Time flies like flowing water, and in a blink of an eye it is the seventh day of the lunar month again.

By this time, everyone on holiday had already started work, and Songjiabao finally returned to its past quietness and was no longer as noisy as it was during holidays.

The weather during the Spring Festival this year is hotter than usual and it doesn’t rain, so there are many people coming to Songjiabao to visit, and there are a lot of children and teenagers on holiday in the village, which is very lively and noisy. The floors in Songjiabao that tourists visit are almost trampled by tourists. However, some people in the fort who have converted their houses into B&Bs and small shops made a lot of money, as are the shops and restaurants on the streets outside.

At this time, the renovation of the old house was also put on the agenda. The old men from Song Wen and Song Hu decided to start construction after they worshiped the God of Heaven on the ninth day of the lunar month.

Pei'er left after the third year of junior high school, like the free wind, quietly coming, just as she went quietly. However, she left a lot of drawings for the hotel design. Originally, the hotel was going to hire a local and navy master in the village to build it, but unfortunately these rural masters couldn't understand the drawings. Helplessly, Song Wen had to ask his uncle Song Yuanzhi to find a construction engineering team in the city to build it.

After demolishing the house and digging the foundation, we were about to start driving piles. However, the rain came, so we had to put it on.

Perhaps it was because it didn’t rain much in autumn and winter, and the rain that had been accumulated for a long time suddenly became endless.

The spring rain is light and thin, making people unable to hear the drizzle, but they only feel like warm clouds and mist, silently moistening the earth.

Song Wen stood in front of the window, looking at the rain falling like silk threads in front of him, scenes of the past suddenly surged into his heart.

It was an early spring morning, and I was so excited that I left my hometown with a shabby backpack.

Because of the beautiful praises in the poem and the legendary stories, he chose West Lake for the first stop. He came to Hangzhou, walked down the platform, followed the road in front of the platform, and walked casually. He came to the edge of West Lake.

The water is shimmering and beautiful when it is sunny, and the mountains are misty and strange when it is raining.

If you want to compare West Lake with Xizi, it is always appropriate to wear heavy makeup.

In the past, he always didn't understand everything described in the poem, but when he arrived by the lake, he understood it.

The lake is clear and clear, like jade. The distant mountains are like dark white, and the rippling waves are like the eyes of lovers, which are so lovely.

At that moment, the softest part in his heart seemed to be hit by lightning and trembled. So he stayed by the West Lake for three months, reading all the scenery of the lake and mountains, and then began to pursue his youthful dream again.

That day, it was also like this. He gently caressed the tender buds of the thin willows by the lake, and his heart was filled with a different kind of sorrow, not the sorrow of parting or affection, but the sorrow that he forced to write new poems.

The rain outside the window gradually became heavier, dense, continuous, soft, like love.

Under the nourishment of spring rain, apples and red dates planted in the courtyard in winter began to grow tender green buds. The grass by the lake also grew up under the nourishment of rain. In the distance, the bamboo forests in the distance stretched out their branches and leaves as the spring rain moistened, and greedily sucked the sweet rain. Under the ground, new bamboo shoots slowly grew stronger.

After a while, the rain became lighter. It was as light as fallen leaves, as thin as needle tips, and a little, densely sprinkled towards the earth; as if it was about to wash away the traces left by winter. A wisp of mist floated from the lake in the distance, covering the lake, like a veil covering the face of a passionate girl, as if it was clear and hazy.

As the spring rain comes, bamboo shoots grow straight upwards. If you don’t dig, you can emerge from the ground in one day, and the taste will be bitter.

So early in the morning, Song Wen wore rainproof clothes and rain boots, held a pickaxe and a bag, and went up the mountain to dig bamboo shoots with his father.

In recent years, agricultural product prices have soared, and the harvest of growing bamboo shoots is abundant. But many people do not understand the bitterness in it.

The reason why I plant bamboo shoots depends on rainwater. There is too much rainwater, but I am afraid that if there is too much, the mountain road will be difficult to walk and the bamboo shoots are difficult to dig; if there is less rainwater, I am afraid that the bamboo shoots will not be able to come out. For example, if there is no rainwater in autumn and winter, there will be not much bamboo shoots and not much money. During this period, I have to apply fertilizer, turn over soil, and cut bamboo, all kinds of things, so I am so tired that I am almost exhausted.

Moreover, when digging bamboo shoots, they shuttle through the bamboo forest, and the face and hands are often scratched by bamboo leaves. If the skin is a little tender, a blood mark will be drawn, which will make itchy. Especially when the bamboo forest in Song Wen’s family is in the mountains, the road is difficult to walk, and it’s very tiring to dig bamboo shoots. Sometimes, the next day, the back is sore, the feet are cramped, and the hands and waist are hurt. Perhaps, it is the easiest to collect money.

In fact, in many places, those who grow bamboo will dig trenches and bury water pipes in the bamboo forest. If they encounter droughts without rain, they will sprinkle water, so that they will not be afraid of bad bamboo shoot yields; some even drive mountain roads in the bamboo forest, and drive directly when digging bamboo shoots, saving time to walk and not being so tiring.

Song Wen also wanted to do this, but unfortunately he invested all the money in the store and owed his elder brother a lot of money, so he didn't have any money to do this. As for asking his father for money for this, there was no need to think about it. If he continued to invest, he would rather not take it out even if he was tired.

It was still raining in the sky, and drops of rain dripped from the raincoat's hat, making people feel a little cold. In early spring, the weather was a little cold. But when you walk around, it became much warmer.

Although Song Yuanshui is over fifty years old, he is strong, walks with windy steps, and is quicker in the bamboo forest than Song Wen. However, Song Wen felt a little guilty when he looked at his gray hair. He was so big that he would have to work so hard for his father. He was really not a son.

"Dad, I'll dig next time. You don't have to come up. That's all, I can dig it alone."

"It's raining now, and the bamboo shoots grow fast and pop up all of a sudden. How can you dig it alone? While I can still move, I will dig it for you. When I can't walk, you can't even dig it."

The father and son walked inside while talking, and their figures slowly disappeared into the bamboo forest.

It rained, and the traces of bamboo shoots that emerged from the ground could no longer be seen, so they could only dig them based on their experience. Song Wen was still a young man in this regard. If he hadn't been there, he wouldn't know how to dig bamboo shoots.

Following the instructions of his father, Song Wen took the pickaxe and dug out a bamboo shoot. He looked up and wiped the water stains on his head, not knowing whether it was rain or sweat. He suddenly saw tender green buds growing on the bamboo branches. At this time, he suddenly remembered the method of making bamboo leaf wine and bamboo leaf tea recorded in "Luo'an Essay".

The book says that making bamboo leaf wine and bamboo leaf tea must be the tender green bamboo buds during the New Year. Isn’t that the present?

Thinking about it, I was moved and wanted to make some bamboo leaf wine and bamboo leaf tea to try it out to see how it tasted. But now I was digging bamboo shoots, my whole body was dirty and I couldn't pick bamboo leaves. It seemed that I could only wait until I didn't dig the bamboo shoots and pick them.

The book records that there are many taboos in making bamboo leaf wine and bamboo leaf tea.

First, it must be the newly emerging tender bamboo buds in early spring; second, it must be picked before the sun comes out, preferably before the dew is dry. Without these two points, the bamboo leaf wine and bamboo leaf tea made will not be delicious. Although Song Wen does not believe in these things, in order to try the effect, he can only do it according to the methods recorded in the book.

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