There are not many reeds on the mountain, but there are quite a few bamboo forests. Last year, we dug a lot of winter bamboo shoots on the mountain, but they were all dried into dried bamboo shoots.
Walking all the way up to Yangdong Lake, many bamboo shoots along the way shed their dry skins. These skins are long and wide, and can be used to wrap rice dumplings.
After searching around, they only found a handful of suitable reed leaves. Their legs and feet were sore from walking, so they simply squatted down and picked up some dried bamboo shoots.
If you look carefully, you can find some tender bamboo shoots. However, Yang Donghu didn't bring any tools to dig bamboo shoots when he went up the mountain. He picked some that had broken through the soil high enough to be broken by hand and put them in his backpack.
"Brother Dong, we still have some bamboo shoots at home. Do you want to dry them?"
Zhao Fangchu asked in confusion as he put bamboo shoots into his backpack.
All the bamboo shoots couldn't be put in the same basket, otherwise it would be too tiring. Yang Donghu divided the bamboo shoots evenly between the two baskets and said with a smile: "Instead of drying the bamboo shoots, let's pickle them and make you a delicious meal later."
Yang Donghu likes to eat snail noodles very much. He once stayed in Guangxi and ate five meals of snail noodles in three days.
The soul of snail noodles is sour bamboo shoots, which are not difficult to pickle. Yang Donghu plans to give it a try and make it for the Zhao family to taste.
Zhao Fangchu trusted Yang Donghu the most. As long as he said he would make something delicious, it would definitely be good. All he could think about was what delicious food his brother Dong could make for him, and he had his usual silly smile on his face.
The backpack was much heavier than when they came, so they rested along the way. When they passed by the lush grass by the stream, they picked some tender grass to feed the rabbits.
Raising rabbits is different from raising chickens. For chickens, wheat bran is enough, but rabbits are picky eaters. They won’t eat grass that is even slightly dry. They only want to eat juicy and tender grass.
The group of rabbits at home have grown a lot. They are well fed and fat. Although they are not as big as the mother rabbit now, it is hard to say what their size will be in a few months.
Yang Donghu was so tired that he broke out in a thin layer of sweat. He and Zhao Fangchu found a clean and flat stone to sit down and rest.
Suddenly, they heard footsteps coming from the place where they had just come down. Yang Donghu and Zhao Fangchu looked up at the same time. The person they missed last night suddenly appeared in front of them, and he couldn't help but shout for joy.
"Brother Chuan!"
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