Let you go home and raise chickens, what the hell is this confinement center?

Chapter 222 This is the human touch found only in the village
"Pooh!"

Lin Feng immediately spat the remaining fruit pulp in his mouth onto a pile of dead leaves not far away.

Then he covered his cheeks in silence.

With just one bite, his mouth began to water with saliva.

Is it citric acid?

acid!
But the sourness of this dragon fruit is almost the same as that of lemon.

"Hahahaha!"

The third brother looked at Lin Feng's reaction and laughed while holding his stomach.

"You know it's sour, right?"

He washed a Gala apple for Lin Feng, handed it to him, and said, "Eat this and press it."

"The Gala we grow at home tastes good too."

"It's just not resistant to release. It will be gone in a few days."

"Many people don't like to eat that kind of noodles, and I don't grow much."

Lin Feng took the Gala apple but didn't eat it. Instead, he smelled the Longfeng fruit.

Sure enough, the fruity aroma was very strong and the flesh was quite thick.

If you leave it on the tree for a few more days, the moisture in the pulp will be reduced and it should be better to use.

The three saw Lin Feng's expression and asked, "You are not really optimistic about it, are you?"

Lin Feng nodded. He couldn’t resist this fruity scent.

It doesn't matter if it's sour, just add plenty of sugar to bring the taste back.

Not every apple has such a rich fruity aroma.

"Third brother, pick out the ones that are ripe and give them to me. I will take them back and try them."

"Besides, I don't want Gala anymore."

"Hanfu and 123, give me kilograms each."

"When the time comes, just pick one for me, Third Brother."

When the third brother heard this number, he was shocked.

He opened his mouth and asked, "Why did you buy so many apples by yourself?"

Lin Feng is the only one in his family. It’s not certain whether he will spend the New Year here or not. Why would he buy 600 kilograms of apples?

"Eat part of it, and make the other part into jam or something."

"Don't worry, Third Brother, it won't be wasted."

Lin Feng took a bite of the Gala apple and compared it with the Longfeng fruit just now, it was really sweet.

"Okay then. When the tree is down, I'll deliver it to you personally."

The third brother didn't invite anyone else to come over. He personally went around the Longfeng fruit trees and picked fruits for Lin Feng.

When Lin Feng wanted to give him money, the third brother glared at him and said:

"This fruit has served the purpose of fumigating the house in previous years."

"Bugs don't like to eat it, but you like to eat it, so just take it."

"What's the point of arguing with Third Brother? I ordered 600 kilograms of apples from my house. What's wrong with giving you two Longfeng fruits?"

Lin Feng waved his hand and said, "Third brother, that's not the case. If you don't take the money now, I'll be embarrassed to come if I want to buy the rest."

I don't know when the third sister-in-law came out of the house.

Seeing the two brothers arguing, he said, "Old Three, you are an honest man, and so is Xiaolin."

"If you really don't want to charge me, I'll be too embarrassed to come next time if I want to."

"We'll just charge Xiaolin two bucks as a token of our appreciation, and if he really uses it, we'll sell it to him at the same price."

"Well, sister-in-law is the boss. I'll charge you one yuan per pound. If we buy ten pounds, I'll give you one pound for free. What do you think?"

When Lin Feng heard the price, he quickly refused and said:
"Sister-in-law, this is too cheap, how can it be one yuan per kilogram?"

The third brother’s family’s Hanfu, everyone rushed to buy it at ten yuan for three pounds.

Even the cheapest Gala costs two dollars and fifty cents.

Although he didn't know the price of Longfeng fruit in the market.

But even if it is from the place of origin, how could it be possible to be less than 3 yuan?

No matter how sour the Longfeng fruit from my third brother’s house is, it can’t be sold so cheaply.

The third brother looked at his wife, then looked at Lin Feng, nodded and said:

"Yes, I heard you have some left." "If you really want to give more, then Third Brother can't sell you."

"No one usually eats such sour fruit."

"If we sell it too expensive, won't the villagers stab us in the back?"

In the end, there was really no other way, Lin Feng could only say:
"Then wait until I figure out how to eat it, and then send it over for my sister-in-law to try."

When I left, I carried a big bag of Longfeng fruit, which only cost me a dozen yuan.

For 100 kilograms of apples, the third brother only asked for a deposit of yuan.

Lin Feng felt warm in his heart as he watched his third brother and his sister-in-law coming out of the orchard gate to see him off.

He chose to return to the village because he missed the human touch.

Although big cities are prosperous, busy and full of opportunities.

But at the same time, this kind of interpersonal communication has become much less common.

Even if there is, it is inevitably utilitarian.

On the way home, he once again passed by the sorghum field that he had long had his eyes on.

He remembered that it seemed to be grown by Uncle Li in the village.

He also bought yellow apricots from Aunt Li's house and made dried apricots.

However, he had never met anyone in the fields before, and he was too embarrassed to go to their homes to ask.

What if it’s not, how embarrassing would that be?
Who would have known that today Uncle Li was also busy in the fields.

Lin Feng called him loudly: "Uncle Li, Uncle Li. I am Lin Feng."

After a while, an old man, who was a little hunched over but still had strong steps, came out from the sorghum field.

"Xiao Lin, what's the matter?"

Uncle Li patted the grass leaves stuck on his body, looked at Lin Feng and asked with a smile.

He knew this young man, who was a good cook, and even bought some apricots from him.

It is said that he is good at farming and is a down-to-earth person.

Lin Feng asked: "Uncle, is this sorghum rice glutinous?"

"Hey! It's sticky. It's delicious when steamed with rice."

Uncle Li nodded and looked at Lin Feng, not understanding what being subtle meant.

He asked directly: "Do you want to buy it?"

Lin Feng nodded decisively and said, "I want to buy it. Can you sell me some when you collect it?"

"Five hundred kilograms, can your family spare that?"

He wanted to use it to make wine.

Since you have decided to go through the trouble, then there is definitely no point in gaining eight or ten kilograms.

Although sorghum rice is now only accepted by a few people as a kind of coarse grain, there are still many delicious things that can be made from it.

Even if he can't use up all the wine, he can still do other things.

Anyway, it's a long winter in Northeast China, so he has plenty of time to mess around.

"Five hundred pounds?"

Old man Li paused. He felt that his ears were not working well.

So, I asked again:
"Xiao Lin, do you really want 500 kilograms?"

Lin Feng nodded.

"So, have you ordered it? If not, can you sell me 500 kilograms?"

he asked again.

Just now, he pulled down a sorghum ear and looked at it carefully.

Uncle Li is indeed an old farmer who has been farming for a lifetime. The grains of glutinous sorghum he grows are plump.

Even if he is an outsider, he can see that it is very good.

Moreover, he also knew that the old man's favorite thing to use was farmyard manure and he never used any pesticides indiscriminately.

This kind of sorghum is safer to use.

He was now afraid that such good sorghum had all been given away.

If that were the case, there would be no way to make wine.

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(End of this chapter)