novelaction Chapter 617 Flower Mushroom Mush
Chapter 617 Flower Mushroom Mush
Zhou Guo sighed, "Even if they want it, they have to have land. Many families don't have much land. If they don't have enough, they can only rent the land from the landlords. They work hard all year round and have to pay 60% rent. What can they have left? With such a small fortune, how can they afford to buy fertilizer?"
Wu Jiang said: "But with fertile land, the yield can be increased, and they can get more food."
Zhou Guo said: "Perhaps the production has increased, so the payment will be more? Will the landlord rent it for a long time?"
She didn't understand it either, maybe these people were just waiting and watching?
He shook his head and said to Wu Jiang, "Okay, it's getting late. I'll go back first. If anything happens, come home and tell me first."
Wu Jiang should be.
At home, Li had already prepared the chicken and chopped it into pieces. She also washed the shiitake mushrooms and put them in a large basket.
Zhou Guo washed his hands and started cooking. He fried the pheasant and killed an old hen to make soup. He hadn't had chicken soup for a long time.
Add slices of ginger, peppercorns and garlic to the pan and stir-fry until fragrant. Add the chicken pieces into the pan and fry until dry. Add a large ladle of water, throw in the shredded shiitake mushrooms and cook together. Add a few drops of soy sauce, cover with a lid and simmer slowly.
Put the old hen into the casserole, and throw in a handful of washed dried shiitake mushrooms. Dried shiitake mushrooms are the only way to make the soup fragrant.
Put the ginger slices and scallion knots on a small stove and simmer slowly.
When the water in the big pot is half dry, add salt and stir-fry for a while, serve in a ceramic pot and sprinkle some chopped green onion on top. A pot of colorful and fragrant fried chicken with shiitake mushrooms is ready.
Pour the sliced shiitake mushrooms into the pan with sautéed garlic slices. As the oil boils, the aroma spreads. Throw in a handful of chopped leeks, add a few drops of soy sauce to add color, and add salt before removing from the pan.
A plate of fragrant fried mushroom slices is ready.
Tear the cooked shiitake mushrooms into small pieces, put them into a stone mortar and chop them together with garlic, sprinkle with chopped green onions, add salt, soy sauce and vinegar, and finally use badger oil to mix them. A plate of cold shiitake mushroom puree is ready.
Li looked at the sticky stuff in the bowl and frowned, "You made the mushrooms look like this. Can we eat them?"
Zhou Xing also saw this way of eating for the first time, and said with a smile: "It's quite fresh to eat like this, Guoguo even has more tricks in cooking than others."
Zhou Guo said: "It's definitely edible, but as for the taste... I can't guarantee it."
This was her first time doing this.
Li shook her head. "No one does it like you do. If no one eats it, they will just feed it to the dogs."
Zhou Guo laughed and said, "Hei Dadan is very picky now, he can only feed chickens."
The meal was ready and the sun was just setting.
The table has been set up in the yard.
The prepared dishes were placed on the table, and an extra dish of cold-mixed preserved eggs was added.
The old man stared at the bowl of yellow and black mud for a long time, but couldn't recognize what it was, so he asked Zhou Guo, "What is this made of?"
Zhou Gu and the others came over. They were not there when this dish was made, so no one recognized him.
Zhou Guo said with a grin, "Guess what."
Zhou Mai looked at it carefully and said, "Isn't this just something chopped into paste? I know, it's flower mushrooms, chopped into paste!"
"Flower mushroom? Is this a flower mushroom?" Everyone looked at it carefully again and found it very novel. "It's a flower mushroom, but why did it become like this?"
Zhou Guo said, "You've never eaten this way before. Come, sit down and eat and see how it tastes."
The old man was the first to reach out his chopsticks towards the mushroom paste.
The others also reached out for the bowl of mud. Flower mushrooms were not a rare thing for their family. They could pick some in the mountains every year. They didn't sell such a small amount and kept it all for themselves.
I've eaten it fried, stewed, or served cold, but this is the first time I've eaten it chopped into a paste, and I'm curious about how it tastes.
Zhou Guo also picked up a piece of food with chopsticks. This was a dish she had made herself.
It's not quite accurate to say it's pureed; it's not that crumbly, but still has some chewiness, a strong aroma, and is very tasty. She thinks it's pretty good.
"This dish is good." The old man nodded and took another bite with chopsticks. "It's not too chewy."
Everyone laughs.
Zhou Guo said: "Master, you sound like you are in your seventies or eighties. It's good that you haven't lost any teeth."
Zhou Gu and others all agreed, saying that although he was old, his teeth were still in good condition and he could even chew bones by himself.
Zhou Su was eating happily with chopsticks. Hearing what was said, he glanced at the old man's teeth, changed the direction of his chopsticks, and picked up the chicken to eat. He decided to leave this dish that was not too demanding on the teeth for the gentleman.
Zhou Mai tasted each dish and said, "The ones grown at home taste almost the same as those picked from the mountains. The flower mushrooms just picked from the mountains and not dried also taste the same."
Zhou Mai said: "They are all flower mushrooms, how bad can the taste be."
Zhou Guo couldn't tell any difference. The taste was the same. It was a wild delicacy. She could sell it to several provincial capitals without any worries.
She scooped another half bowl of soup, took a sip, and felt that today's chicken soup was really delicious!
Zhou Gu drank two bowls and said, "Today's soup is really delicious."
Zhou Guo said: "This soup is made with the old hen at home. I only put ginger slices and green onions in it. I simmered it on low heat for more than half an hour, and the flavor came out. If it was simmered for a little longer, it would definitely be more fragrant."
"Yeah, it's good." The old man drank several bowls in a row.
The family finished their delicious meal.
Zhou Guo was lying in a rocking chair with a palm-leaf fan in his hand, fanning himself to the sky. He felt so comfortable.
The old man couldn't bear to see this and said, "Get up, get up. Why are you sitting on a recliner at such a young age? Why don't you let your master give way to me? I'm so old and I've worked all day. I must be tired."
Zhou Guo had no choice but to get up and sit on a stool nearby, saying, "Master, you just ate so much rice and drank so much soup. It's not appropriate to walk too much at this time. You need to walk to digest the food. As the saying goes, if you walk a hundred steps after a meal, you will live to be ninety-nine!"
The old man sighed comfortably and waved his hand, saying, "Tomorrow, it will be the same if you leave tomorrow. I am tired today."
The whole family gathered in the yard at this time, watching the sky gradually darken and chatting.
Before going to bed, Zhou Guo moved all the things that were drying in the yard into the house.
In the middle of the night, I heard the sound of dripping water. It was raining.
As dawn approached, the rain stopped.
When she got up to practice, the ground was still wet. When she finished, the floor of the yard was dry.
Li said, "It really rained last night as they said it would. I think you can compete with the old masters in the village. Why don't you ask them to teach you?"
Zhou Xing smiled and said, "I also want to learn this skill."
Zhou Guo said: "I just stumbled upon this by sheer luck, thinking that just in case, it might come in handy."
After breakfast, she went to the mountains and adjusted the manpower. The manure pile did not need to be turned every day. When the pile was not turned, only five or six people were left on the farm to guard it, and the rest of the manpower was all transferred to the mountains.