The years when I opened a farmhouse in my hometown

"I think everyone will say, it smells so good~"

Among netizens, there will never be a lack of seekers who are good at finding the truth.

Seeing group after group of people running towards the mountain, dragging snakeskin bags, they looked so vigorous, and their running posture was also very eye-catching.

However, the parties did not feel this way.

They didn't have the consciousness of being broadcast live at all. Besides, they wanted to see the wild persimmon tree right now. Most people would not be so crazy, picking hot eyes and ruining the image.

But Shen Xiaoyun just took the picture.

Then the netizens in the live broadcast room couldn't move their eyes, exclaimed, they only felt that the world was real, and at the same time they crazily complained about the hot eyes, the anchor was too wicked.

Tourists are so positive about the wild fruits in the mountains.

A swarm of bees ran to the persimmon trees and looked up at the persimmons with red dandans on them.

This season, the persimmons are ripe. These wild persimmons in the mountains are not like the round and big persimmons sold outside, but small, each as big as a horse milk jujube, long and oval. shape.

Some ripe persimmons have turned red, just like those tomatoes.

There are also some, which change from green to yellow, and the colors also alternate.

The branches of the persimmon trees in front of me are thin and thin, and the bark is very slippery, as if wrapped in a layer of iron sheet. Its many separate branches are like iron wires. On the branches and leaves of these iron wires, the tips are covered with red flowers. small fruit.

There are six persimmon trees in this place, each about four to five meters high.At this moment, some tourists who came here first have come under the tree, and they can pick these persimmons by stretching.

These persimmons are small in size, but each fruit is very plump, with a shiny skin and a beautiful glow.

I just wiped it with the corner of my clothes, and put it in my mouth to bite. In an instant, the sweet juice and firm flesh touched the tip of my tongue, sweet and sweet, like melted rock sugar.

"It's so sweet." With just one small wild fruit, the tourists are as if they have tasted something amazing, and their eyes will shine when they eat it.

However, these wild persimmons are not the big, soft, and thin-skinned new varieties sold on the market. These persimmons have harder skins and a crisper taste, so they can only be eaten in small bites.

And there are seeds in it.

It tasted sweet at the beginning, and I felt it was extra flavorful, and the persimmon flavor was also very strong, but when I ate the second one, and continued with the second one, my mouth and tongue began to feel numb, and my throat was tight. There is also a bit of a scratchy matte feel.

"Oh my god, my tongue is numb."

"It seems that I can't eat more."

"Maybe the persimmons you ate were still greenish-yellow, but the ones I picked were red, ripe, and very soft. And, let me tell you, pick those with some small holes, or the ones that were pecked by a bird. That kind is very sweet."

The shorter persimmons were almost eaten by the tourists who came one after another. Even if the tall ones stood on tiptoe, they couldn't pick them.

Some tourists beat the branches with them, and some wanted to climb these trees to pick them.

For this move, Shen Xiaoyun immediately stopped him: "Everyone, don't climb the tree. This persimmon tree is too small. If you go up, the branches will break and it will fall easily."

"Everyone knows to travel. Don't destroy the fruit trees here. It's really rare to have a wild fruit tree in the mountains. Please take care of them. And it's fine if you can't pick the persimmons from the high places. In this mountain, there are many in winter. The birds spend the winter looking for food, and the remaining persimmons will be left for them to spend the winter." Actually, what Shen Xiaoyun was most worried about was that some tourists would climb up the tree and fall, if something went wrong, it would be a lot of trouble.

When he led this group of tourists into the mountain, he laughed and laughed, but he didn't want to go back with a sad face.

In fact, there are only a few people who really want to climb trees, and most of them are watching from the sidelines, and they will try persimmons if they have one.

There were quite a few people who came, these wild persimmons didn't bear many fruit, so there wasn't enough for so many mouths to eat.

The few who were eager to try and climb the tree were a little embarrassed when they heard Shen Xiaoyun say that, and they were even more embarrassed with so many people watching, and ran away laughing and joking.

As a result, the wild little chestnuts that were abandoned before were remembered again by this group of foodies who liked the new and hated the old, and picked them one by one with perseverance.

This is also when the small chestnuts are picked, it is easy to pierce, but the pricking is not very painful. The tourists picked up this piece of wild small chestnuts in this painful and happy picking activity.

The empty snakeskin bag also began to bulge.

Afterwards, we picked bitter mangosteen fruit along the road, maybe the picnic was over, everyone was full, and on the way back down the mountain, there was no passion when we first entered the mountain.

Everyone stopped singing and chatting. They walked with their heads down and picked wild fruits with their heads down.

One pair: I don’t want to say anything, I just want to go home~

Shen Xiaoyun could tell that the tourists were probably tired.

Don't look at everyone who has done nothing this day, but going into the mountains is a labor-intensive job. What's more, when you come here, you are extremely excited, and you have used up all your energy for the day. Now Can you not be tired?

Shen Xiaoyun would liven up the atmosphere from time to time, telling everyone how much tofu to eat with Kumango fruit, and how much to eat.As a foodie, I can always look extra energetic when discussing food. No, at the beginning, everyone has something to look forward to.

The road under this foot is not so difficult.

With an inexplicable expectation, the tourists returned to Yunshui Village almost at 04:30 in the afternoon.

After returning to this familiar land, the tourists who went to the mountains only felt that their souls had been washed and became extraordinarily fresh and translucent.

At this moment, they felt: It’s great to be back.

Stepping on this flat land, this is the way they should go.

As for the snakeskin bags on everyone's backs, other tourists who were not able to participate in the picnic struggled to open them.

It's as if everyone has entered the mountain, and they are all babies carrying a snakeskin bag.

"Look, there are some good things here."

"Wild little chestnut, can you try it?"

"No problem, you can eat as much as you want, this stuff is actually pretty good..."

In fact, most of the tourists went to the mountain just to play. These wild chestnuts were picked with a baby in mind at that time. Although on the way back, they still felt a little stuck in the back and a little heavy, but no one complained.

At this moment, I saw that the tourists I knew and I didn’t know were all like curious babies, struggling to get the ball of hair, happy like a child.

It was lively, simple, without the slightest intimacy in the relationship of interests, chatting, joking, it can be said that everyone is laughing sincerely at the moment.

There is a carefree feeling as if returning to childhood.

Just, just because of some things, everyone had a lot of fun and was very presumptuous.

Those tourists who were still very tired subconsciously laughed when they saw other tourists they knew or didn't know, with bright faces and smiling like fools.

Suddenly, the tiredness on his body disappeared little by little.

In fact, the joy of picnicking and picking wild fruits is to share happiness with everyone.

As a result, these wild small chestnuts became a grab for goods among tourists. In the end, the friends who went into the mountains except for a snakeskin bag and a few bitter mangosteen fruits were all taken away by other curious tourists. Take it out and play with it.

"Oh, this one can make tofu, I've never seen it before, can you give me a few grains?"

The other party has said so, can you not give it?

"I want a few too, can you give me a few?"

The person next to you gave it, and you can refuse to give it in front of this person, isn't it too impersonal?

Then, unconsciously, the bitter mango fruit in the snakeskin bag was diluted out...

When Shen Xiaoyun came back to collect the bitter mango fruit and converted it into bitter mango tofu, he found that the received mango fruit was only two barrels.

There were two hundred people entering the mountain this time, but in the end there were only two barrels.

"What's the matter? There are so few bitter mangosteen fruits, and you have to remove the shells and hats, so you can't make much tofu." It is estimated that each of the two hundred people will get one or two mouthfuls of bitter mangosteen tofu, so how can they eat it.

"Anchor, forget it, let's just play."

"I think everyone thinks it's very interesting, so I'll divide it up and go to the mountains to pick it next time." Some tourists still have more ideas.

In the end, Shen Xiaoyun directly sent a message in the group in the village, telling everyone that the Nongjiale has to collect bitter mangosteen fruits, and if there are any surplus at home, they can be sent to the Nongjiale. As for the price, it is slightly higher than the ones in the town.

Shen Xiaoyun's words are still very effective for the elders of Yunshui Village.

Although now every household has a store business that needs to be taken care of, it is still a bit of time to spare half a day to pick some bitter mangosteen fruits.

Moreover, the bitter mangosteen fruits in the mountains are all ready-made things, unlike the crops in the field, which need to be watered with fertilizers, weeding and so on. It can be said that picking bitter mangosteen fruits in this season is a huge profit.

If you don't pick it, the fruit will fall when it's cold, which is tantamount to wasting.

And there is no need for troublesome processes such as shelling, grinding, and pressing into tofu.

The thrifty, lively and laboring villagers went to the mountains the next day.The villagers walked fast, and they were familiar with the situation in the mountains. They knew that the eucalyptus tree bore a lot of fruits, and they knew how to pick them faster so that they would not be missed.

By noon, the villagers came back one by one carrying most of the bitter mangosteen fruit in snakeskin bags.

The farmhouse collected a lot of bitter mangosteen fruits, so Shen Xiaoyun assigned some tasks to the tourists, and began to peel the bitter mangosteen fruits, and the peeled bitter mangosteen fruits were sent to the tofu shop.

As for the tourists who are divided into labor, they can then receive the bitter mango fruit starch according to their individual credit points. This white-gray starch is obtained by filtering the pulp of the fruit and drying it in the sun.