I'm really immortal

Chapter 152 Feelings
Liu Changan put on his shoes and walked back to the road along the lotus pond. The wet ridges were covered with dense weeds. In recent years, there have been fewer and fewer farmers in villages and towns. Not interested, the field paths that I used to step on to and fro with clear paths were gradually submerged.

Only when there are many people who go, the way will appear, and when there are many people who go, the way will be left behind.

In different eras, there will always be different social problems, and then there will be different solutions to guide and solve the problems. Liu Changan has no emotion. Everyone has the right to do what they like, and there is no obligation to hold certain ideas Come and go to give for others, some people will give up something to give, these people are different.

Liu Changan walked along the road to Qingshan Town. The change of the times did not dissipate all the traditions, but it became quieter day by day. Today in Qingshan Town, there are still elderly people who have been going to the market for decades, picking their own farming The crops or native products produced, fermented soybeans, chili sauce, dried fish, dried beans, tea, and other things are sold on the street. As long as the things are good, the business is okay, and the quality of life of residents in the town is also improving. Yu likes some things produced by farmers themselves.

Liu Changan looked at the things of the fellow villagers, and picked out a jar of good-tasting hot sauce. The hometown where he had his head shaved was rich in hot sauce. It used to be a tribute in the Qing Dynasty. Now the local brand hot sauce sold online is not suitable for most people’s tastes. The problem is that it has lost the local characteristics, and it is really mellow and spicy without the salty taste of industrial products.

Qingshan Town is not a big town, but it takes more than 10 minutes to walk through the two streets from the beginning to the end. Liu Changan took a chili sauce jar and looked at it casually, reminiscing about the time when he went to the market in the early years. At that time, a village People in the city will set off in pairs before dawn, carrying burdens from nearby villages, hoping to occupy a good place in the town's market earlier. Later, bicycles became cheaper, and the old man rode a bicycle, carrying The old woman and the local goods came, so they could leave later.

Liu Changan came to Shiziping in Qingshan Town. Here is the best Qingshan rice noodle in the whole Qingshan town. In the eyes of all the people in Qingshan town, this is the most authentic Qingshan rice noodle. Other shops in the country under the banner of Qingshan rice noodle They are not as authentic as the ones from this family.

"Have a bowl of rice noodles and add a fried egg." Liu Changan sat down, and the dozen or so tables in the two facades were almost full of people. People who came to the market earlier had no time to have breakfast at home, so they took advantage of the time Come and taste this kind of rice noodles that is not extravagant and not often eaten, but it must be memorable.

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

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

The rice noodles were delivered, and there were crushed red peppers falling on the white and firm rice noodles. The red soup exuded the aroma from memory, and the topping of sliced ​​meat came second. , have eaten all kinds of noodle soup all over the country, and this one is the most memorable.

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

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 been able to replicate this pure taste. Childhood memories and flavors.

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

The owner of Qingshan Machinery Factory is surnamed Qin, and his ancestral home is Qingshan Town. He came back from Taiwan to set up a factory in the early years. This Qingshan Machinery Factory is the property of the Qin family. In addition to selling all kinds of agricultural machinery sold in Southeast Asia, it also produces rice noodle machines.

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

At noon, Liu Changan wandered to the countryside under Qingshan Town, and then went to another town for a stroll. In the afternoon, he went to the county seat, bought old rice at the rice factory, packed a large bag of rice, and then came to the former residence of Zeng Shaved , I admired the summer scene of the lotus pond in front of the Duke’s Mansion, looked at the ancient books and historical classics left over from the Qing Dynasty, but there is no doubt that the few civil servants and generals in the modern history of southern Hunan, those surnamed Zuo and Wang were obviously more shaved than Zeng One step higher.

In the evening, Liu Changan slowly carried the rice noodle chili sauce jar and the rice noodle machine, and walked towards Junsha with a large bag of rice, because after all, it would be too eye-catching to run so fast after carrying so many things. I can pick the time and route to speed up, but when I go home, it is still the dawn of the next day.

Liu Changan washed his feet and changed his shoes, and then carefully looked at the instruction manual of the rice noodle machine. 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 washed and soaked the rice noodle bought from Qingshan Town in cold water for a while.

After all this was done, the sky was only brightly lit in the extreme east. Liu Changan went to the vegetable market to buy a pullet and put it in the carriage. Fortunately, he was fed the night before. His breath was a little hungry, but it didn't feel raging.

Liu Changan closed the door of the carriage and let the little hen die, and he didn't want to observe how the coffin plundered the little hen's breath to death.

Zhou Shuling was ready to set up the stall. Liu Changan took out the leftover refrigerated spicy rooster and warmed it up. Although it was not the freshest and most delicious time, it was still okay to use it as a topping for rice noodles.

"Your rice noodles don't seem to be the same as Junsha's?" Zhou Shuling said in surprise, but it's not like she hasn't seen it before. It's just that Junsha seldom uses this kind of powder, which is about as thick as a mobile phone charging data cable.

"This noodle is extra strong. After a while you sell your soy milk and milk buns and dumplings, and I'll be in charge of making the noodle and selling it." Li Changan said.

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

In fact, the old men and women in the community are not very willing to go to the restaurant to eat, thinking it is unhygienic and unnutritious, but they prefer to have breakfast conveniently. The houses on the side streets are relatively old, and most of them are rented out to young office workers, who are also important customers of Zhou Shuling.

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

"A bowl of rice noodles."

An extremely beautiful young woman stood in front of the breakfast stall. Judging by the aura she exuded, it seemed more like she should be sitting in the most luxurious restaurant, waiting for the meticulous service from the manager and chef, rather than in this cheap restaurant. Stand up early.

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

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

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