Chapter 183 White Jade Longan (3)

In the small kiln, the red charcoal fire roasts the longan, and a refreshing fragrance comes from the longan on the iron bed.

Naruto carefully added charcoal to the stove. The fire should not be too high. If the fire is too high, the baked dried longan will have a burnt smell. If it is too small, the baked longan will taste bad because it has been roasted by the charcoal fire for a long time.

There are many. Nowadays, most of the roasted and dried longan is done with little machinery.

It can be roasted over fire, but that way it loses a bit of the natural flavor. Lelang wants to keep these dried longans for himself and eat them slowly, of course he has to make them better. Even the charcoal made from the longan wood is made by him.

I bought it from a village far away and it took a lot of effort.

Lelang took the baked longan back home, and then took the longan picked at home to bake. He went back and forth so many times that he lost count.

The most common longan trees produce is about two hundred kilograms of longan, but old longan trees are much more productive. Some old longan trees can produce about one thousand kilograms, but very few. Lelang's

He has not weighed the specific number of kilograms harvested from these old longan trees, but according to his visual inspection, the longans produced by each old longan tree are definitely not less than a thousand kilograms. The main reason is that the pulp of these old longan trees is thick and has sufficient moisture.

That's why it's so heavy.

For these longans, his uncle came over and gave him a hard fight, saying that he knew how to eat them, so how much would it cost to sell them. But later he found out that he wanted to bake them into dried longans.

Damn it, it is said that this longan can also be sold after being baked into dried longan, and the price is more expensive than fresh longan. And after seeing the longan pulp of Lelang family, the weight after baking must be higher than that of ordinary longan. By then it should be

Can be sold at a good price.

He didn't know that Le Lang had never sold these longans at all, otherwise he wouldn't know how to scold Le Lang for being such a prodigal son.

Everyone in the village knew that his old longan tree was producing amazing longan, and they all came over to see it. He also generously took out the fresh longan to greet the villagers. Everyone who ate the longan raised their thumbs.

After saying that, I was thinking about whether I should plant some branches next year and see if I could dig some wild longan in the mountains and plant it to see if it would be as good as the longan from Lelang's family.

Le Lang didn't care about grafting the old longan tree. The old longan tree had lush branches and it would be good to loosen it appropriately, but he couldn't do it randomly. Le Lang wondered if he would do it at that time.

Find a reliable person to come over to cut the branches, otherwise these old longan trees will be destroyed, which will make him cry.

The longans that Lelang took to bake were almost as many as three trees. He kept the longans from one tree and ate them slowly. Anyway, he was not afraid of spoiling them in the Yu Ruyi space. He also put in all the longans that had been baked.

In the Jade Ruyi Space, you can just take it out and peel it whenever you have time, which saves trouble. This dried longan is a good nourishing food. When the weather is cold, you can stew it with black-bone chicken in the winter. It is so sweet that you can

You keep me warm all winter.

The longan produced by the old longan tree in the Lelang family is weird, and the baked longan is equally weird. Generally, the dried longan that is baked is black and yellow in color, but the dried longan that is baked from these white jade longan is not.

It's the same, it's also black, but it's completely black, giving people a black-gold-like feeling. When it shines under the sun, it seems to reflect a ray of light, which is incredible.

Lelang and Sanlang were sitting under the longan tree, peeling and drying longan. At three o'clock, several dogs lay beside them and slept lazily. There was also a cat on the side, oh, it was not a cat, it was a civet, but it was named by Sanlang.

, called "Kitten".

The "kitten" Xiangli curled up and fell asleep in the corridor, with a tail wagging there, looking very cute. Ever since Lelang gave it fruit that day, this little guy was completely

He depended on Le Lang, and would come to him every time he ate to ask for food. Later, he simply made a nest in the tree of Le Lang's house, and often ran out and wandered around his house. He didn't look like a book at all.

The ones introduced here look like nocturnal animals.

Lelang and Sanlang were sitting on one side, with a table in the middle, and a rice sieve on it. Inside the rice sieve were baked longans. The two of them were peeling and drying the longans, and they looked quite serious. But how could Sanlang peel them well?

Throw the dried longan into your mouth?

This little guy, Sanlang, was peeling longans and stuffing the peeled dried longans into his mouth. Nine out of ten went into his stomach. He didn't know whether he was peeling longans or eating longans. He was watching from the side.

Le Lang only shook his head.

The weather is fine, the sun shines through the layers of branches and leaves of the old longan tree in the courtyard, and the cool breeze blows from outside, which makes people very comfortable.

Sitting under the tree, Le Lang peeled the longan and thought melancholy that it was the Mid-Autumn Festival again.

"Alang, Alang..."

The fat man who fished came in from the outside shouting. Ever since the fat man caught a big fish that time, they fishers would organize fishing here every Sunday. But since that time, they have never caught a big fish again.

.Some fishermen even brought their sons over and asked him to urinate into the lake to see if they could pee out a big fish, but of course there was none.

Le Lang looked up and asked, "What's going on?"

"I heard that your longan tastes good. I want to buy some to try." The fat man didn't know who he heard from who said that the longan from Lelang's family tastes very good, so he also wanted to buy some to try.

Le Lang, as if he had missed him, said calmly: "I won't sell it."

"Uh..." The fat man was stunned when he heard this.

"I don't have much of the longan left. I want to keep it for myself and not sell it. If you want it, I will give you a little bit to taste. The rest will be gone."

"Well, well, it's better than nothing." The fat man said with a decadent look.

Le Lang stood up and went inside to fill a bag for him. It wasn't much, just a few kilograms, which made the fat man who was watching say he was stingy.

After taking the longan, Lelang washed his hands, wiped them clean and continued to peel the longan, regardless of the fat man.

The fat man looked at the dried longan in the rice sieve and asked: "This is also dried longan made from longan."

Le Lang responded indifferently.

The fat man looked at it and picked up a dried longan peeled by Saburo and stuffed it into his mouth. Suddenly he felt an extremely sweet taste coming to his heart. This was a taste he had never tasted before.

While he was eating longan intoxicatedly, Saburo stood up angrily, pouted his face, pointed at the fat man and said: "You are not a good person, you secretly eat my dried longan, uncle Alang, he secretly eats my

Dried longan." Sanlang turned to Le Lang and shouted a complaint.

After hearing this, Le Lang glanced at the fat man very angrily, wondering why the fat man was messing with him, but he quickly said to Sanlang: "Sanlang, let's not argue with him, just give him a dried longan to eat.

OK."

"Hmm..." Sanlang looked at the fat man, thought for a moment, and then said, "Okay." However, he quickly moved the peeled longan in front of him.

The fat man ate the dried longan and immediately asked Le Lang with his eyes wide open: "A Lang, can you sell these dried longan?"

"I won't sell it." Le Lang thought to himself, how could he sell this little stuff if it wasn't even enough for him to eat or give away to others.

"Not selling?" Fatty exclaimed, there are really some people who don't like money these days.

"Well, it's not much. If you sell it, I can eat whatever I want." Le Lang said angrily.

After hearing this, the fat man grabbed a few handfuls of unshelled dried longans from the table, stuffed them into his pockets, and walked out angrily, leaving Saburo next to him dumbfounded.

The fat man walked back to the lake cursing while eating longan. Several fishing friends who often came here to fish looked at him and smiled and asked him what was wrong.

"It's not him yet," the fat man pointed in the direction of Le Lang's house and said, "This guy, why don't you just want to buy some longan and longan from him? It's like a precious thing, and he won't sell it life or death. You think this is all

Who is it?"

Everyone laughed after hearing this, and one of the fishing friends looked at the bag in his hand and asked, "What's in your bag?"

"Longan, he gave it to me. He said it's good. You can't sell it, but you can get some for me to taste. Damn, isn't this enough for me to plug my nostrils?" The fat man was full of resentment, and he was very dissatisfied with his fellow fishermen.

Several fishing friends said.

"Oh, then we have to taste it to see what this longan tastes like." After saying that, he and several fishing friends picked up the longan in the bag he was carrying and ate it. Half of it was gone in a few seconds.

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The fat man was dumbfounded and said hurriedly: "Hey, hey, leave some for me, I haven't eaten much yet?"

Under the old longan tree, Le Lang was peeling the dried longan. When he saw Sanlang stuffing the dried longan into his mouth, he also took one and ate it, peeling it while eating. It would be fine if Sanlang ate too much.

Children, don't be afraid of getting angry. He will get nosebleeds if he eats too much. Besides, the dried longan produced by his old longan trees is of good quality, contains a lot of sugar, and is deadly sweet. It will only add fuel to the fire.

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The old man came in with a gift box. Lelang looked at it and saw that it was Mid-Autumn Festival mooncakes.

Most of the mooncakes on the Nanzhou market now are Cantonese-style mooncakes. Cantonese-style mooncakes are characterized by thin skin and thick fillings, but they are cloyingly sweet. Le Lang doesn't like them very much. He prefers Nanzhou's local mooncakes.

The local mooncakes in Nanzhou are relatively monotonous. There are only two kinds, one is puff pastry mooncake stuffed with bean paste, and the other is dough mooncake stuffed with meat. Lelang prefers puff pastry mooncakes. The round mooncakes are like the moon.

A crispy bite with moderate filling and very delicious.

Lao Tao walked into the courtyard and saw Le Lang and the others peeling and drying longans. He walked to the side and took one to eat. Sanlang next to him looked at it and sweetly called "Grandpa Lao Dao". Lao Tao was so happy that he rubbed him hard.
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