Liu Changan put on his shoes and walked along the lotus pond back to the main road. Both sides of the moist and moist fields were covered with dense weeds. In recent years, there were fewer and fewer farmers in the village. Even if they did not go out to work, many young people were not interested in farm work. The clear path in the field that used to be stepped on was gradually submerged.
When more people walked, there were roads. When more people walked, there were roads.
In different times, there would always be different social problems, and then there would be different ways to solve them. Liu Changan did not have any regrets. Everyone had the right to do what they liked, and there was no obligation to sacrifice for others with a certain ideology. Some people would give up something to sacrifice, and these people were different.
Liu Changan walked along the road to Qingshan Town. The changes in the times did not cause all the traditions to disappear, but they became quieter with each passing day. Today, there was a market in Qingshan Town, and there were still elderly people who had been carrying their own crops or local products like fermented beans, chili sauce, dried fish, dried beans, tea leaves, and other such things to sell on the streets. As long as the products were good, business was good. The quality of life of the residents in the town was also improving, and they tended to like the products produced by the farmers.
Liu Changan looked at the things of the villagers and picked a jar of delicious chili sauce. His hometown, where he had shaved his head, was rich in chili sauce. It used to be a tribute in the Qing Dynasty. Nowadays, the local brand of chili sauce sold online made the mistake of catering to the tastes of most people. It lost the local characteristics and was mellow and spicy, without the salty taste of industrial products.
Qingshan Town was not a large town, with only two streets. It would take Liu Changan about twenty minutes to walk from beginning to end. Liu Changan looked around casually with the jar of chili sauce in his hand, reminiscing about the days when he used to go to the market in earlier years. At that time, people in the village would set off in pairs before dawn, carrying loads from nearby villages, hoping to get a good place in the town's market earlier. Later, bicycles became cheaper, so the old man rode a bicycle, carrying the old woman and the village goods, so he could set off later.
Liu Changan came to the crossroad of Qingshan Town, where the best Qingshan rice noodles in the whole town were. In the eyes of all the people in Qingshan Town, this was the most authentic Qingshan rice noodles. Other shops with the banner of Qingshan Rice Noodles all over the country were not as authentic as this one.
"A bowl of rice noodles with a fried egg." Liu Changan sat down. More than a dozen tables in front of the two storefronts were almost full of people. People who came to the market early didn't have time to eat breakfast at home, so they took the opportunity to taste this rice noodle that was not luxurious and not often eaten, but definitely memorable.
This shop had been open for decades. The owner had changed from a young man to an old man, and the waitress had also become an auntie.
Time passed quickly, but the taste did not change.
The rice noodles were served. There were pieces of red peppers falling on the white and chewy rice noodles. The red soup gave off the fragrance he remembered. The meat and toppings were secondary. Liu Changan picked up a piece with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth. He immediately had a feeling of aftertaste and satisfaction. He had tasted all kinds of soup noodles in the country, but this was the only one that made him yearn for it the most.
Liu Changan thought that the red soup spicy chicken powder he invented might be better, but there was nothing to be picky about the noodles he ate now.
Many people in Qingshan Town dreamed of opening a Qingshan Town rice noodles shop when they were young, but it seemed that no one could really replicate this pure taste. Only when they returned to their hometown and ate a bowl of the most authentic Qingshan Town rice noodles could they recall their childhood memories and taste.
Liu Changan stood up and looked at a few boys and girls who ate rice noodles in the nearby junior high school. He walked out of the shop and went to the Qingshan Machinery Factory's direct selling shop.
The boss of Qingshan Machinery Factory was surnamed Qin. His ancestral home was in Qingshan Town. He came back from Taiwan a few years ago to open a factory. This Qingshan Machinery Factory was the property of the Qin family. In addition to selling all kinds of agricultural machinery to Southeast Asia, it also produced rice noodles.
On the way, Liu Changan bought a big bag of rice noodles and went to the direct selling shop to buy a rice noodles machine. Then, he carried the chili sauce jar in one hand and the rice noodles machine in the other and continued to stroll around Qingshan Town.
At noon, Liu Changan strolled to the village under Qingshan Town and went to another town to stroll. In the afternoon, he went to the county town and bought old rice from the rice factory. He carried a big bag of rice and went to the former residence of Zeng Shatou. He admired the summer scenery of the lotus pond in front of the Public House and looked at the ancient books and history books of the Qing Dynasty. But without a doubt, among the civil and military officials in the modern history of Xiangnan, those with the surname Zuo and the surname Wang were obviously better than Zeng Shatou.
In the evening, Liu Changan slowly carried the rice noodles, the chili sauce jar, and the rice noodles machine. He carried a big bag of rice and walked to Jun Sha. After all, it would be too eye-catching if he carried so many things and ran so fast. Liu Changan could only pick the time and route to speed up. But when he returned home, it was still dawn of the next day.
Liu Changan washed his feet and changed his shoes. Then, he read the manual of the rice noodles machine seriously. Fortunately, the rice noodles machine did not follow the trend of adding cameras, computer chips, and AI systems. It was very easy to operate.
The simpler it was, the more practical it was. Liu Changan did not use the rice noodles machine today. He just washed and soaked the rice noodles bought from Qingshan Town in cold water for a while.
After doing all this, the sky was only slightly bright in the extreme east. Liu Changan went to the market to buy a little hen and put it in the carriage. Fortunately, he had fed it the night before yesterday. Although there was a long time in between, the breath of the coffin was a little hungry, but it did not have the feeling of raging.
Liu Changan closed the door of the carriage and let the little hen die. He also did not want to see how the coffin killed the little hen by robbing the breath of the little hen.
Zhou Shuling was ready to open the stall. Liu Changan took out the rest of the frozen spicy rooster and heated it up. Although it was not the freshest and most delicious time, it could still be used as a topping for the rice noodles.
"Your rice noodles seem to be different from Jun Sha's?" Zhou Shuling said with some surprise. It was not that she had not seen it before. It was just that Jun Sha rarely used this kind of rice noodles, which was about the thickness of a phone's charging cable.
"This rice noodles are especially chewy. In a while, you sell your soy milk, milk, buns, and dumplings. I will be responsible for making and selling the rice noodles." Lee Changan said.
"Okay." Zhou Shuling smiled. Together with Liu Changan, they pushed the breakfast stall out of the entrance of the residential area and set up the tables and chairs.
In fact, the elderly in the residential area were not very willing to eat in restaurants. They felt that it was unhygienic and nutritious. But for breakfast, they were more willing to take a walk and buy breakfast when they passed by. Zhou Shuling's business was also taken care of by the people in the residential area. The houses on the side of the street were all relatively old. Most of them were rented out to young office workers. They were also Zhou Shuling's important customers.
Liu Changan first made a bowl of rice noodles for himself and then made another for Zhou Shuling. Zhou Shuling said with a smile. He did not do any business, but she ate quite a lot.
"A bowl of rice noodles."
An extremely beautiful young woman stood in front of the breakfast stall. Looking at the aura she exuded, it was more like she should be sitting in the most luxurious restaurant, waiting for the meticulous service of the manager and chef, and not in front of this cheap breakfast stall.
"Ten yuan. Scan or cash?" Liu Changan said without raising his head.
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