Sentiment

Liu Chang'an put on his shoes and walked back to the road along the lotus pond. The damp field ridges were overgrown with dense weeds. In recent years, fewer and fewer people in the village and town have been farming. Even if they do not go out to work, many young people are not interested in farm work. The clear paths that used to be walked on have gradually been submerged.

A path appears only when many people walk on it; a path is left behind only when many people walk on it.

Different eras always bring different social problems, which in turn lead to different solutions. Liu Chang'an had no particular feelings about this; everyone has the right to do what they like, and no one is obligated to make sacrifices for others with a certain ideal. Some people are willing to give up something in return, and these are the ones who are different.

Liu Chang'an walked along the road to Green Mountain Town. The changes of the times have not caused all traditions to disappear, but they have gradually become quieter. Today, at the market in Green Mountain Town, there are still elderly people who have been doing this for decades, carrying their own crops or local specialties, such as fermented black beans, chili sauce, dried fish, dried green beans, and tea, to sell on the street. As long as the goods are good, business is not bad. The quality of life of the town's residents is also improving, and they tend to prefer some products produced by farmers.

Liu Chang'an looked at the things his fellow villagers had, and picked out a jar of chili sauce that tasted good. His hometown, where he had once shaved his head, was famous for its chili sauce, which was once a tribute to the emperor during the Qing Dynasty. However, the local brand chili sauce sold online now has the problem of catering to the tastes of the majority, losing its local characteristics and the truly mellow, spicy flavor without the salty and astringent taste of industrial products.

Green Mountain Town is a small town, with only two streets. It takes a leisurely twenty minutes to walk from one end to the other. Liu Chang'an casually looked around while carrying a jar of chili sauce, reminiscing about the market days of earlier years. Back then, people from a village would set off in pairs before dawn, carrying their loads from nearby villages, trying to get a good spot in the town's market as early as possible. Later, bicycles became cheaper, and old men could ride bicycles, carrying their wives and local goods, and set off later.

Liu Chang'an arrived at Crossroads Flat in Green Mountain Town, where the best Qingshan rice noodles in the entire Green Mountain Town are located. In the eyes of all the people in Green Mountain Town, this is the most authentic Qingshan rice noodles. No other shops in the country that claim to sell Qingshan rice noodles are as authentic as this one.

"A bowl of rice noodles, with a fried egg." Liu Chang'an sat down. The dozen or so tables in the two storefronts were almost full. People who came early to the market didn't have time to eat breakfast at home, so they took the opportunity to taste this rice noodle dish, which was not luxurious and not often eaten, but was sure to leave a lasting impression.

This shop has been around for decades, and the owner has gone from a young man to an old man, while the young waitress has become a middle-aged woman.

Time may age us, but the flavor remains unchanged.

The rice noodles were served, with bits of red chili pepper scattered on the white, chewy noodles. The red broth exuded a familiar aroma. The meat topping was secondary; Liu Chang'an picked up a mouthful with his chopsticks and tasted it, instantly feeling a sense of satisfaction. Having eaten all kinds of soup noodles from all over the country, this was the one he longed for most.

Liu Chang'an believed that his own invention, the Hong Soup Spicy Rooster rice noodles, might be superior, but nowadays, there's nothing to complain about with the rice noodles he eats.

Many people from Green Mountain Town dreamed of opening a Green Mountain Town rice noodle shop when they were young, but it seems that no one has ever been able to truly replicate this authentic taste. Only by returning to their hometown and eating a bowl of the most authentic Green Mountain Town rice noodles can they truly experience the memories and flavors of their childhood.

Liu Chang'an stood up, glanced at the boys and girls from the nearby junior high school eating noodles there, walked out of the store, and headed to the direct sales store of Green Mountain Machinery Factory.

The owner of Green Mountain Machinery Factory is surnamed Qin. His ancestral home is Green Mountain Town. He returned from Taiwan many years ago to set up the factory. Green Mountain Machinery Factory is the Qin Family's business. In addition to selling various agricultural machinery to Southeast Asia, it also produces rice noodle machines.

On the way, Liu Chang'an bought a large bag of rice noodles, then bought a rice noodle machine from a direct sales store. He then continued to stroll around Green Mountain Town, carrying a jar of chili sauce in one hand and the rice noodle machine in the other.

Around noon, Liu Chang'an strolled through the villages beneath Green Mountain Town, then visited another township. In the afternoon, he went to the county town, bought some aged rice at the rice mill, filled a large bag, and carried it there. He then visited Zeng the Barber's former residence, admired the summer lotus pond in front of the Duke's Mansion, and looked at the remaining Qing Dynasty books and historical records. However, there was no doubt that among the civil and military officials in the modern history of South Hunan, those surnamed Zuo and Wang were clearly superior to Zeng the Barber.

In the evening, Liu Chang'an slowly carried the rice noodle chili sauce jar and rice noodle machine, along with a large bag of rice, towards Junsha. Since carrying so much stuff and running so fast would attract too much attention, Liu Chang'an could only speed up by choosing the time and route. However, he still didn't get home until dawn the next day.

Liu Chang'an washed his feet and changed his shoes, then carefully read the instruction manual for the rice noodle machine. Fortunately, the current rice noodle machines didn't follow the trend of adding cameras, computer chips, and AI systems; the operation was very simple.

The simpler, the more practical. Liu Chang'an didn't need to use the rice noodle machine today; he just rinsed and soaked the rice noodles he bought from Green Mountain Town in cold water for a little while.

After doing all this, with only a few lights shining in the far east, Liu Chang'an went to the market and bought a small hen, which he put in the car. Fortunately, he had fed it the night before last, so although there had been a long interval, the coffin's breath was somewhat thirsty, but it didn't feel overwhelmed.

Liu Chang'an closed the carriage door and let the little hen die. He didn't bother to observe how the coffin had robbed the little hen of its life force.

Zhou Shuling was already preparing to set up her stall. Liu Chang'an took out the remaining chilled spicy rooster and heated it up. Although it wasn't at its freshest and most delicious, it was still good as a topping for rice noodles.

"Your rice noodles seem a bit different from Junsha's?" Zhou Shuling said with some surprise, but it wasn't that she hadn't seen them before. It's just that Junsha rarely uses rice noodles that are about the thickness of a mobile phone charging cable.

"This noodle is extra chewy. You sell your soy milk, milk, steamed buns, and dumplings, and I'll take care of making and selling the noodles," Chang'an said.

"Okay." Zhou Shuling smiled and, together with Liu Chang'an, pushed the breakfast stall out of the community gate and set up tables and chairs.

In fact, the elderly people in the neighborhood are not very willing to eat in restaurants, thinking that they are unhygienic and not nutritious. However, they prefer to buy breakfast from a local shop while they are out shopping for groceries. Zhou Shuling's business is also supported by the people in the neighborhood. The houses on the next street are relatively old and are mostly rented to young working people, who are also Zhou Shuling's important customers.

Liu Chang'an first made a bowl of noodles for himself and then made another bowl for Zhou Shuling. Zhou Shuling laughed and said that he hadn't done any business, but she had eaten quite a lot.

"A bowl of rice noodles."

An extremely beautiful young woman stood in front of the breakfast stall. Judging from her demeanor, she seemed more suited to sitting in the most luxurious restaurant, waiting for the manager and chef to provide meticulous service, rather than standing in front of this cheap breakfast stall.

"Ten yuan, scan the code or pay cash?" Liu Chang'an asked without looking up.

Zhou Shuling was taken aback for a moment, then saw another woman, who clearly looked like a secretary, hurriedly take out her phone and scan ten yuan.

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