Dad’s dog licking system

On the third day of "Longing", just after dawn, He Ling and Jiumei knocked on the doors of the men's and women's dormitories respectively.After waking them up, they began to assign today's tasks and participate in today's rice transplanting activities of the villagers.

Several people were very interested when they heard it. He Ling said to everyone: "There is a traditional cultural festival here [Yang Opening Day]. On this day, the village organizes villagers to gather together in the morning to make mochi and eat it. After eating, they go their separate ways. Go back to your own fields and open the rice fields to pull out and transplant the rice seedlings. If the family has a good labor force and can plant the rice seedlings quickly, the village chief will organize them to help the family with a small labor force and a slow transplanting speed. When all the rice fields have completed the rice transplanting work, the village We will organize a dinner for everyone to celebrate the end of the rice transplanting. People in the village say it is called closing. "

"It's a coincidence that today is their opening day! The task of the program team today is for all the guests to participate in today's activities. Everyone should hurry up and wash up, and then go to the village hall to make and eat mochi." He Ling finished his explanation. He took Jiumei back to the cabin.

About ten minutes later, six guests arrived one after another. Seeing that everyone was wearing long coats and trousers, they must have a certain sense of labor.

"Everyone is here, let's go!" After saying that, he led the way to the auditorium in the center of the village. The staff followed a few people. Ha Wanzhou also directed the camera crew to follow up and shoot. The person in charge of the live broadcast equipment Busy with control and processing, the drone in the sky also captured and transmitted all this to the live broadcast room.

When He Ling and his party arrived at the auditorium, it was already bustling with people and bustling!

There are about a dozen mochi mortars lined up in the auditorium. Some burly men are holding wooden hammers to hammer the glutinous rice in the stone mortars, while some women or experienced old people who are doing the work are turning the glutinous rice inside.Many children were playing hide-and-seek in the crowd, adding to the lively atmosphere of the festival for everyone playing mochi!

When the busy people saw the program crew and guests arriving, they suddenly felt a little timid and became cautious.The host, He Ling, realized that something was wrong and quickly said: "Dear fellow villagers, we are here to participate in your rice harvesting festival today and have a meal of mochi by the way. You won't be reluctant to part with it, right?"

Upon seeing this, the villagers expressed their welcome. Deng Chao and Jianlian thought they had the strength, so they took the wooden hammer from the hands of the two mochi makers and experienced the feeling of making mochi.At first, my hands were not steady and I didn't dare to use force. Sometimes the hammer hit the stone mortar, which made my arm numb from the shock.

The experienced mochi making master in the village saw this and taught the force exertion techniques, body coordination and the front and back position of the left and right feet.After some practice, the two gradually mastered the rhythm, and it was a great pleasure to "play".Zu Lan stood beside him eager to try, but his innate conditions were not good enough. The other villagers who were making mochi were unwilling to give him the hammer in their hands, fearing that if he, the "little boy", could not defeat the mochi, he would be injured. Got it!

After the mochi was ready, some masters twisting the mochi worked together. The snow-white and round mochi embryos, each about the size of a table tennis ball, fell like rain into a large basin filled with black sesame powder mixed with white sugar. , and then some women took long chopsticks and quickly stirred these white balls in the sesame powder a few times, and these white beads instantly turned into black beads.The person in charge of plating puts these mochi coated in black sesame candy onto plates one by one and brings them to the table.

When more than 20 round tables in the auditorium were filled with plates of mochi, the village head Jiang Yongnian gave a few symbolic words, especially emphasizing his warm welcome to the program team and guests, and announced the opening day of the rice harvest. The mochi feast is about to begin!

In Villa No. 1 of the Magic City, Niuniu looked at an extra plate of fragrant mochi on the table than usual for breakfast, and then looked at the scene of eating mochi on TV and said: "Papa! Today we also have mochi to eat! This Where did Mochi come from?”

"Dad made this himself! Baby, try it and see if it tastes good?"

Chu Yang received a call from Jiang Yongnian yesterday, inviting him to participate in Jiangjia Village’s rice-planting day today to eat mochi. Jiang Yongnian knew that Chu Yang had brought all this to them. More than ten families in the village had joined the ranks of farmhouses. , and they are all ready to open and receive guests at any time.

In the past two days, Jiang Yongnian and a group of villagers who had taken care of the hotel and accommodation were very uneasy. On the one hand, they already knew through the Internet that Jiangjia Village was now famous. Many people already knew about their village and the current TV station filming variety shows here. , on the other hand, they are confused about whether anyone will visit their village in the future and whether their farmhouse can be opened.So yesterday he called Chu Yang, his benefactor, hoping that he could go to Jiangjia Village to take command.

Chu Yang knew that his daughter would watch the scene of his mother, Wang Zihan, and a group of people eating mochi this morning. In order to prevent his daughter from having regrets, he exchanged the raw materials for making mochi from the space early in the morning. Of course, the stone mortar and wooden hammer were not needed. .A master at the Nascent Soul stage still needs these tools to make mochi, so how can he be worthy of his own magic power?

"Wow! Daddy! This mochi is so delicious! Daddy, hurry up and eat it. Aunt Song, come and try the mochi made by my daddy. It's really delicious!" Chu Xiaoyue took a bite of the mochi and chewed it. , my mouth was full of fragrance, sweet and soft, and extremely delicious, so I urged Chu Yang and Song Liying to share the delicious food together!