I'm really immortal

Liu Changan put on his shoes and walked back to the road along the lotus pond. The moist field ridges were lined with dense weeds. In recent years, there have been 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. I lost interest, and the field paths that used to have clear paths were gradually submerged.

Only when there are many people walking can a road appear; only when there are many people walking can a road be left.

In different eras, different social problems will always appear, and then different solutions will emerge to guide the solution of the problems. Liu Changan has no emotion. Everyone has the right to do what they like, and there is no obligation to hold a certain ideal. Come and give to others. Some people will give up something to give. These people are different.

Liu Changan walked along the road to Qingshan Town. The changes of the times have not made all the traditions disappear, but they have become quieter. Today, there are still elderly people going to the market in Qingshan Town, who have been farming on their own for decades. Crops or local products, tempeh, hot sauce, dried fish, dried beans, tea, and the like are sold on the streets. As long as the goods are good, the business is okay, and the quality of life of residents in the town is also improving. Trends Yu likes things produced by farmers.

Liu Changan looked at the things of the fellow villagers and picked a jar of hot sauce that tasted good. Zeng Shatou's hometown was rich in hot sauce. It was used as a tribute in the Qing Dynasty. Now the local brand of hot sauce sold online is suitable for catering to most people's tastes. The problem is that it has lost its local characteristics and is truly mellow and spicy without the salty taste of industrial products.

Qingshan Town is not a big town, with only two streets. It took more than 20 minutes to walk from start to finish. Liu Changan took a look at the hot sauce jar and recalled the time when he went to the market in earlier years. At that time, in a village People would set off in pairs before dawn, carrying loads from nearby villages, hoping to get a good place in the town market earlier. Later, bicycles became cheaper, and old men rode bicycles, carrying The old woman and the local goods arrived, so we could start off later.

Liu Changan came to Shiziping in Qingshan Town. Here is the most delicious Qingshan rice noodle in the entire Qingshan Town. In the eyes of all the people in Qingshan Town, this is the most authentic Qingshan rice noodle. There are other stores all over the country that carry the banner of Qingshan rice noodle. None of them are 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 storefronts were almost full of people. People who came to the market early did not have time to have breakfast at home, so they took advantage of the opportunity. Come and taste this rice noodle that is not luxurious and not often eaten, but it is definitely memorable.

This store has been around for decades, the owner has changed from a young man to an old man, and the waiter has become an aunt.

Time makes people grow old, but the taste remains unchanged.

The rice noodles were served. There were crushed red peppers falling on the white and chewy rice noodles. The red soup exuded the aroma from memories. The toppings of the meat slices were second to none. Liu Changan picked up a chopstick and ate it. He immediately felt satisfied with the aftertaste. , I have eaten all kinds of noodle soups all over the country, but this one is the most fondly remembered.

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

How many people in Qingshan Town dreamed of opening a Qingshan Town rice noodle shop when they were young, but it seems that no one has ever really been able to replicate this pure taste. Only when you return to your hometown and eat a bowl of the most authentic Qingshan Town rice noodles can you enjoy it. Memories and tastes from my childhood.

Liu Changan stood up, looked at several boys and girls who were fans of the nearby junior high school, walked out of the store, and then went to the direct sales store of Qingshan Machinery Factory.

The owner of Qingshan Machinery Factory, whose surname is Qin, is originally from Qingshan Town. He came back from Taiwan to set up a factory in the early years. Qingshan Machinery Factory is the Qin family's industry. In addition to selling various agricultural machinery sold to Southeast Asia, it also produces rice noodle machines.

Liu Changan bought a large bag of rice noodles on the way, then went to the direct sales store to buy a rice noodle machine, and then continued to wander around Qingshan Town with the hot sauce jar in one hand and the rice noodle machine in the other.

At noon, Liu Changan wandered to the countryside below Qingshan Town, and then to another town. In the afternoon, he went to the county seat, bought old rice at a rice factory, packed a big bag of rice, and then came to Zeng Shatou's former residence. , I admired the summer scene of the lotus pond in front of the Duke's Mansion, and looked at the ancient and historical books from the Qing Dynasty. There is no doubt that among the several civil servants and generals in the modern history of southern Hunan, those with the surname Zuo and Wang were obviously better than those with the surname Zeng. One step higher.

In the evening, Liu Changan slowly carried the jar of rice noodle hot sauce and the rice noodle machine, and walked towards Junsha with a large bag of rice. After all, after taking so many things, running so fast would be too eye-catching. Liu Changan only I could pick up the time and route to speed up, but it was still early dawn the next day when I got home.

Liu Changan washed his feet and changed his shoes, and then read the instructions of the rice noodle machine carefully. Fortunately, the current rice noodle machine did not follow the trend of adding cameras, computer chips and AI systems, and the operation was very simple.

The simpler, the more practical. Liu Changan didn't need a rice noodle machine today. He just rinsed the rice noodles he bought from Qingshan Town and soaked them in cold water for a while.

After doing all this, the sky only had some light in the extreme east. Liu Changan went to the vegetable market and bought a pullet and put it in the carriage. Fortunately, he had fed it the night before. Although there was a long time in between, the coffin His breath was a little hungry, but it didn't feel like it was raging.

Liu Changan closed the carriage door and let the little hen die. He did not observe how the coffin robbed the little hen of its breath and caused it to die.

Zhou Shuling was already preparing to set up the stall, and Liu Changan took out the remaining refrigerated spicy rooster and heated it up. Although it was not the freshest and most delicious, it could still be used as a topping for rice noodles.

"This rice noodle of yours seems to be different from Junsha's?" Zhou Shuling said a little surprised, but it's not like she has never seen it before, but Junsha rarely uses this kind of rice noodle, which is about the same thickness as a mobile phone charging cable.

"This noodle is extra strong. You will sell your soy milk buns and dumplings later, and I will be responsible for brewing the noodle and selling it," Li Changan said.

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

In fact, the old men and women in the community are not willing to eat in restaurants because they think it is unhygienic and nutritious, but they are more willing to save the trouble and buy breakfast from a restaurant when they pass by for a walk to buy food. Zhou Shuling also has a business in the community. People take care of them, and the houses in the streets next to them are relatively old. Most of them are rented out to young office workers, who are also Zhou Shuling's important customers.

Liu Changan first made 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. Judging from the aura she exuded, she looked more like she should be sitting in the most luxurious restaurant, waiting for the meticulous service of the manager and chef, rather than in this cheap restaurant. Go to the stall early.

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

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

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