Stylistic road

On the fifth day, Chen Mingliang and Ren Jing returned to Beijing.

When I arrived in Beijing, I paid my respects to my master for a few years, and showed him the inscriptions he shot on Yutai. I didn't expect that Cao was still thinking about it, so he had to see it by himself.

On the sixth day of the sixth year, Ren Jing had something to do, so she went to visit Sister Hua, and Chen Mingliang went to Teacher Cao by herself.

Teacher Cao lives in his courtyard house, its size is not comparable to Chen Mingliang, but it is full of life.

As a cultural person, you can't imagine how elegant his courtyard house is, so elegant that friends do not take the initiative to come to his house for gatherings.

The flowers and plants planted in other people's yard are full of vegetables.

When Chen Mingliang came, Old Cao was playing with his cucumber in his vegetable shed.

It is said to be a large shed, only half a person high, supported by a large bend of bamboo, covered with a film, people can only bend down to walk in, or kneel on the ground to climb.

There are a total of three greenhouses, and the fresh vegetables for the New Year are all grown by themselves, and the harvest is good.

Lao Cao didn't know where he got a large basket of cow dung, which was dried up, broke it into small pieces with his hands, and buried it in the roots of the plants with a small shovel.

It was cold and sweaty all over.Coming out of the big shed, his body was steaming like a steamed bun.

Don't catch a cold.

"Teacher, so are you, you are all this age, and you can grow your own vegetables, just go to the vegetable market to buy some, they are all from Shouguang, fresh." Chen Mingliang did not forget to maintain his hometown vegetable base.

Old Cao smiled, "All the things I buy outside are soaked with pesticides, or you can plant them yourself. I don’t use any pesticides here. I catch all the bugs by myself. Don’t look at so many vegetable fields. The long bugs are not enough for the bird I raised."

If there is nothing to eat, can you eat that disgusting parrot?

"It's your worth, if I have spare time, I would also like to get a vegetable plot"

"Then the relationship is good. Our father and I are farming together, picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, and seeing Nanshan leisurely, yearning for a rural life!"

Really hypocritical, Xiao Chen didn't yearn for it at all.

The teacher passed a small cucumber, which has not been washed.He also took one, put it in his mouth and ate it, "Well, crispy!"

Chen Mingliang took the cucumber and looked at the material that the teacher had obviously not finished digesting. He hesitated.Finally, while the teacher was not paying attention, he wiped the cucumber on himself to remove the scum and ate it.

It's really not smelly, it's really crispy when you eat it, and the fresh gherkins are still tingling in your mouth.

Chen Mingliang really wants to build his own breeding base. Now that there are a lot of hormones, Chen Mingliang dare not eat many dishes.

"Don't go back later, you are eating here today. Oh, yes, my friend brought me a Tan sheep from Wu Zhong. After the year is over, we won't kill it. If you keep it, will you?" Teacher Cao is waiting for him here.

"This is simple, I can kill." Chen Mingliang was eager to try.

"Then I call my friends to come and eat lamb together at noon."

I heard that eating the freshest Ningxia mutton, after a while, all of Teacher Cao’s friends came, among the seven or eight of them, Lao Jin is of course indispensable.

"Little brother, you are back. I still have new tea waiting for you to come here. It is the new tea from my painting and calligraphy gallery. You don't need to go out to drink. When I heard Old Cao said that someone killed sheep, I knew it was you. My cousin also talked about you every day. He was scolded by his wife for half a year before, and now he turned over to be a man. He didn't cook during the Chinese New Year, it was all the work of his sister-in-law." Lao Jin was very happy to see Chen Mingliang.

Even though they are all middle-aged people in their 40s and 50s, they still have a heavy heart to play.

I heard that there is fresh lamb. Some people even brought a barbecue grill. Someone even brought a rotary oven. He also suggested whether to make a whole lamb roast.

"Roast your sister's whole lamb. It's a pity to roast such a good lamb, at most I will give you a leg of lamb to practice your hands." Lao Jin strongly opposed to roasting and eating.

One person killed the sheep, and seven or eight people watched.

Tan sheep are not big, and their wool sheepskins are very good, they are the best fur.

This sheep is very beautiful, with white hair and black eyes, and living conditions are pretty good after entering Beijing.They all live in heated rooms. They eat hanging lettuce leaves. They shake their heads while eating. They don't feel like they are going to enter the stomachs of these people.

Chen Mingliang pulled the leg of lamb and weighed it up and down, "Eight or ninety catties, it looks good, and can produce fifty catties of meat."

"This is a professional fan!" Lao Jin began to drool, and the others praised it later.

A Kang table was carried outside and used as a cutting board for slaughter.

What a luxury, this is Huanghuali's table!

At Chen Mingliang's request, someone brought a basin and adjusted the warm water with salt.

Someone pressed the hind leg of the sheep, Chen Mingliang stepped on the front leg of the sheep with one foot and pulled the head of the sheep with one hand, pinpointing the location, and stabbing it with one knife.

"Puff," the blood rushed down the tip of the knife into the basin, and the sheep stopped moving after a few kicks.

So exciting!.

It's just these few seconds that I'm enjoying watching

Peeling is very simple, blow the air, and then use your hands.

Soon, except for the head of a sheep, it was cleaned out neatly.

This is nothing about Chen Mingliang.

Someone cleaned the lamb's intestines and lamb belly. They were not too dirty. They consulted Chen Mingliang with a sip of water in his mouth, and then pulled the lamb's intestines to blow out the lamb dung like a balloon.

After washing half-clean, take a flush from the faucet.

It's so much fun for everyone to work together.No one thinks Chen Mingliang is young. Looking at him, he always feels that he is three or five years younger than himself.

The lunch is really hearty.Roast leg of lamb and lamb kebabs are just for accompaniment; lamb offal soup, hand-handled lamb, everyone eats mouthfuls, especially lamb dipped in leeks, it is called a delicacy.

After eating and drinking, a group of people regained good manners, and they began to dance and talk about the past and the present.It seems that they were not the one who saw the scorching eyes of Killing Sheep just now.

Many men can cook, and their craftsmanship is not bad.Men don’t cook, it really doesn’t mean they don’t, they can only be said to be lazy or have no status at home.

Jin Zhengzhi is a typical example.When I was a leader of a state-owned enterprise, my wife was a civil servant of the Human Resources and Social Security Bureau, just an ordinary employee, the kind who guarded the counter, which was slightly better than the bank counter.

Comrade Jin is so proud that he will go out every day when his wife dresses him up well. The shoes are always lifted by his wife with shoehorns.

Comrade Jin was laid off. In just half a year, Lao Jin, who had his ten fingers and never touched Yang Chunshui, became a little culinary expert.I also learned the new skills behind the ears, no matter how bad my wife scolds, I don't feel embarrassed.

Now, Mr. Jin has become the boss of a company in charge of several hundred million, and immediately turned over and became the owner.Especially after eating Jiang Lin this ripe apple, life has been sublimated, mother, don't lean over, I am sick of your old face.

impermanence of life.

Lao Jin is still waiting to report to Chen Mingliang, and he can't wait.