Liu Changan put on his shoes and walked back to the road along the lotus pond, the moist ridges were lined with dense weeds, in recent years, there are fewer and fewer people working in villages and towns, even if they do not go out to work, many young people are not interested in farm work, and the field roads with clear paths have gradually been submerged.

Only when there are more people walking, can the road appear, and when there are more people walking, can the road be left.

In different eras, there will always be different social problems, and then there will be different solutions to guide the solution of the problem, Liu Changan has no emotion, anyone has the right to do what they like to do, and there is no obligation to pay for others with a certain concept, some people will give up some things to pay, these people are different.

Liu Changan walked along the highway to Qingshan Town, the change of the times did not make all the traditions dissipate, but gradually fell silent, today Qingshan Town catches up with the market, there are still elderly people for decades, picking up their own crops or making local products, tempeh, hot sauce, dried fish, dried beans, tea, and so on to sell on the street, as long as the things are good, the business is OK, the quality of life of the residents in the town is also improving, tend to like some of the things produced by farmers.

Liu Changan looked at the things of the villagers, and picked a jar of hot sauce that tasted good, the hometown where he had shaved his head was rich in hot sauce, the Qing Dynasty used to be a tribute, and now the local brand hot sauce sold online is suitable for catering to the taste of most people, and has lost its local characteristics, which is really mellow and spicy without the salty taste of industrial products.

Qingshan Town is not big, but two streets, from the beginning to the end of the idle twenty minutes to walk for more than 20 minutes, Liu Changan carried the hot sauce jar to look at random, reminiscing about the time of catching up with the market in the earlier years, at that time, people in a village would set off in pairs before dawn, from the nearby villages to carry the burden to come, want to occupy a good place in the town's market earlier, and then the bicycle was cheaper, the old man rode a bicycle, carrying the old woman and the country goods to come, but he could set off later again.

Liu Changan came to the cross flat of Qingshan Town, where there is the best Qingshan rice noodles in the whole Qingshan Town, in the eyes of all Qingshan Town people, the most authentic Qingshan rice noodles are this one, and other shops all over the country under the banner of Qingshan rice noodles are not as authentic as this one.

"Have a bowl of rice noodles and an omelette. Liu Changan sat down, the dozen or so tables in the two facades were almost full, and the people who came to the market early didn't have time to eat breakfast at home, so they took the opportunity to taste this kind of rice noodles that are not luxurious and not often eaten, but must be evocative.

This shop has been around for decades, and the owner has changed from a young man to an old man, and the little girl who ran the hall has also become an aunt.

Time makes people old, but the taste remains the same.

The rice noodles were sent up, there were crushed red peppers falling on the white and strong rice noodles, the red soup exuded the aroma of memory, and the toppings of the meat slices were secondary, Liu Changan picked up a chopstick entrance, and suddenly had a feeling of aftertaste to satisfaction, eating all kinds of soup noodles all over the country, and this one was the most heartfelt.

Liu Changan thinks that the red soup spicy rooster powder he invented may be better, but there is nothing to be picky about the noodles he eats now.

How many people in Qingshan Town, when they were young, their dream was to open a rice noodle shop in Qingshan Town, but it seems that no one has ever really been able to replicate this pure taste, only when they return to their hometown and eat a bowl of this most authentic Qingshan Town rice noodles, it is the memory and taste of childhood.

Liu Changan stood up, looked at a few boys and girls who were eating noodles here from the nearby junior high school, walked out of the store, and then went to the outlet store of Qingshan Machinery Factory.

The owner of Qingshan Machinery Factory is surnamed Qin, his ancestral home is Qingshan Town, and he came back from Taiwan Island to set up a factory in the early years, and this Qingshan Machinery Factory is the industry of the Qin family, in addition to selling various agricultural machinery sold to Southeast Asia, it also produces rice flour machines.

Liu Changan bought a big bag of rice noodles on the road, and then bought a rice noodle machine at the outlet store, and then continued to wander around Qingshan Town with a hot sauce jar in one hand and a rice noodle machine in the other.

At noon, Liu Changan walked to the countryside under Qingshan Town, and then came to another township to stroll, went to the county seat in the afternoon, bought old rice in the rice factory, made a big bag of rice to carry, and then came to the former residence of Zeng Shaved Head, enjoyed the lotus pond summer scene in front of the Guogong Mansion, and looked at the remaining Qing Dynasty ancient books and historical classics, but there is no doubt that several civil and military generals in the modern history of southern Hunan, surnamed Zuo and surnamed Wang, are obviously higher than Zeng shaved their heads.

In the evening, Liu Changan slowly carried the rice noodle hot sauce jar and rice noodle machine, and walked towards Junsha with a large bag of rice, because after all, he took so many things, and it was too eye-catching to run fast, Liu Changan could only pick the time and route to speed up, but when he went home, it was still dawn the next day.

Liu Changan washed his feet and changed his shoes, and then seriously looked at the manual of the rice noodle machine, fortunately, the current rice noodle machine did not add a camera, computer chip and AI system in a fashionable way, and the operation was very simple.

The simpler the more practical, Liu Changan didn't use the rice noodle machine today, but just rinsed and soaked the rice noodles bought from Qingshan Town with cold water for a short while.

After doing all this, the sky was only shining with some light in the extreme east, Liu Changan went to the vegetable market to buy a little hen and put it in the carriage, fortunately it was fed the night before, although the time was separated for a long time, the breath of the coffin was a little hungry, but there was no feeling of rage.

Liu Changan closed the door of the carriage and let the hen die, and he did not want to observe how the coffin robbed the hen's breath to death.

Zhou Shuling was ready to go out of the stall, Liu Changan took out the remaining refrigerated spicy rooster and heated it, although it was not the freshest and most delicious time, but it was still okay to use it as a topping for rice noodles.

"Your rice noodles don't seem to be quite the same as Junsha's?" Zhou Shuling said with some surprise, but it's not that she hasn't seen it before, but Junsha rarely uses this kind of powder that is about the same thickness as the mobile phone charging cable.

"This powder is extra strong, you sell your soy milk milk bun dumplings in a while, and I am responsible for making noodles and selling powder. Li Changan said.

"Okay. Zhou Shuling smiled, and pushed the breakfast stall out of the door of the community with Liu Changan, and set up tables and chairs.

In fact, the old men and old ladies in the community are reluctant to go to the restaurant to eat, thinking that it is unhygienic and nutritious, but they are more willing to take a walk to buy vegetables for breakfast, and buy a breakfast by the way.

Liu Changan first soaked a bowl of noodles and ate it himself, and then made a bowl for Zhou Shuling, Zhou Shuling smiled and said that he didn't do any business, but he ate a lot.

"A bowl of rice noodles. ”

An extremely beautiful young woman stood in front of the breakfast stall, looking at her temperament, more like she should be sitting in the most luxurious restaurant, waiting for the meticulous service of the manager and chef, rather than in front of such a cheap breakfast stall.

"Ten yuan, scan the code or cash?" Liu Changan said without raising his head.

Zhou Shuling was stunned for a moment, and then saw another woman who was obviously a secretary, hurriedly took out her mobile phone and scanned ten yuan.