

The boss had a request, Zeng Chuidong naturally didn't dare to slack off, and in order to get up early, he even set an alarm clock. I thought he was the earliest, but I didn't expect Zeng Zhi to raise the fire.

"Burn bud grain, it tastes so fragrant!" Zeng Chuidong rubbed his hands, pulled over a wooden stake, sat down, and said.

Zeng Zhi smiled and said, "You can eat it later." ”

The two chatted without saying a word, and the corn next to the fire continued to exude a rich fragrance, which made the gluttonous worms of the two people slowly emerge.

However, before they could do it, the other people invited by Zeng Zhi to help also arrived at the old mansion one after another, including Zeng Weichao, the butcher invited by Zeng Zhi.

Seeing that everyone had arrived, Zeng Zhi stood up and said, "Uncle, you are here!" Eat a burnt bud grain first, and then do it! ”

"It's good!" Zeng Weichao saw that it was hot and dark, nodded and took the corn cob handed over by Zeng Zhi.

Peeling off the burnt brat chaff, the corn kernels that had been ripe exuded steaming heat, and the rich aroma of corn came to his face, which made Zeng Zhi couldn't help but indulge in it.

Zeng Zhi took a bite gently, and the soft taste of glutinous corn exploded in his mouth, and an indescribable fragrance also appeared, which made people want to stop.

You must know that these corns are irrigated with the spiritual energy spring water in the Qinglian Secret Realm to grow and mature, and they are full of spiritual energy, so it is strange that the taste is not good.

"Zeng Zhi, where did you get this corn, it's so delicious!"

"Zeng Zhi, the craftsmanship is good!"

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Just when Zeng Zhi was intoxicated by the delicious roasted corn, the others expressed their feelings about these corns, because they had never tasted such good corn.

Not only does this corn taste excellent, but it's also so big that it's the size of an adult's arm, and the corn cob is small, so the yield is certainly not small.

Everyone ate corn and discussed, and soon the sky began to brighten.

The butcher Zeng Weichao threw the corn cob in his hand into the fire, stood up and said loudly: "It's time to work!" ”

As a person of the Wei generation, Zeng Weichao's seniority in the village is also high, and he is also a butcher, so the task assignment is naturally his job.

Under the command of Zeng Weichao, a few young men who helped walked from the edge of the old house to the pigsty in the backyard, where 10 pigs were already waiting for them.

Most of these pigs were purchased by Zeng Zhi's farmers in the village, but three of them were raised by Zeng Zhi's own family, which is also the number of pigs killed by Zeng Zhi's family in the past few years. If Zeng Zhi hadn't accidentally obtained the Qinglian Secret Realm this year and changed his fate, I'm afraid their family would have killed the three fat pigs they raised.

However, because of the appearance of the Qinglian Secret Realm, the situation of Zeng Zhi's family has changed fundamentally, and it has become a real family that is not bad for money, plus he is about to marry Wang Yan, according to the customs of the ancient city, it will cost a lot of elbows to go to the old man's house in the New Year, Zeng Zhi decided to be extravagant and kill 10 pigs at one time.