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- The paper fell into my hand and was used to wrap the thirteen incense sticks.
??Sichuan peppercorns are good and fragrant, and the flavor of Sichuan peppercorns is particularly long,[.]
Fish and stew are indispensable, and frying and frying are the best.
??Whenever cooking is seasoned, it won¡¯t taste fragrant without Sichuan peppercorns.
If you want to ask where Zanthoxylum bungeanum is produced, Linzhou in the south of the Yangtze River is my hometown.
Guangda material and octagonal tip are produced in Bajiao Mountain, Guangxi.
There are many treasures on Bajiao Mountain, but aniseed is the only one that tastes delicious.
If you want to ask what the use of aniseed is, it is the freshest when stewing fish and meat.
?? Red meat elbow, used as a pot of meat, does not taste fresh without the aniseed ingredients.
Dried ginger is old, old dried ginger, the older the dried ginger, the longer it tastes.
As people get older, they gain more experience, and as ginger gets older, its flavor becomes longer.
Mix fresh vegetables, make fresh soup, add some dried ginger to make it more fragrant.
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"Thirteen incense, thirteen incense" Liu Junhao's rough voice sounded ups and downs, and at the same time he knocked the porcelain basin next to him like a dubbing.
"College student, could you please keep your voice down? You are knocking on people's hearts, and no one has come to tell fortunes for a long time." An old man with oily sweat on his forehead complained loudly. As he spoke, he used some old newspapers He fanned himself, trying to bring himself a chill.
Although the weather in April is not too hot, the sun has started to get hot these days. The stall they set up is right in front of the semi-abandoned grain warehouse. There is not even a tree for shade here, and it is very hot.
"Liang Dapao, you call me egg. You fool around all day long. Who will listen to you? Have you never heard that people's lives are destined? If you are really capable, why don't you figure out how to make a fortune? You cheat and kidnap all day long. One day, the police station will Arrest the people for you."
"My mother, what are you talking about? You are such an old person, but you still graduated from high school." Liang Dapao was also annoyed by what he said, "Who said I am deceiving people? This is scientific fortune telling. Do you understand? But you spend all day making sawdust, grass roots and tree bark, pretending to be thirteen incense, and I haven't reported it to the government yet."
"My mother might have died a long time ago. It's useless for you to even think about it." Liu Junhao retorted, and then loudly knocked on the porcelain basin next to him, and the clanking sound suddenly sounded again.
"You, it's my misfortune. That old bastard, Old Man Liu, was really blind when he was alive. How could he adopt a little beast like you?" Liang Dapao was furious for a moment and even cursed in his mouth.
"Liang Dapao, you must rebuke. Don't mention Old Man Liu. Whoever mentions me will worry me!" Liu Junhao's face sank, and he no longer meant to joke.
"You can't even talk about it. Whydon't say it anymore." Liang Dapao was about to continue joking when he suddenly saw his face was ashen. Knowing that this child was really angry, he didn't dare to continue to bury Old Man Liu, but in his heart He cursed endlessly: "My ancestor, you were smiling when I scolded you just now, but you stopped scolding me when I mentioned Old Man Liu. It's really evil"
He actually understood in his heart that Liu Junhao could let others scold him for his eighteenth generation ancestors, but he was indeed very filial to the old man Liu who raised him. A few months ago, the wife of the village chief of Liujiagou tied the sheep to Old Liu's grave while herding sheep. As a result, the two sheep gnawed the two trees on Old Liu's grave to a pulp. When Liu Junhao found out about it at that time, he grabbed a kitchen knife and blocked the door of the village chief's house without saying a word, forcing the village chief to apologize to him humbly and promise to plant two more trees on Old Liu's grave next year.
Qingshan Town is located at the foot of Daliang Mountain. It was named Qingshan Town because of the lush virgin forests on the mountain. This town is very small, with only a hundred households. You can light a cigarette and walk back and forth in the town.
It is said that the streets are actually opened by residents on both sides of the road. There is only one intersecting street, but it also forms a small market, where there is a market and a market. Although the town is small, it is simple and natural, like a paradise.
Liu Junhao and Liang Dapao operate on these few square meters of land. Liu Junhao's nickname is "College Student" for a long time. Later, when he was in high school, the nickname became even louder, although he was expelled from school for fighting in the end. , but also left behind the title of a college student. This was originally a joke on him by the people in the town, but he was very calm and let people call him.
??The old man Liu mentioned by Liang Dapao was his adopter. He was an old bachelor who usually made a living by tinkering with thirteen incense. Old Man Liu treated him as his own son when he was still alive. He originally expected to take care of him in his old age, and raised him from the age of five to fifteen. Who knew that in the end he could no longer bear the call of the Lord of Hell and drove away to the west early, leaving him alone? Leave the next mess to Liu Junhao.
Liu Junhao was not a good boy originally, but now he has lost his restraint and was kicked out of school. The village saw that he was pitiful and gave him three acres of land, but like Old Man Liu, he didn't want to farm at home in a regular way, so??Packed up the guys again and started selling thirteen incense like old man Liu.
"Seven things in life, firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, tea, anything related to life can make money. These thirteen incense are also necessities of life, so Liu Junhao can take care of his life with three walnuts and two dates every day.
Liang Dapao's experience is similar to that of Old Man Liu. He is also a bachelor. His fortune-telling stall used to be located next to Old Man Liu's Thirteen Incense stalls. The two of them had a good relationship, so he took good care of Liu Junhao. Although he said angry words just now, he was not really angry. At this moment, he was still a little envious of Old Man Liu. This old guy even raised a filial son after he died.
In rural areas, people pay attention to adding graves during the Qingming Festival. They burn paper money on the graves of their elders, and then add two shovels of soil to stabilize the graves. Because of the rain and wind throughout the year, a lot of the soil on the graves has been washed away by the water. In fact, this is all symbolic, and no family will actually add much soil to the grave. Because graves also occupy cultivated land these days, and the gnomes in the mountains are expensive, they are not happy if you add more people to the land. Therefore, when plowing the land, the graves are plowed up a few inches. Year after year, some cemeteries are Just like that it died.
Old Man Liu's graveyard was designed by Liang Dapao. It was on a hillside, but it was other people's farmland. Naturally, they wouldn't let him bury him. But Liu Junhao had a way. He exchanged three acres of good land for two acres. They buried Old Man Liu's grave on half an acre of mountain land, and added to it every year. In four years, the grave was nearly two feet high, and it looked like a fort from a distance.
This kind of filial piety alone made Liang Dapao envious. Thinking that he would have to provide for himself in a hundred years, he asked: "College student, how about you become my grandson?"
"Fuck you, uncle, why don't you treat me as my grandson?" Liu Junhao immediately yelled after hearing this.
"Ahem" Liang Dapao naturally knew that he had misunderstood. Just when he was about to open his mouth to explain, he suddenly coughed again. With a sly smile on his face, he stood up and shouted loudly, "Government, government, I will close the stall right now." ¡¡±
"Who is it?!" Liu Junhao turned his head in surprise and found a twenty-seven or eight-year-old woman standing four or five meters away, holding several paint tubes in her hands, standing there pretty.
He also knew this woman. She was Mayor Qi's wife Li Yu, and the town's propaganda committee member. Nowadays, township-level cadres don't pay much attention to propaganda work. They think it is dispensable in rural areas. Publicity means writing information and uploading it. It was ordered, so Qi Changfa asked his wife to be a propaganda committee member. No one objected, but they just didn't know what this woman was doing here.
As for not being allowed to set up stalls casually, that is the business of the Industrial and Commercial Office, and it seems that it is not her turn to be in charge of the propaganda committee. However, I also thought that the propaganda committee is also in charge of departments such as cultural stations and radio stations. Liang Dapao is also the one who engages in feudal superstition. Management category. From this perspective, Li Yu's appearance here is not unexpected.
"I don't care about you today, you guys give in, we are going to paint slogans on the wall." Li Yu smiled sweetly and pointed to the wall of the grain depot behind them, which was painted with white flowers.
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