Zhao Cheng and Zhou Rushuang worked hard for a long time, and finally collected enough travel valleys. In the process, Zhou Rushuang unexpectedly discovered a pile of soybeans growing in the wasteland.
If these soybeans were peeled out, they would be as much as half a tank, which made Zhou Rushuang very happy.
When it gets dark, Zhao Cheng has almost all the raw materials to prepare. First, he boils water to clean the vat, and then boils the valley.
While Zhao Cheng was busy, Zhou Rushuang had already cooked the meal, and the two of them had dinner around the bonfire in the open space outside the temple.
"Husband, I practiced the flute today, but I didn't play well."
"Hmm." Zhao Cheng was still thinking about Dashunzhai, although it seemed that there were some hidden risks in this matter. Chief Hong obviously wanted to suppress Dashunzhai.
If his monosodium glutamate brings Dashunzhai back to life, he will naturally attract the attention of Mr. Hong.
Zhao Cheng did not underestimate the head catcher. The head catcher in Qinghe County had a position equivalent to that of the county police chief, but his power was much greater than in modern society.
In this era of eating people without spitting out their bones, it is easy to put yourself in danger if you offend a head catcher.
Zhao Cheng is not a passionate young man. On the contrary, his business career in his previous life has tempered him to be very calm. When he learned that Dashunzhai's enemy was the county's head catcher, he thought of this.
"Husband?" Seeing Zhao Cheng holding a bowl in a daze, Zhou Rushuang called him.
Only then did Zhao Cheng wake up: "Oh, what did you just say?"
Zhou Rushuang's face was a little red in the firelight: "I don't practice the flute well, husband, can you teach me?"
"I can teach you, but you have to be obedient." Zhao Cheng took two mouthfuls of rice, thinking of the matchmaker two days ago and Hu Laoliu yesterday, and he was a little worried about Rushuang's safety.
"Don't go out to look for food recently. I'm already thinking of a way." As he said this, Zhao Cheng pointed to the pot over there where the rice was cooked.
"When this work is completed, we will get a lot of money, and then we will move to the county town."
Zhou Rushuang sat quietly by the bonfire, listening to Zhao Chengyou talk about his future life sentence by sentence. With the crackling sound of the bonfire, he felt inexplicably at ease.
She held her chin and looked at Zhao Cheng with sparkling eyes. Although she didn't know whether what he said would come true, she felt very happy.
After boiling, the paddy must be put into a vat for fermentation. Yoghurt is used for this step.
Because special bacteria in yogurt can convert the protein in the glutamate into glutamic acid, this is a very critical step.
In order to buy this jar of yogurt, Zhao Cheng traveled all over Qinghe County and finally bought it at the home of a sheep farmer in the south of the city.
Zhao Cheng took the yogurt jar from next to the two large vats and filled a bowl for Zhou Rushuang first.
"Rushuang, do you like yogurt?"
Zhou Rushuang had never eaten before, so she shook her head and looked curiously at the bowl handed over by Zhao Cheng, which was filled with white and sticky stuff.
"Hurry up and take it, this is very delicious. If there is sugar, it would be better. Let's eat the one without sugar today, and I will buy you the one with sugar in the future."
In addition to filling a bowl for Zhou Rushuang, the rest of the yogurt was poured into the vat and stirred together with the warm cereals.
Zhao Cheng covered the cylinder with a straw curtain and clapped his hands. After a busy day, he was finally done.
As for how much glutamic acid can be produced after fermentation, it depends on God's will. After all, such simple conditions are incomparable with industrial production in a modern environment.
Zhou Rushuang held the yogurt bowl and ate it in small bites. If natural yogurt is fermented just right, it will not be sour, but as the fermentation time increases, it will become more and more sour.
The yogurt from this farmer has just been fermented for a short time. It tastes slightly sour, but it is not overly sour.
In addition to the sour taste, there is also a natural milky aroma, which melts in your mouth and fills your mouth with a rich milky aroma.
Zhao Cheng patted the dust off his body, walked over and sat next to Zhou Rushuang, and took out the flute from her waist.
"I can't play many tunes, but I really like the melodious sound of the flute."
In fact, when Zhao Cheng is under pressure, he always likes to calm himself down in music.
Although Zhou Rushuang carries this bamboo flute with him every day, it is well preserved and the reed film on it is not warped.
Zhao Cheng put the flute across his lips and looked at the lights on every house in Zhoujia Village not far away. Along with the smoke from the cooking pots and the chirping of autumn insects at night, he felt that it would be more appropriate to play a song to return to the Dreamer.
Along with the long sound of the flute, a touching melody of Dreaming of Dreams flowed out from the bamboo flute, as if this desolate ruined temple and the late autumn bonfire were dyed with romantic colors in an instant.
Zhou Rushuang had never heard such a beautiful piece of music before, and couldn't help but put down the yogurt bowl and listen to the flute quietly.
She turned her head and looked at Zhao Cheng's vague outline in the darkness, trying to remember his appearance deeply in her heart.
After playing the song, Zhao Cheng returned the flute: "If you like this song, I will teach it to you."
Zhou Rushuang already understood the basic fingering techniques, but he was still very unfamiliar with it, so he couldn't play the tune.
Zhao Cheng had nothing to do at this time, so he carefully explained to her the fingering methods of playing the flute and some playing techniques.
"Husband, you just said this is a song. Can you teach it to me? When I learn how to sing it, I can slowly play it to you."
"Okay, I'll teach you." Zhao Cheng walked to the bonfire and wrote the lyrics on the ground with a branch by the light of the fire.
"The moonlight is cold and cold, the void is filled with dreams, and many past events are being reminisced. The ice kettle and the jade weight seem to be in a hurry, and the past is like a dream."
Zhao Cheng casually wrote down the lyrics of "Return to Dreams", but he used simplified Chinese characters.
Zhou Rushuang stood aside and watched him write, while chanting softly and memorizing it carefully.
"Wangshu sword, shooting sun bow, my fate is determined by my fate. Love is thousands of miles away, trust meets again, autumn is in full swing."
"The clouds are rushing across the four seas, the world of mortals is lingering, and the books are sent to me. The five colors are weak, and I live in the shade of the parasol tree and the drunken flowers, in the Phoenix Palace."
As she recited softly, she thought: My husband is very talented in literature, so this song must have been written by him.
The phrase "My fate is determined by God" must be the husband's expression of his lofty ambitions. He is really broad-minded, but I don't know who he refers to in the words "love for thousands of miles" and "faithful meeting".
If one day, my husband and I are thousands of miles apart, I don't know how to "send a letter to my loved ones".
Then she immediately denied such an idea. As long as she was with her husband every day and never separated again, how could she be thousands of miles apart?
One night passed, when the roosters sang at dawn and the east became white, a group of more than thirty people set off from Qinghe County in cars and horses and headed towards Zhoujia Village.
The carriage looked simple from the outside, with no markings or patterns, but inside it was extremely luxurious. Bai Jingtao sat hugging the quilt, yawning and said, "Why do you have to get up so early? It's not yet dawn, let me sleep a little longer."
