How is this like suffering in the countryside with poor medical conditions and inadequate nutrition?
He was thinking too much. Looking at the situation in the mountains, life was more comfortable than in the city.
"Hey! Mo, come in quickly and don't stand by the door!" Old Master Fang responded quickly, his tone revealing concern.
The words "I've suffered" were swallowed back again.
"Grandpa, you've worked hard along the way." Shen Mo walked to the kang, but did not get on it immediately. Instead, she carefully placed the basket on the cabinet next to her.
Then, with the help of Lu Qingyang's arm, who had already stood up and stretched out his arm, she sat on a chair beside her.
"You guys secretly ate delicious food while I was away."
Lu Qingyang naturally served Shen Mo a bowl of bone soup that was warm on the stove and had most of the red oil skimmed off. He also picked up some tofu, cabbage hearts, beef, and mutton that were not too spicy and put them in her bowl: "Are you hungry? Drink some soup to warm yourself up first, and then eat some vegetables."
"Yeah, I'm a little hungry." Shen Mo took the bowl and drank the soup quietly.
Grandpa Fang asked curiously, "My granddaughter-in-law, you are pregnant, why don't you just rest at home? Why are you going out?"
"I just go out for a walk. It's boring to stay at home all the time."
She is a person who can't sit still, so how could she stay at home?
"Grandpa is here. Let's ask the breeder to pick out two pigs tomorrow and kill them for us to eat. It will be a blessing for everyone."
Mr. Fang: “…”
"How can we just kill the pigs in this team? No, we absolutely cannot do that." The old man waved his hands repeatedly.
Shen Mo and Lu Qingyang glanced at each other and couldn't help laughing. "I'll take you there tomorrow and you'll know."
After cleaning up the kitchen, Lu Qingyang returned to the main room, carrying a small red clay stove and a set of coarse pottery tea sets.
The charcoal fire in the small stove was burning brightly, making a slight crackling sound.
He placed the stove under the edge of the kang to ensure that no one would be burned, and placed an iron kettle filled with water on the stove.
"Grandpa, I just had a pot of hot pot. Drink some tea to relieve the greasiness and help digestion."
As Lu Qingyang spoke, he carefully scooped out two handfuls of tea leaves from an ordinary-looking bamboo tube and placed them in two coarse pottery cups respectively.
The tea leaves looked plain, dark green with a hint of brown, and their shapes were irregular.
Mr. Fang didn't care at first. What good tea could be found in the countryside? At most, it was some coarse tea foam.
But when Lu Qingyang lifted the boiling iron kettle and poured the boiling water into the cup, a cool aroma from the mountains instantly rose from the stoneware cup.
Mr. Fang has been drinking tea for decades and claims to be knowledgeable. He has tasted many good teas in Beijing, but he has never smelled such a unique tea fragrance!
He sat up straight, his eyes fixed on the tea leaves gradually expanding in the boiling water, his throat rolling unconsciously.
"What...what kind of tea is this?" the old man couldn't help but ask.
Lu Qingyang smiled and gently placed a cup of tea in front of Grandpa Fang and another cup in front of Grandpa Shen: "Grandpa, this is the wild tea we picked from the back mountain. My husband helped to roast it. It's not a rare variety, just an old tea tree in the mountain. The taste is okay. Try it and see if it can make you less greasy."
Uncle Shen picked up his cup, blew away the hot steam, took a sip with satisfaction, squinted his eyes and savored it, "Well, the temperature is well controlled this year, and the wild flavor is more abundant. Brother, try it quickly. Don't be fooled by its ordinary appearance. The wild tea in our mountains tastes no worse than those tribute teas!"
Mr. Fang picked up the simple stoneware cup doubtfully.
The tea is a clear light golden color, with steam rising up and a strange, cool fragrance.
He blew it carefully and took a sip.
“Hmm!”
The warm tea soup is smooth and slightly bitter at first, but it is fleeting, and then it dissolves into a long and distant sweet aftertaste, with the sweetness of mountain springs, the fragrance of plants, and a hint of faint floral scent.
After drinking it, not only the greasiness of the hot pot is removed, but also the dust from the journey seems to be washed away by this clear tea soup, making the whole body relaxed and refreshed!
Mr. Fang held the teacup and didn't speak for a long time.
He looked down at the tea leaves floating in the cup, then looked at the contented expression of Mr. Shen opposite him.
The Beijing dim sum and Daoxiangcun pastries he brought with him now became tasteless.
There are no delicacies from the mountains and the sea, no silks and satins, only a wisp of clear tea in this rough earthenware cup and the warmth that permeates this country cottage.
Mr. Fang suddenly remembered: "Oh, I was so busy eating that the food is still in the car."
"Grandpa, don't worry, I'll get it later!"
Lu Qingyang walked quickly to the threshing ground in front of the brigade headquarters.
The jeep was still parked there, and the orderly Xiao Zong was leaning against the car.
Xiao Zong looked up when he heard the voice and saw Lu Qingyang. He smiled sincerely, "Brother Lu! Oh, I finally see an old friend!"
When they were in Beijing, Xiaozong often drove him around.
"Haven't you eaten yet? Let's go to my house for a meal. I just cooked a hot pot, and it's still warm!" Lu Qingyang patted Xiaozong's shoulder.
When Xiao Zong heard that he was going to eat hot food, his eyes lit up and his stomach growled at the same time. He scratched his head in embarrassment: "Well... I'm so sorry, Brother Lu."
Seeing an acquaintance, Xiao Zong finally grinned and said, "Let's take the things to your house first!"
"Why are you being so polite to me!" Lu Qingyang said with a smile, and then pointed at the car, "But we have to carry the things over first. The old man is worried, so he brought them all."
"Yes, yes, yes! Business is more important!" Xiao Zong nodded quickly and took out the car keys: "Grandpa has treasured these things along the way, especially the small suitcase. He even holds it when he sleeps!"
The two walked to the back of the car and Xiao Zong opened the trunk.
Wow!
Even though Lu Qingyang was mentally prepared, he was still shocked by the scene before him.
The trunk was packed so full that there was hardly any space!
Several huge canvas bags were bulging and tied tightly with hemp ropes, and you could see the sharp edges of the cans and the domes of the milk powder cans inside.
There were two heavy wicker boxes squeezed next to them, through which the red dates and dried longans inside could be vaguely seen.
The back seat is even more exaggerated - except for the small space where the old man sits, the rest of the space is also occupied by supplies!
Several large paper boxes with the words "Beijing City Pastries" printed on them were piled up high, almost reaching the roof of the car. Next to them were bundles of cloth, the color and quality of which showed that they were made of high-quality cotton or tweed.
The most eye-catching thing is a large square item wrapped in layers of old quilts. Lu Qingyang guessed that it might be something that was afraid of bumps, such as a thermos.
"Grandpa...are you clearing out the supply and marketing cooperative?" Lu Qingyang couldn't help but make a joke.
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