After the genius was abolished, he became my Taoist companion

There is a bamboo forest sixty miles south of Qingyang Town, which the locals call Xinyang Bamboo Sea.There are hundreds of kinds of bamboo growing in the bamboo sea, and the gurgling stream passes through the bamboo sea, nourishing the land.Many villagers around live by digging bamboo shoots in the bamboo sea, and the bamboo shoots they dug out are very famous in the towns of the entire Cangling Mountain Range.

After a day's driving, Jixiang was already a little tired. At this time, he was standing under the bamboo forest and gnawed on the grass with his head down.Today, Ye Huangui chose a place near the stream to sleep in the open. It is not far from the main road, and it is a quiet place with beautiful scenery.

Jixiang turned its head to look at the frame from time to time. For some reason, it felt that the two owners on the frame were in a good mood today.This must be because of the spiced tea eggs, it really wants to taste it!

There are not many spiced tea eggs left. Ye Huangui and the others tasted a few after they came back from a stroll yesterday, and sent more than half of them to the boss in the morning. Down to the last two.

However, Ye Huangui was ready to cook a pot of eggs, and after settling down auspiciously, Ye Huangui took the last two eggs out of the pot and put them in a bowl.

After peeling off the egg shell soaked in sauce and brown, the egg reveals the soft inside.At this time, the egg white is no longer white, and the slightly caramel-colored egg white is densely covered with spider web patterns. The soup flows over the egg white, and the whole egg exudes a strong smell of tea and sauce.

Ye Huangui handed the peeled egg to Tan Duzhi: "Here, eat some to pad your stomach first."

Tan Duzhi took the egg with a smile: "Thank you."

Since he said those words on the Linglong Pagoda last night, Tan Duzhi has become much more cheerful.Ye Huangui was happy to see such a change. Old Tan called him Xiaoye last night, the same name as Uncle Fu and the others.He is very happy!

Ye Huangui also peeled an egg for himself, bit it down, the soft egg white and the soft egg yolk were intertwined in his mouth, neither salty nor bland, warm, delicious, delicate and soft.Is there anything better than having a tea egg when your stomach growls? !

Ye Huangui said while eating: "Just now I saw someone digging bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest. I'll go buy some bamboo shoots later. Let's eat braised bamboo shoots tonight, shall we?"

When he came out of Qingyang Town this morning, Ye Huangui bought a lot of meat. At this time, the food in his storage bag was enough for the two of them to go home.

Just who can say no to delicious and delicious seasonal vegetables? !Spring bamboo shoots are just on the market this season, and each one is tender and crisp.In previous years, when the spring bamboo shoots were on the market, Uncle Fu would find someone to bring him some from Diancang City.

Now that he has come to the place of origin, if he is still indifferent, he is a fool!

In addition to bamboo shoots, he also saw chickens running around in the bamboo forest, each one was fat, big and smooth, and they were delicious at first sight.

He was going to a house deep in the bamboo forest to buy two chickens for Lao Tan to make soup for. They said that sick people would benefit from drinking chicken soup, and Lao Tan needed to make up for it.

After stuffing the egg into his mouth, Ye Hugui put the pannier on his back again: "Old Tan, I'm going to buy chicken, just wait a moment!"

Tan Duzhi held the tea egg and looked at Ye Huangui's back: "... oh..."

Didn't you say to buy bamboo shoots?How did it become a chicken?

Ye Huangui hummed a little tune and walked towards the road when he came. Tan Duzhi knew that he was going to go shopping at a family he had been optimistic about for a long time.When passing by a house shaded by a bamboo forest, he said a lot of chickens.

After two cups of tea, the leaves returned slowly, returning with a full load.I saw a big rooster in his left hand and an old hen in his right hand, and the basket behind his back was full of bamboo shoots.

Ye Huangui was in a good mood and asked Tan Duzhi for credit: "Old Tan! Great harvest! Guess what I bought?!"

While speaking, he put the two chickens under the mule cart.The chicken's wings and legs had been tied, and they couldn't break free after flapping twice, so they could only lie down with their wings on the ground.

Tan Duzhi was very supportive: "I bought chicken and bamboo shoots."

Ye Huangui smiled, and he put the basket down and looked inside: "Actually, I only bought chickens, two chickens cost three hundred cash, and that family gave me five big bamboo shoots, and fifty green shells." egg. The most important thing is this..."

After turning five large bamboo shoots out of the back basket and putting them on the ground, he bent down and took out a cloth bag from the back basket. After opening, a bunch of yellowish honeycomb-shaped things appeared inside: "Dried bamboo fungus! I Let me tell you, this is a good thing, it tastes great when you cook chicken soup!"

Tan Duzhi looked at the five big bamboo shoots in the basket, each of which was as thick as a two-foot-long calf.The brown bamboo shoots are covered with fluff, and the top leaves are yellow.These few bamboo shoots were buried deep in the soil before, and they exude a unique fragrance of bamboo shoots, and they are very tender at first glance.

Ye Huangui climbed into the car and pulled out the kitchen knife: "You wait, I'll cook right away."

He quickly turned on the fire and boiled it for a while, grabbed a handful of dried bamboo fungus and soaked it in warm light salt water.After finishing this, he took a large bowl and put half a bowl of water and half a teaspoon of salt in it. After dripping a few drops of sesame oil, he walked towards the old hen with a knife in his hand.

Tan Duzhi never expected that in his lifetime, he would enjoy watching people kill chickens.

He thought that a lively and enthusiastic person like Ye Huangui would not do such things as killing animals, but he didn't expect his movements to be so smooth when killing chickens.I saw him holding the chicken legs between his legs, holding the chicken wings with one hand, and with the other hand, he turned the chicken head back to expose the chicken neck.

He pinched the back of the chicken's head with the two hands that were holding the wings, and then plucked off a small poke feather on the chicken's neck in twos and threes.After clearing out the area where the knife can be cut, he took the kitchen knife next to him and wiped the chicken's neck.

Bright red blood spurted out from the wound, Ye Huangui put down the knife.This time he held the hen's legs upside down so that its head was down and its body was upside down, and the chicken blood was collected by him into the big bowl he had prepared a long time ago. As the blood accumulated more and more, he quickly Got a big bowl of fresh chicken blood.

The hen flapped its wings vigorously, and Ye Huangui showed his unbearable expression: "Reincarnate early, and be a human being in the next life!"

Tan Duzhi was a little amused: "What are you talking about?"

Ye Huangui pinched the hen's head, which had been drained of blood, under the wings of the chicken, and he gently placed the hen beside it.Ye Huangui couldn't bear to watch the still-dead hen still struggling.

He plucked a feather from a chicken wing and stirred the bowl of chicken blood.Hearing Tan Duzhi's words, he said disappointedly: "I don't want to kill him either, but it is human instinct to kill and survive. As a chicken, it is doomed to be raised and slaughtered by others. It died in my hands, I can only say A little hypocrisy, I hope I can feel better in my heart."

He also thought about buying food instead of killing, but at the beginning he was really poor and couldn't afford it.Between being malnourished, sick and dying, and killing to survive, he chose the latter.

What Tan Duzhi said was not what he meant. He explained: "I think you are too kind. It's just a chicken, and you can't bear it. If you change people, you won't be able to hold a knife at all."

Ye Huangui looked at Tan Duzhi in bewilderment: "Why should I kill someone!"

Then he remembered what happened to Buguilin, and Ye Huangui's expression changed slightly: "That's right...what if one day your opponent forces us and wants to kill us. Then...I can only stand up and resist , although you may not be able to beat it, you must always fight hard!"

Tan Duzhi looked at him seriously: "There won't be that day." His tone was so determined and serious, just like him in the past.

Ye Huangui showed a big smile: "Hey, I also hope that there won't be that day."

After the water in the pot boiled, the hen died thoroughly.Ye Huangui took out the wooden barrel where he sprouted bean sprouts. He filled the bucket with half a bucket of boiling water, and then added a small half spoonful of cold water into the bucket.

He lifted the steaming bucket under the frame, and he took the hen and dipped its head down into the bucket.An unpleasant smell evaporated from the barrel, and Tan Duzhi frowned involuntarily.

Ye Huangui didn't change his face, he soaked every part of the chicken in the water.The chicken feathers scalded by hot water were easily torn off, and a chicken was scalded in less than half a stick of incense.Ye Huangui walked towards the stream with his chicken feet in his hand.

I saw him squatting on the stone by the stream and soaking the chicken in the stream water. When he picked it up again, the chicken feathers were no longer so hot.Ye Huangui plucked the feathers off the chicken, and after a while, a pool of wet feathers appeared on the stone.

The hen that lost its feathers was white, tender, tender and bare. Because the owner raised it properly, the head and feet of this chicken were chopped off, and the body was round like a ball.

Ye Huangui took the chicken feet and wiped them vigorously, and the wax on the chicken feet was wiped off.He sighed: "The master really didn't lie to me, this chicken is really fat. It is said that it is a new hen that just laid eggs this year, it is awesome!"

The most difficult part of the chicken feathers is the feathers on the chicken head. Ye Huangui is also a person who likes to eat chicken heads. He grabbed the chicken head and rubbed off the small fluff. All cleaned up.

After cleaning the chicken head, Ye Huangui pressed the chicken on the stone and began to rub the chicken skin as if taking a bath.A layer of yellowish-white substance was rubbed on the chicken skin, and upon closer inspection, this layer covered the whole chicken like a membrane.

Ye Huangui had no experience before, so the chicken soup he made always felt a little weird.Later, I heard from the aunt in the town that there is a layer of dirt on the outside of the chicken skin, and the chicken soup that is boiled after rubbing off is delicious.

The chicken that has been bathed is white and tender, much more pleasing to the eye than before!

After that, there is the regular disembowelling session.

As soon as the chicken belly was broken, Ye Huangui saw the golden yellow chicken fat in his belly.After pulling the viscera out of the chicken's stomach, he also saw a mass of golden eggs of various sizes.

Ye Huangui was meticulous in his work, and he carefully cleaned out the parts that Tan Duzhi thought needed to be discarded.The chicken intestines were cut open with scissors, washed away with water, and then rubbed with salt and vinegar. He even cleaned the glands on the chicken butt.

Tan Duzhi only saw that he came to the car with a bamboo basket and shauke scissors. When he came back, a fat old hen had been chopped into pieces in the bamboo basket and the shaukei had been cleaned up. The giblets were made with chicken fat.

When Ye Huangui returned to the car with the bamboo basket, he saw Tan Duzhi's expression was very strange.He asked suspiciously, "What's the matter?"

Tan Duzhi pondered for a moment: "I always felt that I had a thorough understanding of sword moves. When I saw you killing a chicken, I actually felt that there were too many unnecessary moves in those sword arts."

Ye Huangui's head was full of black lines: "This... I don't know how to move swords, I'm just chopping chicken nuggets!"

He couldn't understand what the boss was thinking, Ye Huangui resolutely gave up struggling after thinking about it: "I'd better cook chicken soup!"

45. Braised spring bamboo shoots and stewed chicken with bamboo fungus

Stewing chicken soup is very easy, just put the chicken pieces in the container, add onion and ginger cooking wine and forget it.Ye Huangui used to cook chicken soup in a casserole before, but today he cooked tea eggs in the casserole, and he was going to start working on the stove.

This chicken is very fat, and there is a catty of chicken fat out of it.These chicken oils must not be put into the pot, otherwise the chicken oil on the boiled chicken soup is too scary.

Bamboo forest chickens have to walk a lot every day. Their meat is firm and they are slaughtered by hand, so they don't need to go through water at all.Ye Huangui put the chicken nuggets into the pot, added water two inches below the chicken nuggets, and started to boil.

Tan Duzhi was studying the bowl of hen blood around the round table, and the chicken blood had solidified under the action of salt.At this time, the chicken blood is like a piece of bright red custard, which is quite elastic to the touch.

Tan Duzhi hesitated: "Blood, can I eat it?"

Ye Huangui gave a thumbs up: "Not only can it be eaten, but it's also very delicious! Only the chickens that I butcher at home can eat such good things!"

Tan Duzhi thought for a while: "How do you eat this blood?"

Ye Huangui thought for a while: "Usually I put the blood into the soup and stew it together, but the blood can only be poured out when the chicken soup is almost ready, otherwise the boiled blood will be too old. And if the chicken blood Once it’s boiled, a pot of chicken soup won’t look good. After I put the bamboo fungus and chicken giblets in and cook it, you’ll know after eating it.”

Tan Duzhi nodded: "Oh~"

Ye Huangui couldn't help laughing when he saw his receptive face: "Old Tan, have you never eaten such a down-to-earth chicken?"

Tan Duzhi said: "Well, I never cared about these things before." He only needs to concentrate on practicing, and he will have someone to take care of his basic necessities.

Ye Huangui touched the soaked bamboo fungus in the bowl, he was full of confidence: "Although the things I make are not as good-looking as those sold outside, they are made with real materials, and the taste will definitely not be bad."

It takes a while for the chicken soup to simmer, and Ye Huangui dug out a bamboo basket from nowhere.He put a net over the basket, then unwrapped the big cock and stuffed it inside.The rooster that left the flock flopped a few times, but it was hopeless if it couldn't get out.

Ye Huangui looked left and right, and he put the basket on the pedal: "Auspicious, look after the chicken!"

Jixiang snorted, and it went to the basket to look at the chicken, and it jumped around again.

Ye Huangui wanted to quickly peel off the bamboo shoots. Bamboo shoots were getting old every minute after they left the ground.I didn't expect that I would get five big spring bamboo shoots when I bought a chicken, which was a pleasant surprise.Ye Huangui has already made up his mind, braised in oil, braised in soy sauce, stir-fried...

Most people peel bamboo shoots one by one, but Ye Huangui's method is much faster.I saw him cut a knife on the bamboo shoots along the direction of the growth of the bamboo shoots, and when the knife slid to the top of the bamboo shoots, the knife twisted left and right.

There was a crisp crackling sound, and the brown bamboo shoots immediately burst apart along the crack to both sides.Without the support of the bamboo shoots, the bamboo shoots quickly curled up, and Ye Huangui took advantage of the situation to peel off the whole bamboo shoots from the bamboo shoots.

Speaking of which, there is also a bamboo forest in front of Ye Huangui's house, and the bamboo shoots growing in it are all that thin.It takes until April and May for that kind of bamboo to produce bamboo shoots, and the color of the bamboo shoots is bluish white.

The bamboo shoots in his hand are milky white in color, with each section on the top of the bamboo shoots, and there are still some soft bamboo shoots on the top.Only near the root is a circle of red raised dots. If this bamboo shoot is allowed to grow, these red dots will become the root system of bamboo.

Ye Huangui supported the bamboo shoots with one hand, and with the other hand, he used a kitchen knife to cut off the roots that hadn't sprouted below.Pinch the bamboo shoot near the root, and there is a nail print on the bamboo shoot, which proves that the bamboo shoot is very tender.

He shaved off the dirt on the root section a little bit, and then a crisp bamboo shoot appeared in his basket, exuding the fragrance of the mountain forest.

Ye Huangui looked at the pile of shells on the ground: "Actually... the bamboo shoots are edible too. But you need to use young bamboo shoots... we have so many vegetables, forget it!"

After washing the spring bamboo shoots, he weighed the bamboo shoots: "Wow, it's so heavy!" He felt that the bamboo shoots weighed three catties!He and Lao Tan can eat a meal with just one stick.

Tan Duzhi pointed to the other four bamboo shoots still lying on the ground: "What about the rest?"

Ye Huangui gave the standard answer: "Put it in a storage bag! Keep it and eat slowly!"

Tan Duzhi finally knew why Ye Huangui had several storage bags. According to his way of packing, it would be easy to burst the storage bags, right?

After the chicken soup was stewed for two cups of tea, there was a delicious chicken soup smell inside and outside the car.Open the lid at this time, and you can see a thick layer of golden chicken oil floating on the chicken soup.Even if he didn't put two lumps of chicken fat in the chicken's belly into the pot, the thick fat under the hen's skin meant that the soup would never be clear and watery.

Ye Huangui cleaned the bamboo fungus carefully: "Look, Lao Tan, this is a bamboo fungus picked up by a chicken seller in the bamboo forest, and they dried it by themselves. Take a look, isn't it great?"

It was only at this time that Tan Duzhi looked at the bamboo fungus carefully. At this time, the bamboo fungus had changed, and it was no longer the shriveled look at the beginning.

There is a layer of net on the outside of the bamboo fungus, which wraps the pole inside like a gauze skirt.The pole is different from ordinary mushrooms, which are made of porcelain and have many holes on the pole.

Tan Duzhi nodded: "Well, it's great." However, his eyes had already betrayed him—Tan Zhenren couldn't tell whether these bamboo shoots were good or not.

The soaked bamboo fungus stretched out and felt soft to the touch. If you want to say that it resembles something... It's a bit like the loofah pulp that Ye Huangui has used for a long time.

He carefully washed the bamboo fungus, then peeled off the skirt of the bamboo fungus and threw it away, leaving only the pole inside.

Tan Duzhi was puzzled: "This net-like thing, can't you eat it?"

Ye Huangui said: "It's edible, but it has a strange smell. I think it's better to throw it away."

Tan Duzhi nodded: "I see."

Finally the poles were cut into inch lengths.After squeezing the water in the bamboo fungus a little, he put the bamboo fungus aside for later use.

After the bamboo stalks were cleaned up, Ye Huangui's cleaned up chicken offals were also put into the pot.Only then did he season the chicken stock.

A good pot of chicken soup does not require too many fancy seasonings, just a spoonful of salt is enough to stimulate the deliciousness of the chicken soup.

As soon as the salt was put into the pot, the aroma of the chicken soup became more intense, so greedy that Jixiang put his big head on the frame and looked into the car eagerly.Ye Huangui was serious: "Auspicious people can't drink chicken soup, it will make their stomach hurt."

Ji Xiang was extremely disappointed: ...

Tan Duzhi laughed and said, "Are you sure it can understand?"

Ye Huangui said: "Everything has spirituality. Jixiang is so smart, so of course he understands it. If you see the lucky ducks at home, you will be surprised. They are no worse than those spirit beasts!"

Tan Duzhi nodded: "Yes, I believe it."

After the chicken giblets in the pot had boiled two cups of tea, Ye Huangui poked a piece of chicken leg with his chopsticks, and the chopsticks pierced through the chicken smoothly.

Ye Huangui gave a thumbs up: "The meat of a new hen is easy to cook, and it can be so soft in just half an hour."

While speaking, he threw the bamboo fungus in Shau Kei into the pot.The bamboo fungus does not need to be stewed for too long, and what you eat is its crunchy texture.

Blossoming yellowish bamboo fungus rings spread out on the surface of the chicken soup, and were soaked in the golden fat within a short time.After simmering for a while, the aroma of the chicken soup becomes more intense.Now it's time to have chicken blood!

Ye Huangui picked up the bowl of coagulated blood.He scratched the blood a few times with a kitchen knife, and a bowl of blood was cut open like a block of tofu.After the kitchen knife circled around the bowl, the blood started to move tremblingly.

He carefully poured the bowl of blood into the soup. The dark red blood clots immediately changed color when they met the boiling soup, and the blood was as soft and tender as tofu.

The pile of large and small eggs was put into the pot with the blood, and Ye Huangui put the eggs next to the chicken blood.I heard from the old man that this kind of egg is very nourishing, and he wants to keep it for Tan Duzhi.

Ye Hugui put the lid on the pot contentedly: "When the blood is cooked, the chicken soup will be ready."

Today, there are two pots on the stove, one for stewing chicken soup and the other for cooking rice. Ye Huangui's braised spring bamboo shoots can only be fried on the stove.

He patted the white and tender spring bamboo shoots horizontally with the blade of a knife, then cut them into two vertically, and then cut them into four.After a while, a bunch of spring bamboo shoots appeared on the chopping board. Ye Huangui cut a few times across the bamboo shoots, and the bamboo shoots became bite-sized strips.

Ye Huangui took out his iron pot, and he lifted the stove to the pedal outside the car, at this time the sky outside had completely darkened.With the dim yellow light falling from the car, Ye Huangui poured a little more oil into the pot than usual for cooking.

Tan Duzhi was puzzled: "Why did you get out?"

Ye Huangui said: "You can't suck out the oily fume from cooking on the stove, and the oily smoke from cooking bamboo shoots in oil is relatively large, so it's better to come out and make it fresher."

While speaking, he sprinkled a handful of rock sugar into the pot.After the rock sugar touched the iron pan, it made a small sound, and the rock sugar made a small cracking sound at the temperature of the hot oil.Before the rock sugar completely melted, he poured the spring bamboo shoots into the pot.

Spring bamboo shoots need to be fried more to get rid of the astringency.The spring bamboo shoots wrapped in oil creaked, and Ye Huangui was not in a hurry. He stir-fried the bamboo shoots carefully until there were yellowish marks on the edges of the bamboo shoots.

At this time, add two spoons of soy sauce, and the spring bamboo shoots will be immediately stained with soy sauce after stir-fry.After stir frying for a while, Ye Huangui poured a few spoonfuls of water into the pot.He put the lid on the pot: "Simmer for a stick of incense, and the bamboo shoots will be ready!"

After a stick of incense, the lid of the pot was lifted, and a tempting scent of bamboo shoots wafted out.At this time, the soup in the pot was almost gone, Ye Huangui took out a large plate and put the braised bamboo shoots in oil.

A large plate of braised bamboo shoots in thick oily red sauce lay on the plate. Under the light, the bamboo shoots were hot and oily.

Ye Huangui handed Tan Duzhi a pair of chopsticks: "Try it soon?" He couldn't wait to pick up a bamboo shoot, and after blowing it a little, he bit it.

With one bite, the sweetness of the bamboo shoots and the aroma of the soy sauce are absorbed into the mouth without reservation.The bamboo shoots are crisp, and when the teeth are gently closed, the crispy bamboo shoots will shatter between the teeth.

Tan Duzhi took a sip: "It's delicious." He couldn't describe the taste, saying it was salty, but he could taste the distinct sweetness.It is said to be sweet, but there is just the right saltiness in the sweetness.Coupled with the taste of bamboo shoots, this dish tastes very good even if you eat it empty-handed.

Ye Huangui ate several pieces in a row: "Spring is the season to eat bamboo shoots! It's so delicious!"

The two of them killed most of the spring bamboo shoots in one go, until Ye Huangui remembered that there was still a pot of chicken soup in his pot.

After a while, a large round soup bowl appeared in the middle of the round table, with a fine layer of golden oil floating on the soup bowl.Ye Huangui has already figured out a way to scoop out a lot of oil in the pot, otherwise the oil in the bowl is at least a finger thick at this time!

He took a bowl and filled half a bowl of soup for Tan Duzhi. Of course, he didn't forget to put the bunch of eggs that hadn't been born in time: "Be careful of being hot."

Tan Duzhi took a spoonful and blew it into his mouth. As soon as the delicious chicken soup entered his mouth, his eyes widened in surprise: "This...is chicken soup?"

If this is chicken soup, what was he drinking before?Chicken bath water? !