Farmhouse Pastoral Notes

Chapter 323 Small Notes (5)

Just as Chunqiu stopped and stopped, several gray pine trees came running over beside her. Chunqiu leaned the pannier on his back under the pine tree beside him, and prepared to pick some mushrooms around the pine forest to go back.

There are many kinds of mushrooms around the pine forest, but most of them are not edible, especially the brightly colored and strong flavored mushrooms.

Chunqiu bent down, and carefully stretched out his hands to peel off the layer of pine needles attached to it. Under the pine needles were the small mushrooms. He picked some pine mushrooms and white mushrooms, and filled the basket half full.

"It's only May, so there's no use for eating pine cone chestnuts, what a pity." Chunqiu looked up at the chirping little squirrels standing on the top of the pine tree, and shook his head in pity.

Those squirrels didn't know that their food had already been worried by others.

The pine forest is very easy to walk, and if you walk a little further, you will arrive at the place where the fungus is produced. Chunqiu is carrying a basket with one hand, kicking his legs unconsciously.

"Sh... touch"

Chunqiu kicked a pine cone into the weeds beside it.

I saw the weeds flickering a few times in front of me, and then returned to calm.

Chunqiu smiled and narrowed his eyes, looked away from a distance, followed the pine cone under his feet, and kicked the weeds again.

Now, because of lack of precision, Chunqiu didn't hear the sound, and the pine cone brushed past the nearby pine trees.

"It's a pity, it's wasted." After Chunqiu finished speaking, she didn't continue the little action just now, she raised her foot and walked forward, but before she left, she accidentally glanced at the pine tree that just passed by, in vain, Chunqiu hurriedly stopped Footsteps, turned and walked towards the pine tree.

Throwing the two baskets on the ground, Chunqiu excitedly ran to the side of the pine tree and stopped, looking at the little black and spherical thing in front of him, Chunqiu burst into a smile, "It's really a truffle."

Truffles are highly valued in later generations, but in ancient times, they were just a delicious and edible mountain mushroom.

The spherical fungi under the pine tree in front of me are what Chunqiu called truffles.

It's just that because of the season, these truffles look wrinkled, as if they have lost too much water.

Chunqiu didn't care too much, after confirming the species of the other party, he hurriedly picked these truffles.

"It's good to make chicken soup with these truffles." Chunqiu felt that the few truffles in front of him were not enough, so he planned to search for the pine trees around him in a while.

Although she doesn't know why this thing grows here, maybe the conditions are right, or it's a genetic mutation, so what?Chunqiu doesn't care how this thing came about, she cares about how to eat it now.

Putting the truffles in his hand into the back basket, Chunqiu searched carefully around the surroundings. Not to mention, she really found some, but the quantity was relatively small and the quality was not very good.

Chunqiu plans to pick out the chickens with poor quality and go home to stew them. She will dry the rest and grind them into powder. She will add some to the cooking and soup, which will definitely enhance the taste and freshness.

With the unexpected harvest, Chunqiu seemed happier, and when he arrived at the fungus area, he was even more motivated to pack a lot of fungus and leave.

When Chunqiu went back, she walked along the main road when she came back. She still wanted to take a look at the place where she wrestled and picked Ganoderma lucidum. Give up and go back the same way.

When Chunqiu returned home, her father, Yang Weibo and Hu Zi, had already returned home with their hunting harvest.

This trip to the mountain was rewarding. Chunqiu first glanced at the few pheasants and hares in his yard, and then glanced at the wild deer that her father was packing up. He felt that this was a big harvest.

Yang Weibo noticed the movement outside the door, turned his head and said, "Qiu'er is back."

"Yeah." Chunqiu nodded fiercely at her father, "Father, why don't we eat pheasant at night?" Chunqiu has truffles in her basket, so she prefers truffle and pheasant soup.

"Okay, after a while, Dad will pick a fatter pheasant and kill it, and save it for our stew in the evening." Yang Weibo kept moving his hands, and with a few words in his mouth, he decided that the fattest pheasant was the best among those pheasants. The only fate.

Chunqiu got her father's reply and was very satisfied. As for her father's cutting up the venison, he probably planned to send the venison to grandma and uncle's family.

Sure enough, just after Chunqiu put down the basket in his hand, her father Yang Weibo went out with two pieces of cut venison.

When she took out all the fungus and mushrooms in the basket to dry, her father came back empty-handed, Chunqiu glanced at it, yes, all the venison was sent out.

"Qiu'er, just wait, daddy will kill the chicken for you right now." As soon as he finished speaking, Chunqiu saw her dad walking away with a smile on the fattest pheasant in the heap.

Chunqiu also speeded up the movement of his hands, put the remaining truffles that were almost in appearance into his arms, Chunqiu ran into the kitchen like a baby, and washed the truffles with fresh water, Chunqiu had a plan in mind How to stew the pheasant for a while.

Truffle and pheasant soup, the main ingredients are of course truffles and pheasant, with onion, ginger, pepper, aniseed and so on.

Taking advantage of the time when her father hadn't finished packing the pheasant, Chunqiu rummaged through all the ingredients that will be used in a while. Of course, these ingredients were all brought by Chunqiu from her grandma. But nothing.

"Qiu'er, should this pheasant be cut into pieces?"

Her father walked in with a whole pheasant that had been eviscerated.

"No need to cut it." Chunqiu took the whole pheasant from her father.

"Eh? That's not easy to stew," Yang Weibo said worriedly.

"At that time, put some ginger slices in the chicken belly, and cut two knives on the side."

It tastes good only when a whole chicken is stewed, and it falls apart when cut.

Put some sliced ​​truffles into the chicken belly. The truffles have a strong aroma, which will make the chicken taste more delicious.

In order to hold a whole chicken, Chunqiu purposely found a large iron pot to stew it, put the chicken into the water filled with seasoning, put the lid on it, and moved the iron pot to the brazier for heating and stewing.

Because pheasant chicken is not easy to stew, Chunqiu and his family did not eat this truffle and pheasant soup until the sun went down.

The rich fragrance filled the whole room, Chunqiu picked up the iron spoon, cut the stewed and rotten chicken inside into four parts, and put them in porcelain bowls respectively.

Because of the added flavor of truffle inside, the freshly baked pheasant chicken is more tender and delicious than usual, with full chewiness. The family of four, including Spring and Autumn, are full of mouthfeel, eating a whole can of chicken Light.

After Chunqiu finished eating, she went back to the house with a big belly, and fell on the bed with her head up. Chunqiu was still reminiscing about the aroma of the chicken she had eaten before. She didn't even think that truffles would play such a big role. She decided to spend a few days She must pick more truffles...

(End of this chapter)