portable space

I don’t know when the heavy fog receded, and the next morning it was sunny again, cloudless, and the sky beside the mountain looked even more blue and pure.

However, although the weather is sunny, we can no longer just wear short sleeves in the morning like we do in summer, especially children.

"Dad, what should I do if I wear a coat and it gets hot at noon?" Although Yaya didn't object to her father adding more clothes to her, she was still afraid of the heat.

Zhang Taiping patted her schoolbag and said, "If it gets too hot at noon, just take off your coat and stuff it into your schoolbag."

"Yeah!" The little girl nodded happily.

On the way back from school, Zhang Taiping did not ride his bicycle directly back home. Instead, he stopped at the edge of the cornfield at the head of the village and found his own cornfield. Zhang Taiping did not pass by these most common grain seeds.

Special processing, so the ears of corn that grow out are no different from those from other plants.

I found a cob with a blackened beard and peeled it open. The corn kernels inside were like rows of neatly arranged pearls. I pinched it with my nails, and milky white juice overflowed, giving off a unique fragrance of corn.

Spread out.

"This level of corn is just right for cooking and eating," Zhang Taiping said to himself.

There was no congratulatory bag on his hand, but that didn't stop him. He simply uprooted the entire corn stalk with a gentle force. The ground in the morning seemed a little loose after a night of mist.

A big handful of soil.

There were a lot of people at home, so I just pulled out twenty plants, all with strong sticks. If you can't finish them all when you go home, you can give some to Mr. Li and Mr. Tang.

"Is it you, Marshal?" Wang Bajin's voice came from outside the field. "I just saw the grain pole shaking. I thought it was the wild boar causing trouble in the field again."

Zhang Taiping said with a smile: "At this time of year, the sweetness of the corn is at its strongest, and it is most loved by wild boars. It is estimated that those guys are about to go down the mountain, but the wild boars usually only appear after they have finished helping, and it is unlikely that they will go up again."

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"Will we still organize a manpower vigil this year?" Wang Bajin asked.

Zhang Taiping tied the uprooted corn stalks with a cane and tied them to the back of the motorcycle, and replied: "Of course we need to organize manpower to keep vigil, otherwise if those guys come down the mountain, they can damage several acres of land for you in one night.

No one can bear it. Let’s talk to the village chief when we get back.”

Wang Bajin helped Zhang Taiping put the grain-wrapping pole on the motorcycle, then looked into the ground and asked, "Do you still have fine grain planted in your land?"

Zhang Taiping nodded and said: "Yes. One thick row and one thin row are interplanted together."

In fact, in Zhang Taiping's land, not only two types of corn with different thicknesses are planted together, but also a kind of black corn. Although it is not black corn, the corn kernels that grow are dark purple, which is different from other golden yellow ones.

It's strange. Zhang Taiping planted a few rows on a whim at that time.

"The yield of this thin-bracted grain is not high, and the price may not be much higher than that of thick-bracted grain. What is the use of planting this?" Wang Bajin was very puzzled by this. Generally speaking, when rural people plant corn, they only leave some high-quality corn.

Except for what I eat at home, everything else is for sale, so the first thing to consider is the output.

The so-called thin corn is the kind of corn with small grains. The ears are less than one-third as thick as the thick corn. The corn kernels may not be as good as soybeans. However, one characteristic of this kind of corn is that it has high sugar content and is not affected by high temperatures.

The popped flowers are relatively large and are an excellent material for popcorn. The popcorn sold in movie theaters outside is made of this popcorn.

Naturally, Zhang Taiping didn't expect much money from this, so he said with a smile: "It's a novelty for me to eat, and I'll use it for popcorn later."

Wang Bajin scratched his head and said: "Look, you have three or four acres of land. If you plant one type of rice in one row, you will have more than an acre of land. It's impossible for all the thin grains to be used for popcorn, right?"

Zhang Taiping smiled and said nothing. He really planned to use all these small sprouts to make popcorn. When the incoming advertisement is finished, more people will come to the villa to play, and the popcorn will definitely become a favorite.

nice one.

When passing by the village chief's house, Zhang Taiping went in and told the village chief about preventing the scourge of wild boars.

It turned out that the old village chief was busy with the construction of hot springs. He was so busy all day that he had no time to organize this matter. He also knew that Zhang Taiping did not want to be the leader, so he called Wang Laoqiang directly.

Let him organize the vigil.

"Is there a telephone installed in Wang Laoqiang's house?" Zhang Taiping and other village chiefs asked after putting down the phone.

"An, it was just installed a few days ago, and he bought himself a mobile phone worth more than a thousand yuan. He has only made a few dollars this year, and he started spending money lavishly even before the new house was built. I told him

A few sentences, and the truths presented are the same." The old village chief said, seemingly very dissatisfied with Wang Laoqiang's big spending money.

In fact, in Zhang Taiping's opinion, buying a mobile phone is nothing. Even a middle school student's mobile phone may cost more than this. However, he cannot argue with the old village chief on this issue. There is always a difference between the older generation and the young people.

It is inevitable that there will be differences of opinion on things.

After returning home, Zhang Taiping took off the grain wrapping pole in Sui'er and placed it in front of the door. He shouted to the person inside: "Fan Ming, get a basket and come out."

When Fan Ming came out with the basket and saw the corn, he immediately said happily: "Oh, the corn is ripe? Can it be cooked and eaten?"

Zhang Taiping nodded and said, "You can cook it and eat it. It will be cooked at noon."

Fan Ming broke off the ears of corn and put them in the basket, but he had to open a slit and pinch each one to test the tenderness of the kernels.

"Ah! Is this corn broken? Why is it purple?" Fan Ming asked in surprise.

When Zhang Taiping pulled it up, he just picked out some thick ears and didn't pay attention to whether there were black corns inside. He smiled and replied: "It's not broken, it was born with that color."

"Isn't corn all yellow? Why is there purple?" Fan Ming was puzzled.

"Golden yellow is the most common and has the best yield, so most people plant yellow corn, but that doesn't mean there aren't corn kernels of other colors, it's just that they are rare."

"It's really strange." Fan Ming said in amazement. After looking at all the ears of corn, he found two and said, "One of these two will be me."

Zhang Taiping smiled and shook his head. In fact, the black corn has a novel color, but the taste may not be better than the yellow corn. He said: "Don't forget to give some to Xiao Yu'er and Mr. Li."

"Got it."

Before cooking, I used a large pot of hot water to boil the corn. When it came out of the pot, the aroma immediately overflowed and could be smelled even in the yard. Wukong who was outside jumped into the house with a whoosh, like

Reach out and take it from the basin.

Zhang Taiping tapped its hand with chopsticks and said: "It's too hot. It's not too late to pierce it with chopsticks later and then eat it."

After finishing speaking, I put a chopstick on each one, so that I can avoid taking it directly with my hands and not worry about burning it.

He wanted to hand a purple-red one to Wukong, but who would have thought that this guy saw that the color given to him was different from most of the colors in the basin. He shook his head and didn't want it, but pointed at a golden one.

"Are you still picky?" Zhang Taiping cursed with a smile and handed the purple one to Fan Ming.

Only then did Wukong snatch the other purple piece into his hand with a loud noise, and ran out with a smile on his face.

Yaya said unhappily at the side: "That was originally mine, but Wukong took it away."

Zhang Taiping handed her a pearl-colored one and said, "Eat this one, that one is just a nice color, but not as delicious as this one."

We had pulled noodles for lunch, and the water used to boil the corn could be used to cook the noodles. Zhang Taiping washed the hands and started making them himself.

The salted noodles have been lying flat for a long time, and now is the right time to pull them. Zhang Taiping has a long arm and can pull the noodles into a shape similar to that of rolling it, making it thin and long.

Shen Qingfeng was not here at noon today, so he directly called Zhang Xiuxiu and Xiao Yu'er over to have dinner together. Zhang Xiuxiu was too embarrassed to eat ready-made food, so she insisted on going into the kitchen to help. She was really surprised to see Zhang Taiping's skill at making noodles.

In her impression, a big man like Zhang Taiping must always keep his word at home... How should I put it, he is the kind of person who only opens his mouth when he has clothes on his hands, and he will never help with cooking or housework.

However, the reality was completely opposite to her imagination. Not only could this person know how to cook, but he was also willing to cook. This noodle dish was truly extraordinary.

The other girls who helped in the kitchen were not surprised at all. They had already seen Zhang Taiping's cooking skills, and the fish and eel he cooked were absolutely top-notch. It seemed natural that they could make such extraordinary noodles.

There was definitely not enough noodles for everyone in one pot, so Zhang Taiping kept pulling noodles until he was the last one to serve it. Cai Yazhi directly prepared a smaller basin for her, scooped out half of the basin of noodles, and then Topped with tomato, egg and chopped green onion juice, it really whets your appetite.

After eating, he felt slightly stretched out and lay on top of himself, not wanting to move. As for washing dishes and washing pots, it was women's business. Although he was somewhat interested in cooking, he hated washing dishes and washing pots.

After taking a short rest and sending Yaya to school, we went up the mountain with this shovel. The wooden house had been built, but the bamboo building was still missing. At that time, there was mainly no bamboo available, but now a large arm has grown in the space. Some of the bamboos here are even thick-legged, which is enough to build bamboo buildings. Now go to the mountain to choose a location, and after the autumn harvest, you can find someone to start the work.

The little kids went to school, and Ye Ling rode away their bicycles. Wukong was bored alone in the yard. When he saw Zhang Taiping preparing to go to the mountain, he immediately followed him.

But after taking two steps, he seemed to remember something again. He rolled his eyes and quickly returned to the house. When he came out again, he already had the toy bow and arrow Zhang Taiping made for him in his hand, and he also carried a few more on his back. The unique wooden arrows are quite reminiscent of hunting in the mountains.

Zhang Taiping couldn't help but laugh when he saw Wukong's appearance. He wondered how shocking it would be if Wukong looked like this in a busy city.

Zhang Taiping was exploring the terrain to find a suitable location for building a building, while Wukong took the space and tinkered in the grass nearby.

It really made it rush out of the fat gray rabbit and jumped three feet high. Wukong squeaked excitedly, and then the arrow on the bow shot out.

The result can be imagined. With Wukong's archery skills, there is naturally a huge difference. There is not even a rabbit hair.

Wukong knew that he could not catch up with the rabbit, so he barked at Zhang Taiping twice.

Zhang Taiping looked at a few ups and downs before disappearing into the grass. The gray rabbit shook his head. Today, Ghostface, Huang, and the others didn't catch up, and he had no interest in chasing, so he had no choice but to let the rabbit run for his life.

Seeing that Zhang Taiping ignored him, Wukong had no choice. He shouted twice unwillingly, picked up the wooden arrow he shot, put it on his bow, and kicked it in the grass again. He was more on guard than before, hoping to rush out again.

A rabbit was shot by himself.

However, his expectations were doomed to be in vain. He did not meet a rabbit or pheasant or other small animals throughout the afternoon.

Before the sun went down, Zhang Taiping had chosen the location. They were all places that were convenient for drainage and lighting and were well-proportioned with the wooden houses. When the bamboo buildings were built, they would complement the wooden houses, not only looking monotonous but also adding charm to each other.

Yaya has been picked up by Xing Rushui and is sitting with Xiao Yuer and the others eating watermelon.

Seeing Zhang Taiping coming back from the mountain, Zhang Xiuxiu spit out the innermost watermelon seeds and caught them with her hands and asked: "What kind of watermelon is in your backyard? Why hasn't it been taken off the shelves at this time? It's still so sweet.

Just like the new ones."

There is a saying that "I don't know the true face of Mount Lu, I just live in this mountain." Everyone lives in the courtyard and sees the scenery in the backyard every day. They don't feel any difference or novelty. But Zhang Xiuxiu is an outsider, and suddenly

When I saw that the scenery in the backyard was still the same as in midsummer, I immediately noticed the difference.

When Zhang Xiuxiu said this, other people in the yard also felt strange. The scenery in the backyard had not changed since summer. Now that summer has passed, it is still lush. What is even more surprising is that the watermelon on the shelf was originally

It blooms and bears fruit earlier than other watermelons. Other watermelons have been taken off the shelves, but the watermelon vines in the backyard are still blooming like melon eggs, and there are no signs of withering.

Zhang Taiping naturally knows the reason for this. Every once in a while, he will water the plants in the backyard with some space spring water to keep the plants alive.

Zhang Xiuxiu's words woke up other people in the family, and also woke up Zhang Taiping. There is a saying that goes too far, and it refers to this situation. It is always bad to be too natural, and it is easy to make people doubt. I thought it was time to let go

The plants in the backyard have returned to their natural trajectory. Zhang Taiping doesn't know what kind of changes the space spring water will have on these plants after watering them for such a long time. He can only wait and see the changes over time.

"It may be that the watermelon variety is newly developed, or it may be that the climate inside the garden is warmer than outside or the land is fertile, suitable for the growth of plants. It may be different after a while when the temperature drops," said Zhang Taiping.

explained to.

If you think about it, you can only think like this. Everyone walked around and admired it. This garden is really a Feng Shui treasure land. Whatever you plant grows, everything from watermelons to grapes to strawberries is the best.

ps; please give me flowers!