The drizzle continued and it took more than a week to stop.

After the rain, the air was refreshed, as if the whole world had been washed again. The sky was different, the earth was different, the mountains, rocks, plants and trees were different, and they all showed a vibrant vitality.

When I woke up early in the morning, there was still a layer of mist in the mountains.

The mist is heavy, blown by the wind, the mountains, plants and trees appear and appear, and are as misty as fairyland.

Song Wen got up and washed it, then walked up the mountain with a bamboo basket on his back. White fog was filled with white fog, and his walking figure seemed to be moving forward in the fog, like a god or an immortal.

Today, he didn't have to dig bamboo shoots, so he wanted to try it according to the method of making bamboo leaf wine and bamboo leaf tea recorded in "Luo'an Essay" to see how the bamboo leaf wine and bamboo leaf tea are effective.

Most of the fresh and tender bamboo buds grew on the bamboo branches, and there were not many below them. As a last resort, Song Wen had to jump on the bamboo shoots to pick the tender bamboo buds on the bamboo branches. He picked one by one and then jumped another, as flexible as a monkey.

The tender bamboo buds were really hard to pick. Song Wen only picked two bamboo baskets after picking most of the bamboo shoots, which made him very disappointed. If he had to make a lot of wine, he would not know that he would pick until the year of the Monkey and Horse Month. Fortunately, he just wanted to make some first to taste the taste.

When I got home, I spread the newly picked bamboo buds on the rice basket and hung them.

The newly picked buds must be spread out and dried before they can be made. The tender bamboo buds used for making tea cannot exceed twenty centimeters, which means that they can only use the tips of the tender bamboo buds. So Song Wen took out scissors and cut them up. The cut part of the tender bamboo buds can be used for wine.

The use of bamboo leaves to make wine is actually available on the market, that is, the well-known bamboo leaf green wine at home and abroad, which is made of bamboo leaves and more than a dozen medicinal herbs. However, the bamboo leaf wine recorded in "Luo'an Essay" has much more harsh ingredients and medicinal materials than the bamboo leaf green wine on the market, and uses more medicinal materials. It is not soaked, but steamed.

The green rice in Ruyi Fan has just ripe recently. After harvesting hundreds of kilograms of rice, Song Wen planned to use green rice to make wine. The rice cooked with green rice tastes soft and soft, and it also has a hint of sweetness. It should be good to use it as a wine.

When making wine with tender bamboo buds, you must first spread it out and dry it. So after cutting the tender bamboo buds, Song Wen had nothing to do, so he simply drove a motorcycle to the bottom of the mountain.

The weather is sunny, and the foundation of the hotel is being laid with cement piles. I have to go and see it. Moreover, the newly harvested green rice in Ruyi Fan needs to be shedded, so I have to buy a rice mill.

When we arrived at the foundation of the Shanxia Hotel, the construction team had arrived, and his father and Song Hu and his son were watching.

The hotel plans a building with one underground floor and two floors on the ground. The frame structure is first poured with cement and then built with red bricks. The houses built with cement steel bars are relatively solid and sturdy, and are not afraid of earthquakes or something. Generally, richer people in the countryside choose to use frame structures to build them.

In fact, houses built with cement steel bars as frames are not much different from houses built with red bricks. However, the so-called new energy cement bricks are not used by many people in southern Fujian. On the one hand, it does not conform to the aesthetics of southern Fujian people. Minnan people like red bricks, and the cement bricks are very fragile, they can be broken when kicked and broken when broken. The quality is too poor, and no one wants to send people to build a house. Unless it is used for some projects, most of the houses built by their own homes are made of red bricks.

I looked at the foundation of the hotel and saw two old men staring here, but nothing was wrong with them. Song Wen called Song Hu and drove to the city to buy a rice mill.

The small truck slowly drove on the national highway, with winds clamoring on both sides.

Looking at the car moving fast, Song Wen had the urge to buy one. Without it, at least he didn't have to buy something, he was called Song Hu every time he wanted to buy something. However, he was not focused and was easy to think about everything, and it was really not suitable to drive. Otherwise, if he was thinking about things while driving, it would not be a good thing whether he bumped into someone or drove into a ravine by himself.

When he arrived outside Nanzhou and approached the city, Song Wen suddenly saw a group of people not far away. He didn't realize it was strange, so he asked Song Hu to drive the car over and take a look.

Song Hu glanced at it and said in a very sensible way: "What's the good looking thing? Those black-skinned dogs are demolishing the house again." Although he said so, he still drove over.

When he got closer, Song Wen drove down and saw a group of urban management officers in black enforced the law. Following the people, he saw a hook machine (strange hand) hooking the bricks and cement boards on it in front of a newly built building.

Song Wen couldn't help but sigh. People in the countryside can only build a house once in their lifetime, which is a collection of hard work for their entire lives. But these people have to demolish their entire lives, and they are really not a son.

The urban management officers were all wearing tight black clothes, showing their tough figures. I don’t know if it was the newly issued clothing from the country. These people stood in front of the houses to block the people outside. Among them, in front of the black-clad urban management officer with a fat face, a man in his fifties was red and arguing with him.

"Why do you want to demolish my house? My house is a decades-old adobe house. The tiles are peeling off, the beams and wood are decayed, and even the walls are cracked three fingers wide before they are removed and rebuilt. Why do you want to demolish them?" The man was obviously the owner and asked excitedly.

"You are an illegal building." The black-clothed urban management officer with a fat face said lightly. He has encountered many such things.

"I violate the rules, I violate your mother. Approved by the village, approved by the town, approved by the district, approved by the district, where did I violate the rules?" The owner glared and shouted angrily.

"You have not approved by our urban management brigade, it is illegal to cover it." The black-clothed urban management head with a fat face said very coolly.

"My house has been demolished and built. All the villages, towns and districts have been approved. What's the matter with your urban management brigade?" The owner was so angry that he swears.

"Anyway, it is not allowed to be built without approval from the urban management brigade." The fat-faced urban management leader in black said loudly, and he was so angry that the owner of the house said.

"Then I used it a few times before you asked you to criticize it, why don't you approve it?"

"How can we get through so many applications in a year?" said the fat-faced urban management head in black disapprovingly.

The owner was furious when he heard this. The house he had worked hard to build for half his life was demolished, and all his efforts were ruined, and the things he left for his descendants were gone. The owner became more and more angry as he thought about it. He no longer argued with the fat urban management leader and turned around and left.

After a while, the owner walked back, his eyes were red and his face appeared. He pointed to the nose of the fat-faced urban management head and said, "You really don't stop, really want to tear it down?"

"I can't do anything about the government regulations." The urban manager said helplessly, but his face was gloating.

"Government, your mother."

The owner shouted angrily, pulled out a three-edged slap from his waist and stabbed it at the fat-faced black-clothed urban manager head and head of the chest.

Caught off guard, the head of the black-clothed urban management team never expected the owner to do this. When he went to demolish the house, those people either knelt on the ground and cried or bowed their heads and smiled, but they didn't expect that this person would do such a thing.

The owner quickly pulled out the military thorn, and the sharp teeth on the edges brought out a trace of blood and blood, and blood suddenly spurted out.

"The house is my life. Since you want my life, I will take your life." The owner said sternly, and stabbed him with another knife.

At this time, the black-clothed urban management next to him reacted and hugged him quickly. Some grabbed his hand and put away the military stent.

The fat-faced urban management head in black fell down weakly, covering his hands on his chest, but still couldn't stop the blood coming out of Bobo.

The people around were completely stunned by the scene in front of them. They woke up until the owner was caught. They picked up the phone and started calling. Some spoke loudly, and the scene was chaotic for a while.

The owner's wife rushed over and collapsed at the owner's feet and cried loudly, saying that the house would be gone, why did it be like this? But he didn't know that his man regarded this house more important than his life.
Chapter completed!