Food on the tip of your tongue

Pour me some wine, drink, drink! "People who drink ten small bottles of Red Star Erguotou on weekdays can drink the self-brewed wine with a much lower alcohol content, which is simply a piece of cake.

Zhang Yonghuan felt that he might be able to hold the wine jar and drink ten jars and still be able to stay awake.

He was in full swing, persuading him to drink again and again, pouring wine, and gulping down.

Half a day later, Chen Xiaoxu and Yuan Dapang were successfully overwhelmed by Zhang Yonghuan.

Only the old grandson with red eyes and red cheeks was left, standing upright.

Zhang Yonghuan raised his chin triumphantly, "What's the matter, Old Sun, why don't we both exchange big bowls and get drunk?"

The old grandson shook his hands and untied the tobacco rod tied to the waistband of his trousers: "The old man can't do it anymore... If you drink too much, you should be lazy tomorrow. Compare it with you young people..."

"Brother Huan is in a good mood. It's such a cold moon. It's a good time to ask about wine. Why don't you and I move the wine table to the yard and have a good drink?!"

Zhang Yonghuan stood up, without turning his head, and without looking at Qin Yang, he moved the small table and walked into the yard.

Qin Yang stood at the door and said: "Bright breeze and bright moon, ask the sky about wine...just... one thing is missing..." After he finished speaking, he performed lightness kung fu and flew into the room.

Zhang Yonghuan looked at the white figure that disappeared in front of his eyes in an instant, and said enviously: "It would be great if I was someone who could fly over walls."

Putting the desk table in the open space of the small courtyard, Zhang Yonghuan went back to the restaurant, woke up Chen Xiaoxu and Yuan Fatty to go to sleep, and closed the shop door by the way.

Returning to the small courtyard, I only heard the sound of a light and agile zither sounding, agile and graceful, big beads and small beads falling on the jade plate... The tune sometimes reverberates and shakes stones, and sometimes whirls slightly...

Zhang Yonghuan raised his head and looked at the performer appreciatively. At this moment, his body suddenly stiffened and petrified. There was a sound of clang. The man wiped his finger, and the music stopped. He raised his head and looked at him.

Zhang Yonghuan numbly said: "What a song of high mountains and flowing water will make friends... When did you come, Xiao Gao? Brother Jianli, did Qin Shimingyue Si finish the filming and release?"

Qin Yang was dumbfounded: "..." Who is Xiao Gao?Who is brother Jianli?

5. Catch crickets in the middle of the night...

The bright moon was in the sky, and the autumn wind was blowing. Qin Yang changed into white clothes with fluttering skirts, which made his face like a crown jade more elegant and gentle.

Zhang Yonghuan looked at him in embarrassment with a bitter face. After a lengthy exchange of glances, he walked forward and sang, "Xiao Gao, I miss you very much. You play the piano very sharply. Lala Chacha, Didi Didi Didi..."

Qin Yang couldn't help being curious and asked again: "Brother Huan is humming a ballad?"

Zhang Yonghuan patted his hot cheeks coolly: "... Abba Ba Ba Ba Bara Didi... I'm singing the song of my dream lover."

Qin Yang asked in surprise: "Brother Huan has a woman he loves?"

Zhang Yonghuan nodded: "Well, Hatsune Miku." An anime character that he often masturbates to.

Qin Yang's face darkened: "But the girl from the town?"

Zhang Yonghuan shook his head, raised the wine jar and changed the subject: "Let's not talk about that, let's drink."

Qin Yang was astonished, he looked at Zhang Yonghuan thoughtfully, and stopped asking.

Zhang Yonghuan sat and drank with him, comfortably breathing the fresh and clean air belonging to this era, and listening to the cheerful sound of insects chirping under the cover of night.

Zhang Yonghuan poured wine into his mouth, looked at Qin Yang's warm and jade-like face, and said, "The more you drink this wine, the more energetic you become, why don't we go out and have some fun?"

Qin Yang pondered for a while, looked sideways at the bright silvery white moon under the vast night sky, and said: "Being respectful is worse than obeying, Brother Huan, please—"

Zhang Yonghuan trembled in ecstasy and got up and said, "Brother Qin, please—"

The town under the night is peaceful and peaceful.

The quaint buildings, the clean bluestone roads, and the atmosphere of the golden autumn harvest flow in the air.

Many courtyard houses are filled with golden corn on the cob and bright red sorghum with plump grains. The yellow persimmons make the branches crumbling. When the autumn wind blows, the persimmons of different sizes are dangling on the branches, almost unable to resist the force of the earth. Persimmons that fall to the ground with gravity.

Zhang Yonghuan looked around at the surrounding scenery by the moonlight, and before he knew it, the two of them had walked to the narrow path outside the town, the sound of insects was even louder, and the green sweet potato fields were close in front of them.

Zhang Yonghuan stood there, listened carefully, turned around and said to Qin Yang who was following behind, "The sesame and soybeans are all harvested, shall we go catch crickets and grasshoppers?"

Qin Yang was dumbfounded: "..."

Zhang Yonghuan said again: "You are happy to hear the grasshoppers in the sweet potato field. It's not bad to catch a few and put them in a small cage to watch them fight."

Qin Yang: "...it won't be too late to catch them tomorrow, this big night..."

Zhang Yonghuan hurriedly said: "You don't understand this. Grasshoppers are very cunning. It's hard to catch them during the day, but they are sure to catch one at night."

While talking, he drilled into the sweet potato field with luxuriant vines and leaves on the side of the road, "Go and pull up the horsetail grass." Commander Qin Yang said.

Qin Yang watched him tossing the sweet potato leaves in the sweet potato speechlessly. With a wave of his palm, a gorgeous red butterfly flew out of his palm. After the red butterfly danced around Qin Yang's side twice, Qin Yang fingered again At one point, the red butterfly landed on his shoulder as if it had received instructions, and then flew farther and farther with its wings flickering.

After Qin Yang watched the butterflies fly away, he bent down and pulled out a few ponytail grasses that were about to wither by the side of the road.

Zhang Yonghuan was very immoral, tossing the vine leaves in the sweet potato field, pouted his buttocks, concentrated his eyes and ears, and wanted to show off his skills in catching grasshoppers in the sweet potato field.

Qin Yang looked at him dumbfounded, lowered his voice and said, "You've scared the grasshoppers away by tumbling like this, so be careful."

Zhang Yonghuan rolled up his trouser sleeves, tucked the hem of his clothes into his waistband and said, "Go over there to catch crickets, don't let any grasshoppers go, and eat fried grasshoppers tomorrow."

Qin Yang frowned in distress: "...Okay, be careful, there are snakes hiding in the sweet potato fields."

Zhang Yonghuan dismissively said: "Let me meet one and kill the other."

Qin Yang frowned, stood there and looked at him quietly, his black eyes were bottomless.

Zhang Yonghuan writhed in the ground on his own, reaching forward from time to time to cover the grasshopper who was jumping around in shock because of his movements.

Qin Yang thought for a moment, looked around, and walked to the adjacent sesame field that had already been harvested.

Walking into the sesame field where only the harvest stubble was exposed, Qin Yang successfully injured his feet twice. The sesame stubble harvested by the sickle at an angle showed a pointed shape, and he was a little careless on his feet. will suffer.

Qin Yang rubbed his temples with a headache, and he didn't catch a few crickets for a long time. After thinking about it, he walked out of the sesame field decisively, and decided to catch them in the sweet potato field with Zhang Yonghuan.

In the sweet potato field, Zhang Yonghuan opened his eyes wide with excitement, and opened the lush sweet potato vine leaves. On the fertile ravine, a fat green grasshopper was lying there, singing loudly and resonantly. Zhang Yonghuan walked forward lightly He took two steps, concentrated his attention, and made a quick pounce—his arched hands slammed on the ground, successfully catching the strong grasshopper.

Qin Chen said in a deep voice, "I caught one too, it won't bark."

Zhang Yonghuan carefully held the grasshopper in the palm of his hand, and said: "The mother can't bark, be careful not to let it run away, this thing is clever, if caught, it will break its legs to protect itself, confusing people... ah!" There was a slight tingling sensation in the palm of his hand, and Zhang Yonghuang said angrily: "These little things, you will bite my palm again." He hurriedly pulled a few sweet potato leaves to wrap the grasshopper tightly, and stuffed it in front of his chest Inside his clothes, he said: "How many crickets have I caught, let me take a look..."

Qin Yang showed Zhang Yonghuan the ponytail grass.

Zhang Yonghuan stared blankly, "Are you counting the ones you caught? There are only five of them. When we prepare to blow up tomorrow, we can divide each of them one by one?"

Qin Yang raised his eyebrows slightly and remained silent.

Zhang Yonghuan raised his chin and said, "Wrap up the female grasshopper you caught too, let's go over there to catch crickets."

Qin Yang looked up at the night: "The night is already deep, tonight is still..."

"I want to eat fried grasshoppers and crickets, it's delicious."

Qin Yang: "..." It seems that if he doesn't catch someone tonight, he won't be able to go back to sleep.

then.

On a night when the silver moon hangs high and the autumn wind is getting cooler, in the sweet potato field on the outskirts of Yulin Town, two big men who add up to fifty years old and know their destiny, writhe with their buttocks and bump into that In the sweet potato field of the evil star's farmer brother, he behaved extremely indecently and caught crickets and grasshoppers.

Obviously, the two who caught crickets, grasshoppers and grasshoppers all night were doomed to miss breakfast.

It was even more obvious that on the lunch table of the staff in the small restaurant, there was a plate of mixed dishes of grasshoppers and crickets fried in hot oil.

The method of frying crickets and grasshoppers is very simple, just put the crickets and grasshoppers into boiling water to scald to death, remove the internal organs, limbs and wings, wash them and put them back into the pot, pour salt water and boil them for a while, then remove them. Brush the pan and add oil, heat the oil until it is four to five years old, put in the crickets and fry until golden brown and crispy, then take it out and put it on a plate.

The shape of this dish is very unattractive, but it has the therapeutic effects of clearing away heat and detoxification, diuresis and swelling, and treating anuria, edema, swelling, and so on.

Chen Xiaoxu picked up a chopstick and put it in his mouth: "It smells...it smells..."

Fatty Yuan: "The two bosses worked hard last night, Xiao Xu and I went to catch it tonight...it's so delicious..."

Old Suntou: "If there is a locust plague in the future, the common people can also go out to catch the locusts like the two bosses did..."

Zhang Yonghuan interrupted him sadly: "I'm afraid that when the locust plague comes, it would be futile to dispatch manpower to catch it. Once the locusts attack the fields in groups, it only takes 5 minutes."