When she woke up early in the morning, Song Wen opened the window and took a deep breath of the fresh air in the mountains.

The fresh breath penetrated his heart and lungs, making him feel refreshed, and the laziness and sleepiness that had not yet dissipated was immediately wiped out.

There was a layer of mist in the mountains, and green grass, green trees, and green bamboos could be vaguely seen in the mist. Everything seemed so quiet. The breeze blew the bamboo leaves and played the rustling music. A red sun jumped out of the mountain top in the distance, radiating fire-like enthusiasm, and the mist hid without a trace in an instant.

Song Wen washed up and walked out the door.

Last night, the dew was deep, and crystal dewdrops were hanging on the grass leaves on the ground. The fragrance came from the flowers by the lake, which penetrated into the heart. Looking up, the sky was as blue as washed, with sapphire moistness.

Looking up, the trees and bamboo forests on the mountain are lush and green, showing different levels of green, overlapping, mixed with some white gardenias, appearing and swaying in the wind, looking very beautiful. The clear stream not far away is singing beautiful songs tirelessly all year round, walking in the winding waterway, and occasionally stirring up beautiful water splashes.

If you sit down by the stream, you will be happy to find that there are many small fish and shrimps as big as rice grains in the water. These lively and cute little things sway their agile bodies, chasing and playing in the stream without worry.

The early birds seemed to be intoxicated by the beautiful scenery of the morning, and they made light and crisp sounds in the valley from time to time. Those who were more courageous ran to the osmanthus tree not far from Song Wen, chasing and flying. Seeing him still, they thought he was a wooden man, so they jumped off the tree, swung their agile long tail, walked in front of him, and stopped from time to time, tilting their small heads to look at him. The serious expression made people smile.

Song Wen laughed at him. These scenes reminded him of his childhood innocence. He couldn't help but have the idea of ​​getting close to the birds, but when he made a little noise, they rushed away like fright, leaving him with a shocked expression.

Wandering in such a pure morning in the mountains, breathing in the fresh air in the mountains. Song Wen closed his eyes unconsciously, emptying his soul, leaving his heart free from worries and selflessness.

In a trance, he felt that he was the grass, trees, bamboo, stream, fish and shrimp, or the cute bird. Unconsciously, mist appeared in the mountains again, and waves of mist lingered beside him. Suddenly, a whirlpool was generated in the mist, and a stream of mist was swept up by the whirlpool, rushing towards him, entering his body, and disappearing.

Perhaps it wasn't entering his body, but entering Ruyi Fan.

The ginseng fruit tree in Ruyi Fan breathed happily. With each breath, waves of mist absorbed in disappeared. It seemed so happy that it shook the leaves on the tree rustling.

In just a while, the flowers on the ginseng fruit tree faded, and ginseng fruits the size of mung beans were produced. The mowed trees next to it seemed to benefit a lot, and looked more vibrant. The bloody fruit on the tree also became red and purple, shining with crystal light. Some drizzle fell in the sky at some point. The drizzle fell on the plants in the space, and the plants stretched out their bodies comfortably, and the young saplings grew a little bit.

The animals in the space seemed to know the benefits of these rain, and they all stood in the rain and let the rain drizzle. After being poured by the drizzle, the pheasants, wild ducks, swans and pink ants with crystal wings flapped their wings happily and danced in the space.

However, Song Wen didn't know all this and was still immersed in the fresh air in the mountains.

The mist surrounding him gradually dissipated.

Song Wen opened his eyes and suddenly realized that the sky today was particularly blue and clear, as if even the clouds floating in the sky became leisurely and comfortable.

He felt that he was in great spirits. Every pore and cell in his body was so comfortable that he almost shouted loudly, and he felt like he was connected with all the meridians. He twisted his hands and feet slightly, and a crackling sound came from his body. This was a sign of energy, energy, and bones being trained like steel.

He felt energetic and wanted to vent, so he started drinking punches by the lake, practiced Xingyiquan, and then went back to the house to cook.

When his mother saw him coming back, she went down the mountain. Because Xixi was still in school, she was running around and running around in trouble. His father also followed her. Now it is not time to make bamboo shoots. People think the mountain is too quiet, so they run down to play cards and chat with his old friends, so he is the only one left on the mountain.

After dinner, Song Wen rode a quad bike to the hotel decorating at the foot of the mountain. The decoration workers in the hotel were busy. He looked around and made a few cups of tea with Song Hu. He felt that nothing was wrong with him, so he drove back to the mountain again, looking heartless.

When I returned to the mountain, there was nothing wrong. When I remembered the fact that I wanted to make mulberry wine, I went to my house to take out a big face plate and pick the mulberry.

One by one, he kept picking mulberries from the tree. After a while, he filled a large washbasin and his hands were dyed purple-red. But he only picked one mulberries from the tree. Seeing that there were so many mulberries on the tree, he hurriedly took out a large wooden barrel and continued to pick the mulberries until he filled the barrel.

After picking the mulberries, you should clean them with water so that the dirt left on them will affect the quality of the wine they will make in the future. After washing, you should also dry the water. But it should not be dried in the sun, but in a cool place.

Song Wen put the washed mulberries in a rice basket and put them in a ventilated place to dry. After drying, he then crushed all the mulberries, kneaded them and added sugar and koji to the mulberries, and then put them in a wine jar for them to ferment.

After 24-48 hours of filling the jar, the mulberries in the jar will begin to ferment. After fermenting, a large number of bubbles will float up, and the mulberry residue will also float up to form a relatively hard layer of skin residue. At this time, the floating skin residue layer should be pressed into the wine. First, it can prevent bacteria from growing on the skin residue, and second, it can strengthen the skin infiltration, generally 2-4 times a day;

The temperature during fermentation is best controlled between 15-30 degrees. The fermentation time is high. The wine produced is lighter in color, but the taste and quality are better. High temperature is shorter, and the wine is better in color, but the taste and quality are not as good as low-temperature fermentation.

Fermentation usually lasts for 7-10 days. After fermentation, the rosica residues and the wine can be separated, and the residue in the wine can be filtered off, and then put them in the wine jar and buried underground. If it is not buried underground, the wine taste will not be so fragrant and irritating. But after burying it in the ground for a while, the fire in the wine will disappear, and the wine taste will become more mellow and sweet.

After putting the crushed mulberries in the jar for it to ferment, Song Wen had nothing to do, so he simply took out a rattan chair and a rattan table from his house, soaked some osmanthus tea, took some dried sweet potatoes he made himself to the lake, and then lay in the rattan chair under the willow tree, straddling his feet on the stone railing, biting the dried sweet potatoes leisurely, drinking tea, and watching the white clouds floating in the sky, how free and easy!

While eating and drinking, Song Wen simply closed his eyes and narrowed his eyes.

For him, such a life is a happy life. Such a life is the day he longs for. He squinted and fell asleep, and he didn't even know that a pool of saliva flowed out of the corner of his mouth.

"Song Wen"

Song Wen was in his dream with Huang Xi. Xiao Jun was lingering several times, spring breezes several times, and **. Suddenly, he heard a roar like thunder in his ears, and suddenly woke up from the dream. He got up and looked at it. It turned out that Xiao Chili was shouting. He couldn't help but say angrily: "What's the name? Those who don't know think what's wrong with you?"

Little Chili hummed disdainfully, and suddenly saw the pool of liquid flowing out of the corner of his mouth. He said contemptuously: "Hey, it's so disgusting! He's so big and still drooling."

After hearing this, Song Wen quickly wiped it with his hands, and he was really saliva, but he said with an incoming input from his mouth: "What's so disgusting? You haven't flowed before. Did you still have a runny nose? You snot while eating, which makes you even more disgusting."

"Who is running nose so that you can't get a runny nose? You runny nose every day, you have been running nose since you were a child." Little Lajiao was so angry that she was ashamed and shouted at him.

Song Wen looked at it and smacked his lips. Needless to say, she knew that she had been told about the pain. Forget it, a good man didn't fight with the woman, and he didn't care about her. Then he asked, "Why are you here?" This little pepper wouldn't come to him for no reason.

"Didn't you say you want to invite me back to be an accountant? Why haven't you arranged a job for me after you've been back for so long?"

It turns out that I feel too idle.

That day, she met her in Rongcheng and said she wanted to ask her to be an accountant, so she agreed. Originally, Song Wen wanted to come back with her, but later she met Huang Xi and was invited to Wuyi Mountain to treat tea trees, so Xiao Lajiao had to come back alone.

A few days after returning, Xiao Lajiao, who was idle, was so idle that she had to come to find him.

After hearing Xiao Lajiao's words, Song Wen gave her annoyed look and said, "The hotel has not been renovated yet, what job is arranged?"

"Then I can't do nothing and stay at home all day, right?" Xiao Lajiao said.

A girl who stays at home all day and has nothing to do will be told by the villagers.

After thinking about it, Song Wen said, "Or you can go and count the collected mountain delicacies and wild game with Huang Wenfeng!" As he said that, he picked up the phone and called Huang Wenfeng and told him about the situation.

Although the store has not opened yet, Song Wen and others have started collecting mountain goods produced in the mountains from the surrounding villagers since the beginning of the spring. Now the things collected have almost filled the undecorated houses at the foot of Song Wen Mountain. These are the ingredients prepared for opening a restaurant, and they are also the things sold in the mountain goods store to be opened in the future. Because the restaurant is about to be renovated and the mountain goods store is about to be opened, Huang Wenfeng is now starting to count them. Seeing that the little pepper is fine, Song Wen simply sent her to help her.

After getting Song Wen's words, Xiao Lajiao happily rode her women's electric bike down the mountain. She came and went in a hurry.

Song Wen shook her head when she saw it, and didn't know how she could do such a job as accounting with such a hot temper. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to Piaotian Literature Registered Members to recommend this work. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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