The paper fell into my hand and was used to wrap Thirteen fragrances in a small way.

The pepper is good, the pepper is fragrant, and the pepper is particularly long-lasting, [.]

It is indispensable for stewed fish and meat, but it is strong in frying, cooking and frying.

When cooking, it is seasoned without peppercorns.

If you want to ask where the peppercorns are produced, Linzhou, Jiangnan is my hometown.

The vast amount of materials, star anise, are produced in Bajiao Mountain, Guangxi.

There are many treasures on Bajiao Mountain, but only the big ingredients taste fresh.

If you ask what the ingredients are for, it is the freshest stewed fish and meat.

The red meat elbow is made into a jar of meat, and it is not fresh without large ingredients.

Dried ginger is old, old dried ginger, the older the dried ginger, the more delicious it becomes.

People will have a better experience when they get older, and the longer the taste will be.

Mix fresh vegetables, cook fresh soup, add some dried ginger to make it more fragrant.

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"Thirteen fragrance, Thirteen fragrance..." Liu Junhao's rough voice seemed to be ups and downs, and at the same time, he knocked the foreign porcelain basin beside him to jingle, as if dubbing.

"College student, can you speak softly? You knock on people so hard that no one has come to tell fortunes for a long time." An old man with oily sweat on his forehead complained loudly. While he said, he fanned a few old newspapers, trying to bring a coolness to himself.

Although the weather in April is not too hot, the sun has also become more vicious these days. The two of them set up stalls are just in front of the semi-desolate grain warehouse, where there is not even a shade of trees, which is very hot.

"Liang Dapao, you call me an egg, and you fool you all day long. Who can tell me what you do? Have you never heard of the fate of a human being? If you really have the ability, why don't you calculate how to make a fortune? If you cheat and cheat, one day the police station will arrest you."

"My mom, why are you talking? You are so old, you still graduated from high school." Liang Dapao was also angry when he said, "Who said I fool people? I am a scientific fortune teller. Do you understand? You make some sawdust dregs, grassroots and tree bark, pretending to be Thirteen Scents. I haven't reported it to the government yet."

"My mother might have died long ago, and it's useless to think about it." Liu Junhao said, then loudly knocked on the foreign porcelain basin next to him, and a jingling sound rang again.

"You..., I'm unlucky. Old Man Liu was so blind when he was alive. How could he adopt you, a little beast?" Liang Dapao was angry for a moment and even cursed.

"Liang Dapao, no matter how much you scold me, you are not allowed to mention Old Man Liu. Whoever mentions me and who is anxious!" Liu Junhao's face sank, no longer having the intention of joking.

"It's still amazing, why... I won't say it anymore." Liang Dapao was about to continue joking, but suddenly he saw that the child was really angry and did not dare to continue to bury Old Man Liu. He just cursed: "I'm your ancestor, I just scolded your mother and you smiled. When I mentioned Old Man Liu, you wouldn't let him scold him. It's really evil..."

He actually knew in his heart that Liu Junhao could let others scold his ancestors for 18 generations, but he was indeed very filial to Old Man Liu who raised him. A few months ago, when the wife of Liujiagou village chief was herding sheep, she tied the sheep to Old Man Liu's grave, but the two sheep chewed the two trees on Old Man Liu's grave without looking like it. When Liu Junhao found out, he picked up a kitchen knife and blocked the door of the village chief's house without saying a word, forcing the village chief to apologize to him in a low voice, promising to plant two trees on Old Man Liu's grave next year.

Qingshan Town is located at the foot of Daliang Mountain. Because the large area of ​​primeval forests on the mountain are lush, it is named Qingshan Town. This town is very small, with only a hundred families. Lighting a cigarette can make you walk around the town.

Speaking of which, the street is actually opened by residents on both sides of the main road, with only a cross street, but it also forms a small market, which is divided into restaurants and restaurants. Although the town is small, it is simple and natural, as if it is a paradise.

Liu Junhao and Liang Dapao were located on these few square meters of territory. Liu Junhao's nickname was "College Student". He had a long time ago. Later, when he was in high school, the title became even louder. Although he was expelled from the school because of a fight, he was also called a college student. This was originally a joke by the people in the town, but he was very calm and let others call him.

Previously, the old man Liu, who was adopted by Liang Dapao, was an old bachelor who usually made a living by tinkering with Thirteen Xiang. When he was alive, he treated him as his own son. He originally looked down on his old age and raised him from five to fifteen. Who knew that in the end he could not stand the summons of the King of Hell, and left a mess for Liu Junhao.

Originally, Liu Junhao was not a good boy, but now he lost his constraints and was driven back by the school. The village saw that he had given him three acres of land, but like Old Man Liu, he didn't want to farm at home in a proper manner, so he packed up the guy again and learned from Old Man Liu to sell Thirteen Incense.

Seven things in life: firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea. As long as you make a living related to life, you can make money. These thirteen fragrances are also a necessity for life. Therefore, Liu Junhao can also take care of life with three walnuts and two dates a day.

Liang Dapao's experience is similar to Old Man Liu, and he is also a bachelor. His fortune telling stall was placed with Old Man Liu's Thirteen Scent Stand, and the relationship between the two was also good, so he took good care of the young man Liu Junhao. Although he was angry just now, he was not really angry. He was still a little envious of Old Man Liu. This old guy died and raised a filial son.

In rural areas, adding graves during the Qingming Festival is to burn paper money on the graves of elders and then add two iron shovels to stabilize the graves. Because the rain and wind blows over a year, a lot of soil on the graves are washed away by water. In fact, this is symbolic. No family will really add much soil to the graves. Because graves also occupy arable land these days, and the gnomes in the mountains are expensive, you are not happy to have more farming. Therefore, when plowing the land, you will plow the graves a little bit. Year after year, some graves die out like this.

Old Man Liu's grave was the Feng Shui that Liang Dapao showed. It was on a hillside, but it was other people's farmland, so people naturally didn't let him bury it. However, Liu Junhao had a way, so he exchanged three acres of good land for people to two and a half acres of mountain land. He buried Old Man Liu's grave every year. In four years, the grave was nearly two meters high, and it looked like a fort from a distance.

This filial piety alone made Liang Dapao envious. When he thought that he would have to be a personal retirement in a hundred years, he tentatively said: "College student, how about you be your grandson?"

"Go to your uncle, why don't you be my grandson?" Liu Junhao immediately cursed.

"Cough cough..." Liang Dapao naturally knew that he had misunderstood. He was about to explain, but suddenly he coughed again. He stood up with a wretched smile and shouted loudly, "Government, government, I'm going to take over the stall now..."

"Who?" Liu Junhao turned his head in surprise and found a woman of twenty-seven or eight years old standing four or five meters away, holding a few paint tubes in his hand, standing there pretty.

He also knows this woman, Li Yu, the wife of Mayor Qi, and the township propaganda committee member. Now town-level cadres do not attach much importance to propaganda work. They think that it seems to be optional in the countryside. Propaganda means writing information and uploading and issuing it. Therefore, Qi Changfa asked his wife to be a propaganda committee member, but no one opposed it, but he didn't know what the woman came here for.

If you don’t let the stalls be set up casually, it’s the business of the Industrial and Commercial Bureau. It seems that it’s not her turn to be the propaganda committee member, but she also thinks that the propaganda committee member is also in charge of cultural stations, radio stations and other departments, and Liang Dapao’s feudal superstition is also a management category. From this perspective, it’s not abrupt that Li Yu appears here.

"No matter you today, you let us let us do it. We will paint slogans on the wall." Li Yu smiled and pointed to the wall of the grain warehouse behind them, which was painted with white space.

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