My 1995 Small Farm

At that time, Zhao Tianba came over to film Wu Song fighting the tiger. They talked about this while watching the tiger sleep outside at night.

 At first, we talked about the Global Qigong Research Conference held in the United States.

 Many Chinese from home and abroad went there.

 Then the matter of Li Lianjie was mentioned.

"Oh? That young man looks quite decent, and his martial arts skills are also very good. Last year, the movie "Shaolin Temple" was shown several times in the village."

Wang Cunye became interested immediately after he knew who they were talking about.

“Aren’t you from Hong Kong Island? Do you know the monks from Shaolin Temple?”

“Dad, that guy is either a monk or a TV actor, just like a singer, he knows kung fu... Qiuguan and the others are also actors, and they are from the same circle, so they all know each other.” Chen Ling explained.

“Oh, that’s right, maybe something went wrong while practicing martial arts.”

"not sure."

Zheng Shaoqiu shook his head and said with a slight smile: "There are many injuries on their martial arts actors. It's hard to say where they were injured."

Yu Qian said: "I can still understand the way the goddess in Fugui's village treats diseases. At least they use medicine. What you are saying is too mysterious, Qiuguan. Can the disease be cured by touching the chest and back? Then? She’s not a goddess anymore, she’s a god!”

"Who knows? Anyway, I heard that this person was listed as a special talent by the country and was recruited to the mysterious department..."

Xu Yingguang, the thin, dark man who said he was from a mixed club, said: "Although I don't know whether it's true or not, I've looked for him several times and couldn't find anyone. It's a pity."

As he spoke, he turned his head and hooked Chen Ling's shoulder, and sighed: "It's a pity that the goddess in your village can't cure this kind of injury."

The father-in-law also turned to Chen Ling and said, "Lingzi, have you heard that your fourth grandfather told you about the old Taoist priests of Donggang Xiaomiao? I think those Taoist priests are much better than the monks. Their bodies never get sick, and they can even do it in heavy snow." Running all over the mountain, I heard that the swordsmen, horsemen and thieves at that time did not dare to mess with him. "

 This refers to those Taoist priests who can climb into a house with a single jump and break iron wires.

I used to live on a hill to the east of the reservoir, not far from the old city wall. I farmed a few acres of farmland in a nearby village to make a living, and I would also treat local folks for free.

"Ah? Is there such a Taoist priest? It sounds like he is really capable. Can we go and visit him?" Xu Yingguang was very moved, and there were many hidden wounds left on his body.

Similar to those who practice martial arts, or action actors in fighting scenes, sometimes they are not sure where they will be injured.

This kind of injury is difficult to treat. Superficial healing is not a real recovery. Most of the time, the root cause of the disease will be lost. Cloudy and rainy days are extremely uncomfortable.

  Sometimes, even if the wound is treated cleanly, when the season changes or the weather is bad, the affected area will become swollen, stuffy, and have a dull pain that persists for a lifetime.

 Such an injury, to put it more mysteriously, requires the assistance of some unique secret medicine to cure it.

 In traditional martial arts, this is what the so-called "teaching martial arts but not medicine" means.

 So Xu Yingguang placed his hope on such people.

 Especially the example of Jet Li.

“It’s long gone. That was before the founding of the People’s Republic of China. Even the Taoist temples were bulldozed.”

Chen Ling shook his head.

 “Huh? No more?”

Xu Yingguang suddenly became very disappointed, and the others were also a little disappointed.

 Chen Ling didn't know why they were disappointed.

Hunted them to move the hanging pot to the wooden building and eat the grilled fish pot in the middle hall of the wooden building.

These Hong Kong Islanders are either veteran celebrities or elites from all walks of life. The difference between them and Mr. Wu is that they are not that interested in some of the things they raise at home.

　　It is novel and novel, and I like it very much. I want to tease dogs and pet cows and muntjacs, but I have no interest in raising them myself.

 And Mr. Wu and the others really want to start raising them.

However, the two groups of people are very similar when it comes to food, and they are equally enthusiastic when encountering delicious food.

When Chen Ling invited them to grill fish together with pine branches.

 Some people were very surprised and pleasantly surprised: "I didn't expect you, Xiao Chen, to treat us to such a good meal. It makes our little family angry."

 Speaking, he quickly said that he would increase the donation to the village.

"Hey, don't say that, let Xiao Chen misunderstand. I don't have the cares and worries like you. If I come across such a good thing, I will eat it no matter how much I spend. At worst, I will become a hostage."

Xu Yingguang immediately retorted. He really thought so. If he didn’t have enough money, he would just ask his family to pay for it.

 “Boss, don’t take hostages at every turn, it’s very scary.” Cen Yulian said.

“But yes, after I came here and thought about it before, I really felt that my mind was suddenly opened up a lot. I used to feel that I was very proud of how much money I spent in a day, and I was very proud of how much I lost in a night of playing cards without blinking...

 But when I came here, I found that this feeling of opening up from the inside out is very different.

It seems that I was really too petty in the past. "

 They were talking about feelings.

People are like this. Once they have money and their living standards are far beyond the subsistence line, they begin to pursue the meaning of life.

 In fact, in the final analysis, the pace of life in Hong Kong Island is faster at this time. High-rise buildings are one after another, and the urban space is being compressed smaller and smaller.

 Chen Ling once had such an experience.

 Hand did not interrupt at this time.

I was grilling fish with Yu Qian and Chen Baoshuan, chatting about everything.

 As to who these people are, Chen Baoshuan has never heard of any of them and has no idea at all.

 All I know is that he is from Hong Kong Island, rich and awesome.

 But when he came to challenge Chen Ling, and Fugui was even more awesome, it was over.

 On the contrary, he is very normal.

 Just saying that the people in Taoshugou are far worse than the people in Kinmen Village.

　　Even though the two small villages are so close together.

Everyone on the other side of Taoshugou is so inhumane.

It is said that Taoshugou recently had a daughter marrying two husbands. If his aunt's affairs were not so evil, this matter would have spread long ago.

Yu Qi’an was very excited after hearing this.

 Urged Chen Baoshuan to speak carefully.

The father-in-law held two pieces of roasted sturgeon meat: "Lingzi, will you eat this fish after it is roasted?"

 Chen Ling put away her ears for gossip and took it: "It's edible, but the sturgeon bones don't taste good. They have to be stewed in a hanging pot for a while. I'll do it."

 It is said that high-end ingredients often only require the simplest cooking methods.

Needless to say, the sturgeon raised in Dongtian is also a rare high-end ingredient.

 The meat is delicious and tastes good. It is easy to cook and can be eaten after roasting and sprinkled with salt. It is also delicious. But what makes sturgeon different from other fish is that its bones are edible.

 The bones are soft and have no small spines. After the cartilage is tasted, it is quite delicious.

 Otherwise, we wouldn’t be talking about shark fins and sturgeon bones.

 Eating only meat will waste these big sturgeon bones.

“It’s delicious. It’s so delicious. Boss Xiao Chen. This way of eating is so unique. You came up with it too.”

After the stew was cooked in the hanging pot, Zheng Shaoqiu and others were full of praise: "This is the first time we know that fish skin and fish bones can be so delicious."

After praising it, I asked if I could also make instant noodles with this taste. It’s so delicious.

Chen Ling smiled and said that he couldn't make the decision.

 Besides, when this fish meat is made into seasoning packets, it is too narrow for a narrow range of people.

 It can be said to be narrower than seafood noodles.

 After all, no matter how delicious the fish is, the fishy smell will become stronger and stronger after it is cooked again.

 Let’s not talk about instant noodles, canning them is almost boring too.

 As I said before, when sturgeon is canned, the taste will not match the price when it becomes a canned product.

 Your efforts are in vain in the end.

 …

 It turned sunny the next day.

 Chen Ling was not interested in the badger, so when he sent Wang Zhenzhen off, he took him to the forest farm in the east of the city and let him go early in the morning.

The reason why they were not released directly into the nearby mountains was because Chen Baoshuan and the others caught it when they were digging graves. They released it into the mountains and dug holes in the village graveyard, which would cause serious harm to people.

 After returning to the village, he continued to work on building a greenhouse in the east of the village.

 Yesterday Mr. Wu and his friends were guests at home.

 Zheng Shaoqiu and others had dinner at home at noon.

 They all feel that they are more familiar and closer to Chen Ling.

 We all came early today.

Zheng Shaoqiu and the others couldn't help, so they moved a table and bench here. While helping them make some jujube tea, they wrote letters for Chen Ling on the table.

 The letter he wrote was naturally an invitation letter to the 100-day banquet of Chen Ling's two children.

 Actually, I started writing it yesterday afternoon.

 At first, after Yu Qian'an mentioned it, Chen Ling remembered that he had to set a date as soon as possible.

It happened to be raining, so I called Grandpa Si and Uncle Sangui from the village and picked a good day.

 Then I started writing letters to my friends.

 This kind of thing needs to be notified in advance.

 Both the more intimate letters and phone calls must be notified in place.

Normally I didn’t feel much, but when it came time to write a letter, Chen Ling found that he had quite a lot of friends now.

　　Writing such a more formal letter is quite tiring.

 Then Zheng Shaoqiu and others volunteered to write, and most of them were good at writing.

Even brother Yingguang, who is in the mixed club, has beautiful traditional Chinese characters.

These traditional Chinese characters do look different when you hold them out.

 Chen Ling had to say "slutty" after seeing it.

I was very satisfied no matter what I saw, so I simply wrote to them all, signed my name at the end, and then sent it to a group.

 Then Mr. Wu and others joined in today.

˜˜ is also a very neat and elegant traditional Chinese character with its own charm.

Helping Chen Ling write letters.

 They also wrote their own letters along the way.

Especially Zheng Shaoqiu and the others, they had a great time eating and having fun at Chen Ling's house yesterday afternoon, and even took a lot of photos together.

 After writing the letter, develop the photos and send them back together for family and friends to see.

 What a good thing.

 They wrote letters, made tea, and chatted, which was still a bit comfortable.

 Compared with them, teachers like He Jiawen are very energetic at their work.

If they had not donated money to the village, they would also have helped the village solve the problem of building a temple.

I'm afraid the folks in the village will still murmur at them when they see it.

When He Jiawen came over to drink water, he also joked like this: "Mr. Wu, if you want to take good care of your body, you have to move your muscles and bones and do some work. Look at how good our bodies are. We work here in the morning and still work in the afternoon." I'm going to the mountains.

 This is much more effective than asking Sister-in-law Xiufen in the village. "

"Oh, I can't do it, I can't do it." Mr. Wu waved his hands with a smile: "After how many years of not working, I have already become weak. When I get better, I can come back to help the village harvest wheat next year."

 Actually, we really don’t need them here, and forcing them to help is a disservice.

“Well, it’s so difficult to take good care of your body. When our teacher Li first came here, he was out of breath when he climbed a hill. Look, now he can even carry a bamboo pole.”

He Jiawen pointed to the female teacher next to him who had darkened several degrees.

Teacher Li was sipping tea, wiping his mouth and smiling at this side: "Come on, Mr. Wu, you can do it too."

"Oh? How did you do it, and it worked so quickly? I heard from Qi'an that it hasn't been long since you've been in the village."

 Old Wu asked curiously.

"Hahaha, yes, Teacher Li really hasn't been here for long. I've been here twice. The first time I came, I couldn't do much better than Teacher Li. I heard it all from the mouth of the old man here. It’s a recipe to strengthen your body and bones.”

He Jiawen slapped his chest loudly: "Look at us, we are in great shape. If we didn't tell you, would you have known that we are university teachers?"

“Oh, you little He, stop talking about other things and tell me how to take good care of your body.”

Mr. Wu put down his pen and paper and asked anxiously.

He Jiawen immediately nodded with a smile: "Okay, but I have to make a condition for Mr. Wu. Next time you bring me two books from your Taipei library, I will tell you, otherwise you can go to the village and ask yourself. I'm sure you won't be able to ask." Come out." (End of chapter)