Longing for mountain village life

Jiang Tian took the bun and took a bite, the taste was really delicious, he had eaten potato-filled buns and dumplings before, the taste was a little smooth, there was not much taste, and it needed to be dipped in garlic or soy sauce to eat, it might be better.

But now this potato bun, the taste has a rustling feeling, a very strong potato taste, with a little fragrance, the taste is particularly good.

Then put a piece of pickle in it, bite down, and the flavor of the two is mixed, which is even more flavorful.

"Delicious!" Jiang Tian praised.

Grandpa smiled, "I didn't expect this potato-stuffed bun to be so delicious, anyway, there are so many potatoes, you can pack a little more later, often eating potatoes is especially good for the heart, and can reduce high blood pressure, high blood lipids, these are all certified by experts on TV." "

Drinking millet porridge and eating buns, a meal in the early morning makes people's mood quite relaxed.

After eating, grandpa took out the Pu'er tea leaves in the house, today they want to stir-fry tea, after all, the tea that is often drunk does not mean that you can brew it directly after picking the leaves.

After drying yesterday afternoon, the strong aroma of grass on the Pu'er tea has dissipated a lot, and the leaves are slightly rolled up, and he put part of the tea leaves on the bamboo grate.

Since it could not be used in the kitchen, Grandpa built a simple stove in the yard, with a few stones placed on the ground and a large iron pot on it.

This fried tea also has a lot of attention, first of all, the need to finish, now the degree of industrialization is very high, most of the use of machines to kill, roller type killing machine continuous rotation, can save a lot of manpower and material resources and the most precious time.

However, after all, this is a mountain village, and there is no such condition, so only manpower can be used to finish the killing.

Grandpa has already lit the fire, put the wood into it, the tongue of the fire bakes the bottom of the large iron pot, a steady stream of heating, soon, you can feel the heat wave rushing around, if you get close, you can fully appreciate what is called baking.

Grandpa added a few more sticks of wood, and seeing that the fire was almost ready, the inside of the big iron pot was already piping hot, and he poured the tea leaves on the bamboo grate into the pot.

Almost at the moment of pouring, my grandfather's big hands kept churning inside.

Finishing, it is equivalent to making a sauna for tea, but also like stir-frying, you need to keep stir-frying, the difference is that one uses hands, the other uses a shovel.

Ordinary people can't do it, mainly too hot, tea is like a hot elf constantly leaving a burning heat on the surface of your skin, and once finished can not be stopped, because at high temperature, the degree of oxidation of tea, color, and even taste will change in a short time, if you delay for a while, it may become inferior from high-quality products.

Jiang Tian watched from the side, feeling very funny, it was this sour taste of rich grass after heating, which made him a little uncomfortable.

"Crackling ~~~" The

sound of tea leaves being fried by high temperature came from inside the large iron pot.

"Help me increase the fire!" Grandpa said.

Jiang Tian hurriedly stuffed a few pieces of wood under the pot, and the flames suddenly rose.

The original large pot of tea leaves gradually shrunk, and the moisture inside was fried, and then evaporated by high temperature.

Gradually, the rich sour taste lessened, replaced by the aroma of tea, and may be the reason for the decrease in moisture, the color of the tea leaves is more emerald green, looking particularly bright.

Grandpa estimated that the fire was almost the same, holding the bamboo grate, all the tea leaves in the pot were on it, and after drying for a while, he began to knead the tea leaves, and he could see that a lot of moisture on the bamboo grate was kneaded out, and the aroma of tea was also emitted by the way, and the whole yard was scattered.

Rhubarb wagged his tail next to him, thinking that this was something very delicious, and especially wanted to taste it, but accidentally, when his grandfather was kneading, a few tea leaves fell, and Rhubarb quickly went to eat it.

It's hot, but it doesn't smell good, it's still bitter.

Smelling incense, eating unpalatable, the spirit of rhubarb suddenly withered, bored lying next to it, looking at the iron pot from time to time, imagining that it was an iron pot stewed goose.

After kneading, Grandpa put the tea leaves into the pot again for a second finish.

After a few times, you can see that the tea leaves have become very small.

During this period of roasting tea, Jiang Tian faithfully became a small worker who added firewood, and was only responsible for adding firewood next to him.

After finishing his work, Grandpa put the tea leaves on a clean bamboo grate to dry.

"Phew, fortunately, I was a little more skilled when I fried tea last time, otherwise it would have been really difficult." Grandpa exhaled, and the backs of his palms were all hot red.

"One more pot, go ahead!"

"Do you want to take a break first?"

"No need, finish it early."

Grandpa started the step of stir-frying tea again.

They picked a lot of tea leaves, but after these two roasts, there was a little left in a plastic bag, and when they went to town, they could buy a tea jar and put it in.

To briefly summarize the stir-fried tea, it is to stir-fry a large pot of tea leaves into a pot of tea leaves, and then stir-fry into a bowl of tea leaves.

Tea drinkers look simple, but stir-frying tea consumes a lot of effort, and it is no wonder that machines are now used to stir-fry a large amount of tea, which is convenient and fast and saves time.

By noon, the fried tea was almost dry, Jiang Tian had already boiled the water, pinched a small handful of tea leaves into the cup, poured hot water, the scalding water scalded originally curled tea leaves quickly stretched, and at the same time there was a tea aroma wafting out.

After the hot water cooled a little, Jiang Tian drank it, the taste was very good, and there was a process of returning to sweetness after drinking it.

"Not bad!" Grandpa commented, not in vain his efforts.

The two of them sat in the bamboo shed, drinking tea and looking at the flowers around them, this life is really flavorful.

Soon, though, the quiet atmosphere was broken.

The big bull ran in from outside.

"Uncle Ming, has your family lost money?"

"Ah, what do you mean?" Grandpa hurriedly asked.

The big cow urn said angrily: "There are many people in the village who have lost money, saying that they were stolen by thieves, and I want to come and ask if your family has been stolen."

Grandpa quickly ran to the house, and soon came out again, "No, the money is still there, whose money was stolen?"

"A lot, the big guys are on the village committee's side."

"Okay, I'll take a look too!"