Love after marriage with a husband

The trees in the mountain stretch all the way to the foot of the mountain, forming a forest behind Fang Zhongshan's tile-roofed house.

Because of the tall trees, the woods behind the house are dark and oppressive even in the daytime, and the sun cannot penetrate. It is no wonder that there are various versions of horror stories in the village hunters.

Because of the need to collect herbs, Fang Zhongshan has been to many places, and some herbs are often picked in the dark because of their own personality.

Because he was used to walking at night, when he entered the woods, he didn't have any scruples. He just walked forward, waving the stone knife in his hand from time to time, so as to cut off the weeds blocking the way and drive away those who might hide in the dark. of snakes and insects.

Jiang Ran was frightened in his heart. From the moment he went out, he stuck to Fang Zhongshan's back tightly. After he had walked most of the way, he finally mustered up the courage and looked around boldly.

There is no scary scene as imagined, and what catches the eye is only the most unusual forest scenery.

There are especially many wild fruit trees in Duwu Mountain, and this wild forest is also affected by it, full of fruit trees and tall and burly cypresses.

Xiao Shuang'er grew up in Jiangcun, which is not surrounded by mountains or forests, so Jiang Ran has never been in such a large forest.

He looked up in amazement at the densely covered green branches and leaves above his head, and occasionally a few squirrels or other small animals sprinted past his feet.

Jiang Ran liked these cute furs from the bottom of his heart, and unknowingly let go of the corner of Fang Zhongshan's clothes that he was holding.

"How? I'm right?" Fang Chongshan was sensitive to the movement behind him, and immediately turned his head and smiled at Xiao Shuang'er: "From ancient times to the present, where has no one died? It's just that there is no death. It’s just a nonsense legend based on it.”

Jiang Ran was still a little apprehensive, and put his index finger on his lips to ask Fang Zhongshan to keep quiet, not to say any more unlucky words.

Fang Zhongshan followed him and continued to walk deep.

Midsummer is the time when the wild fruits are stretched and full. Fang Zhongshan glanced over and recognized several fruit trees that he was familiar with and had seen on Duwu Mountain.

Probably because few people bothered them, the fruits in the forest grew unscrupulously, and some fell to the ground because they were too ripe, and were occasionally pecked by birds or small animals.

Jiang Ran happily ran under the tree, opened her bright eyes, and stretched out her hand happily: "Wild green plum, Shanlihong, June melon..."

"There are also these in the village, but there are too many people and few trees. Some of the fruits are still green when they first grow, and they were picked early in the morning."

Xiao Shuang'er turned her head and sighed happily to Fang Zhongshan: "This forest is so good that no one else dares to come in. All the fruits in it belong to us!"

As if he was hit on the head suddenly by a rich treasure, Jiang Ran looked at the fruit with all his eyes, and he had long forgotten what Lin Feng said earlier about the hanged ghost and Ye Linzi.

Fang Zhongshan wasn't very interested in fruit. What caught his attention was not far away, a huge rotten tree that collapsed suddenly for unknown reasons and lay on the ground.

With sharp eyes, he saw the two clumps of small umbrellas growing out from the decayed tree roots. Fang Zhongshan couldn't help but his heart skipped a beat. He hurried over and squatted down to take a closer look. Small ganoderma bushes.

The color is smooth, like pieces of small sculptures.

Ganoderma lucidum likes a humid and rotten environment the most. This forest is not exposed to sunlight all year round, so it is most suitable for the growth of Ganoderma lucidum bushes.

Resisting the excitement in his heart, Fang Zhongshan raised his hand and counted them carefully. There were about five or six small ganodermas that hadn't matured yet, each of which was dark and glowing, really cute.

They are all small ganoderma that have not yet grown up. Fang Zhongshan was not in a hurry to pick them off, but picked up a few withered leaves from the side and covered them next to the ganoderma, hoping to wait for them to mature one by one. Come back and pick again.

This place is taboo in Linzi Village, and no one would come to it usually. Fang Zhongshan was very relieved, and he even thought of a plan that he had considered a long time ago.

In Da'an State, there is a close relationship network between the medicine people and the pharmacies. The medicine people go to the mountains to collect valuable medicinal materials and sell them to the pharmacies, and the pharmacies give back money as rewards.

But in Fang Zhongshan's point of view, such a network of relationships is too weak and narrow. Looking for herbs on the mountain is all about luck, and God's favor for food. If artificial planting of herbs can be realized, the situation may be better. on many.

Perhaps, when we get to Fengyun Pharmacy, we can talk about this idea with Cai Xuan, and see if we can make artificially cultivated herbal medicine successfully.

Just when Fang Zhongshan was thinking about it, Jiang Ran couldn't wait to hold a hand of wild fruit, ran over and smiled happily: "There are so many reds in the mountains here!"

"Although the red in the mountains is sour, it's good to eat a few once in a while or soak it in water to drink."

Fang Chongshan looked very familiar with the mountain red that Xiao Shuanger said. When he was a child, the old people who walked the streets often sold it to make candied haws.

Fang Chongshan picked one up, wiped it casually, and stuffed it into his mouth. The taste of the sandy glutinous rice was still the same as before, but it was very sour.

Seeing that his face was wrinkled because of the excessive sour taste, Jiang Ran looked funny and ridiculous, and couldn't help but laughed aloud: "It's not ripe yet! You have to take it home and soak it to hydrolyze the sour taste before you can eat it."

"If you are in such a hurry to eat, your teeth will be sore that you will even drink your saliva."

Seeing him laughing happily, Fang Chongshan suddenly became playful, and jokingly wanted to give Xiao Shuang'er the leftover half of the bite, but Xiao Shuang'er took half a step back, waving his hands again and again to refuse.

The Shanlihong eaten in vain is too sour, but if it is made into candied haws, the taste will become sweet and sour.

Fang Zhongshan still remembers that when he was a child, his mother was still alive, but because of financial difficulties, he couldn't afford the candied haws sold outside, so he simply saved money and weighed some white sugar to boil it into syrup, and made it at home by himself.

At that time, he often helped to do things, and he also learned to make simple candied haws under the influence of his ears and eyes.

Thinking that the white sugar bought in Fanyang City had never been touched, Fang Zhongshan suddenly became interested in holding the round Shanlihong, and said to Xiao Shuanger: "Why don't you pick more Shanlihong and go back while you are free these few days?" It's okay, I'll make you a snack."

He looked down at the wild green plums that fell to the ground because they were too ripe, and silently put the pickled fruit into the process in his heart.

Ever since he tasted the wonderful taste of roasted rabbit meat, Jiang Ran, a foodie by nature, trusted Fang Zhongshan's craftsmanship so much that he pulled the bamboo basket on his back without saying a word.

As he stuffed the fruit into it, he cheerfully calculated his abacus: "If it tastes delicious, I can give some to Uncle Lin and Uncle Jiang, and I can take some to the city to give to Mr. Ye and Doctor Cai."

Xiao Shuang'er wrestled her fingers and counted one by one, then suddenly raised her head and said to Fang Chongshan, "Maybe I can give some to Xiaopingan, Xiaopingan likes to eat hickory nuts so much, maybe he also likes to eat Shanlihong."

When entering the forest, Fang Zhongshan and Jiang Ran each carried a small bamboo basket, and when they came out, both baskets were filled to the brim.

Xiao Shuang'er changed her cowardly look before, holding the fruit, her dimples deepened a little, and on the way back, even her walking steps became much lighter.

As soon as they got home, Fang Zhongshan and Fang Zhongshan took a basin full of cold mountain spring water, poured out all the wild fruits in the basket, squatted beside them and washed them slowly.

Fang Zhongshan stood in front of the stove and was busy making syrup.

The sugar bought in Fanyang City is said to be white sugar, but in fact the workmanship is not as fine as that of the later generations, and many of them are large particles that have not been completely separated. In Fang Zhongshan's view, this kind of white sugar is actually small rock sugar. .

Making syrup is extremely simple. A sufficient proportion of water and sugar is sticky and boiled in the stove for a while, and gradually turns slightly burnt yellow and gradually becomes sticky.

Seeing that the heat was almost ready, Fang Chongshan washed Xiao Shuang'er early in the morning, took a string of Shanlihong strung on bamboo sticks, put them in the syrup, and rolled them around in a circle.

The red fruit is wrapped in clear syrup, which makes it look more lovely and cute. Fang Zhongshan shook his hand quickly, shaking off the excess juice, and carefully took out the formed candied haws, and put it on a plate to cool. with.

Jiang Ran likes to eat sugar, but white sugar has always been a rare thing in the village, except for the occasional occasion when the adults put some on their mouths to taste the taste during the New Year and holidays, it is very rare to eat at other times.

Fang Zhongshan was fine, he directly poured out more than half of the precious white sugar, put it into the stove and boiled it into syrup. Although Jiang Ran didn't say it, he felt distressed secretly.

When he saw the Shanlihong wrapped in syrup, each one was translucent and bright, it looked cute and attractive, Jiang Ran's longing eyes stared at it for a moment.

Fang Zhongshan couldn't laugh or cry when he looked like a greedy cat, he pinched a piece of Shanlihong that had just been wrapped in syrup and was still slightly steaming and stuffed it.

The temperature of the sweet and soft syrup is just right, and because of the infiltration of sweetness, the Shanlihong, which was originally sour on the teeth, also becomes sweet.

The sourness of the wild fruit and the sweetness and mellowness of the syrup are very suitable, and it has a wonderful effect of turning decay into magic.

Jiang Ran opened his eyes wide, and couldn't help reaching out to Fang Zhongshan for another one.

Fang Chongshan had nothing to do with him, so he simply handed over the whole plate, and said in his mouth: "Don't eat too much in one go, be careful that you will feel nauseated."

Jiang Ran nodded his head twice indiscriminately, his eyes were only on the red fruit, and he didn't hear Fang Zhongshan's words at all.

Fang Zhongshan wrapped the remaining Shanlihong in syrup and put it on the table to stand.

Taking time to look at Xiao Shuang'er, he had already eaten a whole plate of Shanlihong, even the syrup that stuck to the plate was not willing to let go.

Fang Zhongshan: "..."

Jiang Ran paused, bowed his head a little guilty and admitted his mistake: "I was wrong, I shouldn't eat so much."

He smiled flatteringly again, and said: "Brother Zhongshan made it all so delicious, I couldn't stop eating one by one for a while."

The fruit pulp of Shanlihong dyed a circle of red around the corner of Xiao Shuang'er's mouth, looking dull and silly.

Fang Zhongshan raised his hand to the corner of his mouth, trying to wipe off the stain, but he was not reluctant to part with the fruit, and scolded indulgently: "Even though it is covered with syrup, the sour taste is still there, eat so much in one go, wait After a while, you will feel better, but you will feel better."

Jiang Ran didn't believe him, it was sour, sweet and delicious!

There are at least a hundred pieces of Shanlihong piled up on the table.

Xiao Shuanger stared at the remaining Shanlihong on the table, and asked anxiously, "How did Brother Zhongshan make so many? Even if you open your belly, you can't eat it!"

Fang Chongshan arranged the stringed Shanlihong neatly, smiled and said to Xiao Shuang'er: "This is not just for the two of us to eat... I am going to share some and sell it at the street stalls in the West Market .”

"According to the current weather, Shanlihong is the easiest to spoil, so it can be preserved by wrapping it in syrup, and it will be given a different name when the time comes."

Jiang Ran tilted his head and asked curiously: "Shan Dingzi is called Hickory, so what should Shanlihong be called?"

Fang Zhongshan looked down at the bright red string in his hand, a trace of nostalgia flashed in his eyes, and he replied in a low voice: "Let's call it candied haws."

Xiao Shuang'er was confused, he really couldn't understand how the good-looking Shanlihong could have something to do with the gourd?

However, looking at Fang Zhongshan's inadvertent smile, Jiang Ran suddenly felt that the name Bingtanghulu sounded good.

Except for Shanlihong, June melon and wild green plums were also picked. Zhongshan simply took out the remaining white sugar, marinated the wild fruits one by one, and sealed them in jars.

According to his experience, it only takes five to six days to marinate the candied fruit.

It is convenient and fast, but also good for preservation. It is really a good idea.

Together with Jiang Ran, Fang Zhongshan set aside the part to be distributed to family and friends, and planned to take the rest to Fanyang City, find a chance to set up a stall again, and earn some money to supplement the family.

Jiang Ran ate a large plate of candied haws in one go. At the beginning, she didn't feel anything wrong. When the sun gradually set and it was almost time for dinner, she slowly felt something was wrong.

His teeth were so sour that even taking a sip of porridge felt as if it had been scraped by a razor blade, it was cold and painful.

The two cheeks were even more numb, and it was difficult to even speak.

Jiang Ran was so frightened that she covered her cheeks and asked Fang Zhongshan for help with a mournful face, thinking that she was poisoned by eating the wrong food.

"Brother Zhongshan, it's sore and swollen, the root of the tongue is numb and hurts, will I not be able to eat in the future?" Xiao Shuang'er became more and more frightened as she talked, and big tears dripped down.

Choking and sobbing softly, he still didn't forget to worry about Fang Chongshan: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo... Save yourself some time!"

"..."

Fang Chongshan was amused and angry at the same time. Seeing that he was in severe pain, he became worried. He quickly filled the spring water with ice compresses for him, and coaxed him in a low voice with a wry smile: "You are really a little fool, what is poisoning? It is obviously from eating. Too much Shanlihong, sour teeth hurt!"

"I told you, don't eat too much, don't eat too much, you, but you are greedy and don't listen, are you suffering now? You are not allowed to eat anything else for the past two days, just drink porridge, and you will be fine in a few days." OK."