Village live broadcast: Angrily rubbing giant pandas at the beginning!

Chapter 121 The details of picking zong leaves!
Shiquan Dabu Pill?Such a name is simply outrageous, and it is not a serious thing at first glance.

Lin Xiaoyu clutched her forehead. Before that, she felt that there was definitely something wrong with her brother's talent for naming.

Barbecued pork, braised pork... the name of the panda, etc. are all the names of the ingredients, and now there is a Shiquan Dabu Wan.

It really convinced my brother's brain, it's so funny.

"Is this Shiquan Dabu pill useful? I think you are usually stupid, how could you blow up a tree today?"

Lin Xiaoyu is the person who knows Lin Yang best. When she was a child, she was so weak that she couldn't even do a little heavy work, otherwise she wouldn't have returned to Shushan Village early.

Is it possible that the Shiquan Dabu Pill that my brother said is really useful?
For a moment, Lin Xiaoyu's eyes showed curiosity: "Then when will this Shiquan Dabu Pill be made, the dragon boat race is only a few days away."

"Don't worry, I can make it within a day. This kind of Shiquan Dabu pill is easy to make."

Lin Yang said confidently that he would only need to boil these ginseng in some vegetables, and the medicinal power would definitely be diluted.

It can also ensure the health of the villagers in Shushan Village. If something happens, it will be a big deal to use a small healing technique.

Lin Xiaoyu saw him talking, and said angrily: "Since you are done with your work, don't forget that it will be the Dragon Boat Festival soon."

"Come and accompany me to the mountain to pick some materials for making zongzi."

Hearing this, Lin Yang was taken aback for a moment, with a regretful expression on his face, he almost forgot the important festival of Dragon Boat Festival.

You must know that every Dragon Boat Festival in Shushan Village not only has to race dragon boats, but also every household makes zongzi by themselves.

No wonder Lin Xiaoyu was carrying a basket on her back.

"Well, I just finished my work here, and I will accompany you then."

Lin Xiaoyu looked at Lin Yang suspiciously: "Are you finished? Has the Shiquan Dabu Pill been made yet?"

"Have you settled everything about the dragon boat race and tourists? I'll just say it casually. These things are more important than picking zong leaves."

Lin Yang waved his hand and smiled: "It's okay, I've already made arrangements here, isn't there already a dragon boat race for the passengers?"

"And I will accompany you to pick zong leaves, so that you don't understand some rules."

Making zongzi for the Dragon Boat Festival every year is a big festival, just like New Year’s Eve 31. The most important thing is that there are a lot of specialties in making zongzi in Shushan Village.

Generally, zongzi leaves are usually used to make zongzi, but there are not as many varieties of zongzi leaves as there are stars in the sky.

Most of them are made of reeds and bamboo leaves, and in some areas, they are wrapped with lotus leaves. After steaming, the dumplings wrapped in this way have the fragrance of lotus leaves, which makes people's index fingers move.

But most of the zongzi are wrapped with palm leaves, but some of them are just durable, but they can't play the fragrance of zongzi at all.

Lin Xiaoyu rolled her eyes: "Is there anything you can't pick zong leaves, are you underestimating me?"

"It's not that I haven't picked before, Lin Yang, I think you are getting bigger and bigger now."

The corners of Lin Yang's lips rose, and he chuckled: "Do you still remember why you used to make zongzi always torn? I'll tell you later when you go to pick them."

Lin Xiaoyu saw that Lin Yang was playing tricks again, and snorted: "I think you're just showing off, let's go, Sister Tang should have been waiting for us for a long time."

Lin Yang nodded, and then went to Baishui Lake with Lin Xiaoyu. There was a piece of reed on the side of Baishui Lake, which was just the material for binding zong leaves.

Originally, I wanted to go to the char siu pork, but after thinking about it, I'd better leave it here, otherwise there will be a commotion at the dragon boat race later.

"Hey!"

Char Siu Rou was full of dissatisfaction, so he had to stay at home sullenly.

When the three of them arrived at the reed marsh, Tang Qingyuan was ready to pick them with gloves on, because the reed leaves were a bit thorny.

It's just that Lin Xiaoyu stopped her from wearing gloves before she came.

"Sister Tang, picking zong leaves is very particular in Shushan Village. It needs to be picked with bare hands to prove your heart."

Tang Qingyuan was slightly taken aback, he didn't expect that Shushan Village still had such rules, and seeing that Lin Yang didn't wear gloves when picking, it seemed true.

Lin Xiaoyu said triumphantly: "This is the tradition of our Shushan Village, and the culture that has been passed down since ancient times has not been lost at all."

"Hehe, Lin Xiaoyu, I remember that you don't want to pick zong leaves every Dragon Boat Festival, okay?"

"Hurry up and work, don't show off here."

Lin Yang narrowed his eyes, and said angrily, this Lin Xiaoyu is still showing off to others, and he is the one who picks the zong leaves every year, okay?

Lin Xiaoyu gritted her teeth, and glared at Lin Yang bitterly, the elder brother must be too disrespectful to herself.

"Pfft, brothers and sisters are so interesting to quarrel, and I didn't expect there are so many rules in picking bamboo leaves."

"Hey, young people are so busy nowadays that they don't have time to experience making zongzi."

"However, we can watch the mountain owner make zongzi, which is called cloud zongzi."

The live broadcast room also wants to experience the culture of making zongzi. After all, most of the dumplings on the market are wrapped by machines, and there is no fun of doing it yourself.

There was a smile on the corner of Lin Yang's mouth: "By the way, there is one more."

"When choosing Zong leaves, the tender green new leaves are not suitable for picking, and the dark green leaves are generally selected, which are slightly older."

Tang Qingyuan's eyes showed doubts: "It shouldn't be. It stands to reason that glutinous rice wrapped in new leaves is more fragrant?"

"I feel like the aged leaves don't have that vibrancy."

Lin Yang shook his head, obviously Tang Qingyuan had entered into a misunderstanding.

"Think about it, only the dark green zong leaves have tough fibers, which can not only wrap enough glutinous rice, but also are not easy to break when steaming."

"And the new bamboo leaves can increase the flavor of the zongzi more than the old leaves."

Lin Yang has been picking zong leaves in Shushan Village for more than ten years, so he knows all these rules.

Tang Qingyuan didn't expect that the little bamboo leaf had so many rules, so it turned out that he was ignorant.

The corners of Lin Yang's lips rose: "Let's pick them quickly. I just happened to go over to see the dragon boat race."

The two nodded and quickly completed the work.

Lin Xiaoyu couldn't wait to make zongzi. Now Shushan Village still has a lot of bamboo rice, which must be more fragrant than glutinous rice.

"Brother, let's go back and make zongzi."

"I can't wait to eat zongzi now. I have already thought about the fillings and I will eat meat zongzi."

Lin Yang waved his hand: "Don't worry, let's go to the dragon boat race first to see the situation. I don't know how everyone is practicing."

Soon, Lin Yang arrived at the place where the dragon boat race was held, followed by drumming and shouting.

"Hey!"

I saw two dragon boats riding the wind and waves in the clear water lake, chasing each other, it was very lively.

For a while, the sound of gongs and drums sounded, and the fighting spirit was high, which made people excited. Many tourists were extremely excited and shouted loudly. The enthusiastic atmosphere at the scene was no less than a basketball game.

(End of this chapter)