Sichuan Basin, the land of abundance, fertile fields.

Mianzhou is located in the northwest of the Sichuan Basin, with a towering terrain in the northwest and the tail of the Longmen Mountains.

There are many high mountains and mountains in the Longmen Mountains, heavy mountains and mountains, green cypress and green cedar, clouds and misty, just like the fairy mountain god mansion falling into the mortal dust.

The mountain spring stream, crystal clear and cool, gives birth to the source of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River, the river water is turbulent, rushing out from the snow-capped peaks, like a jade dragon coiled in the delicate Daming rivers and mountains.

The southeast is mostly low hills, among the hills, there are fertile flat dams of different sizes, these dams of different sizes, vast and beautiful, full of vitality, like big beads and small beads falling in the jade plate.

Fenggu is a bright little bead on the jade plate, the wide Fujiang River water winds out from behind Fule Mountain, and playfully dances next to Fenggu, twisting his body and running towards the vast sky.

On the smooth Fenggu dam, the green seedlings are green, neatly arranged, smooth like warm green satin. Between the fields, the fields are longitudinal and horizontal, and the chickens and dogs smell each other.

On the high and low hills, scattered farmhouses are hidden in the verdant bamboo forest, and cooking smoke rises above some farmhouses. In the crisp sound of "cuckoo", peasant women and village husbands bent down in the field to gather seedlings.

There is a low Fule Mountain in the northwest of Fenggu, where Uncle Liu Huang and his brother Liu Zhang have listened to songs, dances, and wine. The top of the mountain is gentle, with vast pines and cypresses, and green grass, stretching from halfway up the mountain to the end of the mountain.

Wildflowers bloom in the green grass, and a few snow-white goats bury their heads in the tender green grass, raising their heads from time to time to "bleating" a few times, announcing their existence, and eating and drinking are still satisfied.

Xuan Yanxing is standing on this pearl of the color phoenix, surrounded by green bamboo, flowers, pine green cypress, customers are weaving, ushering in the send-off, lively and extraordinary.

Xuan Yanxing's shopkeeper Lai Jinyun, a fat man in his thirties with a round face and smiling eyes, was standing at the counter of the Shuiqi Restaurant on the second floor at this time, holding two big gold teeth, looking at an abacus on the counter, his mind kept turning, solving a puzzle.

A pig-like man, obviously insulated from the wind, what strength does he have, or does he have any backing to sit in that position?

You must know that although this Fenggujing is a place where chickens crow, Xuan Yanxing is definitely not a place to wait.

Sitting in Xuan Yanxing and eating small cakes is the blessing that everyone dreams of. What is the reason, then go there and look as you go.

At the intersection of Tongfu Avenue, Tongxing Greenway and Tongchuan Post Road, there is a long row of two-story buildings with yellow walls and red tiles, and there is a vermilion lacquer door five feet away in the middle of the building, and there are three red characters on a yellow background written on the door: Xuan Yanxing. The dragon flies and the phoenix dances, drifting freely and freely, it is Zhao Baiyu's handiwork.

The yellow doorpost on the left side of the gate reads "Friends from all directions", and the yellow doorpost on the right reads "Feel at home", and the eight bright red characters resemble eight enthusiastic little hands, greeting the guests warmly.

On the left and right corridors, there are two wooden seat cards respectively, the top is a square small block, the lower part is painted with exquisite patterns, the pictures and texts are luxuriant, vivid and vivid.

The wooden signs on the left are: Yang Chunxue, Qingli Crispy.

The wooden signs on the right are: Fog Hair Tip and Kui Star Cake.

There is also a card hanging in the middle of the gate: Mingyou Fire.

This is the famous "Xuanyan Five Treasures".

There was a long queue of men, women and children, who went up to the Shuiqi Restaurant on the right side of the second floor in turn, full of "Mingyou Fire", and walked back with a beautiful hand. Mingyou fire, the first treasure of the "Xuanyan Five Treasures", the original wine from the Mingyou Burning Workshop, authentic.

This is the old rule of Xuan Yanxing, the cards hanging in the middle of the door, no matter which treasure, will be discounted by 20% that morning.

The land around Fenggujing is hundreds of miles, and the natural building near the water gets the moon first. Every morning, many people came to petition, and after seeing that it was the big name on duty, they turned around and went back to tell each other, with enough silver taels, and ran over with their belongings.

These two win-win situations have been going on for nine consecutive years. Xuan Yanxing made a lot of money, and the neighbors and villagers also had a deep affection.

On the left side of the gate are six connecting rooms, and the third room has a large window with a signboard hanging with yellow and red letters: Wulang Cooking Cake.

The second treasure of the five treasures of Xuanyan, "Yang Blowing Snow", is steaming hot and freshly baked from here every day.

The surface of the Yangchun snow cake is golden, the inside of the cake is snow-white, the inner flesh is layered on top of each other, staggered, each layer is evenly coated with yellow vegetable oil, sprinkled with green onions, and occasionally there are a few red meat grains, a bite and a mouthful of fragrant.

Wu Jiulang, the ninth-generation descendant of Wu Lang Cookcake, looks like a tiger's back and a bear's waist, a typical muscular man, at this time, he is standing on a high platform, kneading the dough hard.

Beneath the dough is a round green stake that is as thick as a man, the size of half a house. White flour, yellow cabbage oil, chopped green onions, black sesame seeds, and brown sugar sauce are refreshingly placed on the top of the green wood stake. The room was spotlessly clean.

On the side of the inner wall, there was a large two-hole stove, and his nine-year-old son, Takejuro, sat in front of the stove door and bent over to burn the fire, his spirit seemed a little sluggish, and he coughed from time to time.

As soon as he heard the coughing sound, Wu Jiulang turned his head away and looked at him distressedly.

Next to the stove is a row of wide wooden boards, which are piled up with all kinds of bottles, cans, noodle bags, basins, and many things, but they are neatly stacked and scattered.

This is Xuan Yanxing's rules, the production process is a landscape, and the food out of the pot is a work of art, which should make people look beautiful, smell cool, and eat fragrant.

On the right side of the gate are also six connecting rooms, and the second room has a large window with a signboard, also yellow and red: Cuihua sauerkraut.

The room was filled with jars, large and small, and colorful. The blue jar is the most eye-catching inside. The third treasure of the five treasures of Xuanyan, "Qingli Crispy", is hidden here.

This green crispy method is very particular, can only use Fenggu's local production of "through the heart honey" green round radish, fist-sized, each horizontal and vertical cut into nine knives into strips, spread on the side of the Fujiang River to dry.

After natural air drying, then mixed with Wang Cuihua's secret seasoning, sealed with straw mud for a month, can be opened to eat, green as jade, spicy, crispy, sweet and fresh, is the first choice for rice and decanting.

In the window, Feng Guli's son Qian Yunlai cleaned up and sat in the window with a smile. He is about thirty years old, tall and thin, with a horse test, full of spring breeze, and Li Cuifeng is enthusiastically chattering, but his hands and feet are not idle, and he collects money for his cabbage. "Aunt Cuihua, come to buy Qingli crispy again, this purchase is three jars, can you finish eating?"

An elderly woman who was not tall and had a few silver threads in her black hair complained while moving the green crisp to the jujube red carriage: "It's not Wang Bingzheng's little devil, he was chased and beaten by the old man in the morning, pestering me to make amends, this injustice has a head, the debt has a master, what happened to me." “

Although the words were full of complaints, Li Cuifeng's face was filled with a sweet smile. No matter how old the son is, he is always just a child in the eyes of his mother.

Go up the stairs to the second floor, turn left, and you will arrive at the Fengsheng Teahouse. As soon as I entered the door, a fresh fragrance came to my nose.

The fourth treasure of the five treasures of Xuanyan, "Fog Hair Tip", meets with everyone early every morning. It's only past noon, and there aren't many people drinking tea, just a few sparsely sparsely sitting.

Yan Rujin sat in the old position near the window, picked up the tea bowl, took a sip of it beautifully, closed his eyes, shook his head slightly, and said happily to the middle-aged man with small eyes, small nose and small mouth opposite: "Ren shopkeeper, good tea and good water." After the meal, the fog is sharp, happy like a fairy, Gao Xi Water Margin, and the gods become living immortals. ”

Sitting on the opposite side was Ren Wude of Renxin Buzhuang, he lowered his head and took a sip, rolled it in his mouth a few times, and swallowed it slowly, but he shook his head and sighed.

"The water in this jade well is too cold and inflexible. If the tip of the fog hair is brewed with the dripping water in our courtyard, then the merit is complete. ”

Yan Rujin sighed in his heart, Ren Wude, your Renyi Xin courtyard is good, but at most it is worth a thousand taels of silver. It's good for you, a lion opened his mouth, asked Zhao Baiyu for five thousand taels, and said that if you are not sincere, do not disturb.

There was no movement on his face, Yan Rujin turned his head to a short and fat pointy guy on the teahouse storytelling platform and asked: "Wen Yunxi, is your fourth brother here, Yan Po Xi hooked the little white face, and was killed by Song Gongming with a knife, can he give that mother-in-law a longer life, and change the way of death." ”

Wen Yunxi wiped the storytelling table hard, raised his head, and broke the news with a smile: "Master Yan, don't worry, you have something to listen to." My fourth brother is going to open a new book, and the title of the book seems to be called something, by the way, "Wen Gao Xi Pin Three Kingdoms". ”

Yes, Yan Rujin and Ren Wude's faces were full of joy, and their hearts were like cat scratches, and they began to itch non-stop.

As soon as this new book is opened, it will be held every day, and the reward of Flower Xuan Yan Coin is naturally indispensable. The more you tip, the better the storyteller's earnings.

The three storytellers are more energetic about this, and when each of them takes the stage, they are all eloquent and funny. The audience was fascinated and lingered. The business of Fengsheng Tea House is booming.

Between the staircases, there is a bright and wide passage. Looking straight in from the gate of Xuan Yanxing, there is a large bluestone mill with a diameter of three meters away.

After the bluestone grinding is the Qingpeng Courtyard, a slip and two rows of green walls and green tile wings, the front row of people, the back row of piles.

There are two rows of small seals on the big bluestone mill, which are natural. Above is the black seal: Dry grinding sky**. Here is the white seal: Kun Pandi is in a mood of hatred. It's called "Qiankun Mill." “。

A sturdy black donkey, blindfolded, was working hard to mill the world. Lai Jinyun's sixteen-year-old son, Lai Hongsheng, a fat round-faced young man, followed the donkey with a dustpan and a broom, carefully swept the wheat flour, and gently shouted at the black donkey from time to time.

There is a wall on the left and right sides of the small courtyard, surrounded by a curved corridor, and there is no cave.

Xuanyan's fifth treasure "Kuixing Cake", the blessing that everyone longs for, has carried many dreams and beauty, and how many realities and sorrows have been lost.

Kui Xing Cake, I'm here, where are you?