Those years of farming in the mountains

Chapter 231 'Tofu'

A few steps forward, a few tits fell on the side.

Sleep soundly.

The mist is hazy, and the vermilion is fluttering.After looking forward, some insects can be seen crawling on the ground as well.As if falling into a deep dream, only the cries from the distant mountains and forests remain in the solitude.

Chen Yu's eyes fluctuated, hallucinogenic?Or simply lethargic?
The flower mist in front of him was driven away, and a path was formed as he stepped forward.For the sake of caution, when seeing these vermilion pink clouds, they are covered with a layer of silver, and outside the entangled spiritual power, there are still clouds of mana that can be used at any time.

Submerged in the flower mist released by Hanlan, he carefully felt the floating mist around his body, and when he went deep into the spirit, he found that it was grains of things in the shape of thorn balls.

pollen?

It is very small, but it is not affected by the wind when it gathers at the top of the mountain at this moment. Everything seems to be stagnant. The autumn wind that blows past shuttles away from the mist, not taking away half a piece. not far away.

I reached out to gather a small group, tried to sense it, but found no spiritual attachment, as if these fogs were just an illusion, not a real thing.

But obviously, no matter whether it is psychedelic or otherwise, he can freely go in and out of activities without being affected.

His eyes fell on the gray sparrow who fell against the rock.

The breathing is weak, and the heartbeat seems to be silent, but if you look closely, your life is worry-free, and your vitality is maintained normally.

Chen Yu looked around, and under the surge of mana, all the pollen-like mist was gathered together and turned into a mass of 'cinnabar' the size of a human head, suspended not far above his head.

The next moment, his eyes were fixed.

Wisps of thin red seemed to appear out of thin air, swimming and drilling out from the empty place, collapsing and spreading.

Gradually, it was covered, and soon there was another layer of vermilion mist in front of him, but it was not as thick as before, but it was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He lowered his eyebrows and pondered for a moment, then came to Han Lan.

Coquettish, this is Chen Yu's first feeling.

You don’t notice it from a distance, but it’s only when you get closer that you can see the vermilion sand marks overflowing with shallow green, which outlines the leaf veins, and holds the long pole on it, embellished with a touch of bright red.

The fragrance of flowers is rich and strong, not as strong and pungent as imagined, but quite elegant.

Breathing into his nostrils, Chen Yu, who let go of the restriction, could feel a strange power decomposing and releasing from the fragrance of flowers, which was indeed hallucinogenic.Having experienced something, he finally affirmed it.But the effect is a bit too weak, and it can't even be shaken, even if it is not deliberately suppressed with mental power.

"Ordinary people will stumble if they set foot here."

After feeling it for a while, he judged in his heart that pollen can cause hallucinations, but it does not directly affect the mind, but is based on stimulating the nerves, thereby affecting the brain.

Practitioners with spiritual power, or ordinary people with a strong enough will can suppress it and get rid of the abnormality.

Of course, the premise is not to smoke too much powder.

"It doesn't feel very useful..."

That's not right, Chen Yu's thoughts turned, watching the mutated Han Lan gradually have some new ideas.

The Fengshu Secret Mountain Formation has not yet been perfected, and is still at the level of a half-finished product, but this gap can be arranged with the help of the hallucinogenic cold orchid in front of it.

"First transplant it around the Taoist temple and see the effect."

This mutation seems to be related to the flowering period, and it did not ripen and shed fruit instantly, nor did the orchid wither and die immediately like a flash in the pan when it bloomed.

It didn't take much time to transplant the Yuanchun Hanlan. After Chen Yu finished it, he harvested the bitter millet next to the Hanlan, broke it off two inches from the bottom of the ear, and filled half a basket with about ten catties.

Bitter millet is different from cold orchid in that it can be eaten.

In the courtyard, he picked a grain between his fingers, the blue light circulated for a moment, and the husk of the corn peeled off quietly.

Raw?After sniffing, he gave up this plan.

I don't know whether it's because of the improvement of the five senses or the strong smell, but the grain in front of me is somewhat bitter.

As usual, brother chicken first... Cough cough, since brother chicken is suffering from serious illness and mental illness is still there, so this time he chose black fish and a chick.

The hen should keep the eggs, otherwise it will be bad.

In front of the tank, Hei Si looked at Chen Yu who was coming forward, glanced lazily, his fish eyes were crooked, and spitting mixed with muddy saliva was blocked by a blue light.

Seeing this, without any hesitation, he turned around and peeled off a few more grains and fed them to the black fellow.

Baji baji, black fish will not refuse.

Looking at it, the light cluster of consciousness under the reflection of the spirit seems to have grown a little bit, which is probably the reason why every night devours the moonlight.

It's just too chaotic, and the almost instinctive absorption is no match for Chen Yu's daily breathing.

He turned his head and chose another chick with a strong body. It was not too small. Although it couldn't match the physique of the chicken brother, it was also out of the level of a weak chicken.

Among the ten chicks, this one was the biggest.

Seeing the little guy full of energy in the chicken coop, he looked at brother chicken with a smile in his eyes.

There is a chicken in succession, brother chicken.

……

The verification of Bitter Millet soon yielded results.

This kind of black and yellow corn tastes ordinary, with a strong bitter taste, no wonder it is named as bitter millet.

Through the observation of black fish and chickens, Chen Yu found that the effect of bitter millet seems to be somewhat similar to Hanlan in some respects, helping sleep and making the receptor drowsy.

There are only some differences in strength and effectiveness.

Bitter millet is milder and has no side effects, and it can also have a soothing effect on Chen Yu.

"Just eat more at a time, otherwise the effect will not be reflected."

But in comparison, Qiudao Mai, who is also a spiritual plant, is more useful in improving the five senses.

Of course, that's not what he cares about.

The greater use of bitter millet is that this kind of corn will become soft after soaking, and the bitter taste will be greatly reduced after a little grinding of the powder.

"Soft, bouncy, tender..."

The familiar taste reminded Chen Yu of the tofu in his previous life. With the thought together, various tofu recipes emerged one after another.

Having said that, is tofu authentic without soybeans or brine?
……

Leaving aside whether it is authentic or not, Chen Yu worked hard for a long time, and managed to make one catty out of ten catties of bitter millet.

The dark, oily jelly-like ooze was lying on the pottery plate, and some well water was splashed around it, and a faint warm smell came to the nostrils—with a bitter taste.

Can't get rid of it.

He stroked his chin, and looked up and down in front of this bitter millet version of 'tofu'.

The bitter taste is always there and cannot be avoided, which has a great impact on the taste.

How about going through the water a few more times, Chen Yu thought, and then tried.The result is still unsatisfactory, and the bitterness seems to settle in every part of the bitter millet, which cannot be removed.

After several trips, the making of tofu had to be put aside.Can't grind any more because raw material is exhausted.

Bitter millet is not planted much, and this batch dies quickly after maturity, and the seeds are not spiritual seeds, so they cannot grow again.

"December is coming to an end, and there shouldn't be many bitter millets left."

Like Yuanchun Hanlan, it grows more from October to December.As expected, he searched around the mountain and returned empty-handed.

The cold orchids are gone, and the flowering period has passed.If it is really going to be placed outside the Taoist temple, the few cold orchids in hand that may wither someday are definitely not enough.

"We'll have to see it next year."

Yuanchun cold orchids are of average quality, and the reason why they look so eye-catching now is that they have the effect of inspiration.

Therefore, there are few cultivars at the foot of the mountain, and those who really appreciate and love this dish are all wealthy people, not in the remote and poor land of Shiya.

Not to mention the bitter millet. Hundreds of years ago when the wasteland was first pioneered, some people might have planted it for food, but now it is gone. There are crops with better taste and higher yields that have appeared and replaced them.

Another day, the cuckoo called 'cuckoo', and some unheard-of cries faintly played together, resounding through the mountains and forests.

Chen Yu sat cross-legged on the big bluestone, concentrating on breathing in the morning glow.

After a long time, he opened his eyes and held one in each hand.

Ripples gradually appeared in the air, and slowly two spiritual scripts were drawn on the fingertips, shaking by themselves, as if being blown by the wind.

　In the past few days, we are working on the year-end, in the bookkeeping, 25

　　
　
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