[ New Born ]

newborn

I was born two years ago,

When the epidemic began.

Reduce the amount of flowers at home and

Start growing vegetables slowly.

With the end,

Come and start all new life,

This is the beginning of meaning.

Labor, labor, can be regarded as Liu Genghong's passing. Since he can't move around, he can always work.

I just want to write, grow vegetables, make coffee, and cook at home. I will meet people who must see me. In the words of Jiaming, founder of Chaimido,"the real land is never smooth. Only by seeing the folds of the land can we see people and ordinary people who live in a rough and meticulous way."

It was another very ordinary day. After collecting vegetables in the wild yard of the platform, I washed snail droppings, centipedes and green worms, and drank coffee as if nothing had happened. Then, he joked with his good friend who was also from the Internet:

"We are a platform."

"Oh, good platform, open. What industry?"

"Planting vegetables."

"Hahahaha!"

Things or people that seem to be incompatible, when put together, there is always logic behind them. Harmony, there is no reason.

I ate lunch while working in the wild yard. I picked the last crop of tender sorage leaves at home and served them directly with ham. Taking advantage of the accidentally broken eggs in the hoard, I made hot spring eggs and added them.

I haven't turned on the automatic irrigation system these days, but the sky is getting hotter little by little. I see peppermint burns, basil being eaten, and heat-loving insects growing up. I am actually very happy. I pray that it will heat up faster, so that the virus can be naturally controlled due to the temperature!

When I was laying irrigation pipes, many friends and fans came to ask me about growing vegetables at the same time. In fact, I started to learn natural farming methods to grow vegetables the year before last. I thank the agricultural and forestry experts from the United States, the Japanese family gardening experts, and the doctor of the Academy of Agricultural Sciences in Hangzhou for giving me a lot of guidance. Although I have never used chemical fertilizers and pesticides so far and I don't have much experience, I will at least share the useful ones I have tried myself, hoping to help me.

Starting today, I will write about some experience every day.

Generally, the area that can be used for planting in your own courtyard or balcony is limited. I suggest that if you plant it at high density, you must pay attention to applying organic fertilizer, but don't use the rice fields you imagine. I have summarized three types for reference:

Larger areas:

Three kilograms of weeds + half kilograms of brown sugar + water that has just passed through the weeds, so that the enzymes from the piles can be easily absorbed. By the way, we can replenish the fertility of weeds to the land, killing two birds with one stone. Generally, enzyme water can be used after weeds have fully rotted for a month. High-density vegetables can be directly watered with a ratio of enzyme to water of 2:8.

Smaller area:

If you have the habit of drinking coffee, sprinkle coffee grounds along the edge of the basin for a week and water them. Don't sprinkle them on the roots of the plants, which may burn them out. In fact, rice bran, eggshells, cabbage leaves, etc. can be used daily in the rainy season, or when the amount of watering is large, they will naturally ferment and rot on the soil surface, making the soil loose and powerful.

For example, the blue and broccoli living in my wild yard at home have recently grown a lot of leaves, but I am worried that the roots will not grow because of the limited fertility of the soil. Coincidentally, many eggs I had stored were delivered, and some of them were broken, so I put the whole broken eggs in the ground for the birds that came to play in the wild to feed them. Then, the broken egg shells will naturally turn into fertilizer anyway. By the way, I also sprinkled the crash-resistant rice bran in the egg carton onto the soil surface. In this way, there is another layer of fertilizer.

I hope that everything in everyone's life is for happiness, not necessity.

Many people love to read "Learning about Success". In fact, in this era, we should study more "Learning about Success". Only things with high probability can they be used for reference. When they first started gardening, many people would have strange thoughts and think of their homes like Huaguoshan. For example, I grow strawberries, a common and trustworthy fruit. I am very proud and afraid of cold and heat, so it is not difficult to understand that most of what we eat is farmed in greenhouses. I don't have greenhouses at home... so the output can only be calculated in grains.

This year is the third year that strawberries have been planted. In the first year, seeds have been planted, and the flowers have been eaten alive by aphids. In the second year, the seeds are still planted, garlic is used to remove insects, and ladybugs help, leaving a few green fruit birds. Eat; in the third year, seedlings were planted today and accumulated a lot of experience. I am confident in April and May.

My plate of strawberries belongs to a neighbor. Sometimes what not to do is more important than what to do. Now, I have three important Tips for everyone who is obsessed with strawberries:

1. When planting strawberries, you should leave a slightly larger area or a relatively long flowerpot, because people grow on their backs and walk on their stems. It is best to plant a few heads of garlic at intervals to prevent bud bugs.

2. Try not to plant seeds. We don't have a greenhouse to withstand temperature changes for a long time, so let's use seedlings decisively. A lot of watering is needed after flowering.

3. Strawberries should be planted shallowly, with half of the rhizome exposed to the soil surface, where new buds will germinate. If the seedlings have reached the green fruits, don't hang them on the soil, hang them outside.

Pearl Spiraea grew again, and I realized that my pollen allergy was much better. I hope that everything in everyone's life is for happiness, not necessity.

Affected by the CP of garlic and strawberries, a fan asked yesterday if many aromatic plants could be mixed with other plants (good at drinking)? Let me give a unified answer here. People and plants, they benefit each other and harm each other.

There are some well-known incompatible combinations, please keep them!

1. Tomatoes X potatoes: unfavorable growth

2. Eggplant X corn: unfavorable growth

3. Onion X white radish: radish roots are deformed or bifurcated

4. Strawberry X Leek: Mutual nutrition

5. Green pepper X potato: unfavorable growth

6. lettuce X leek: unfavorable growth

7. Potatoes X Cabbage: Cabbage cannot form balls

Hope for happiness, not necessity!

When I went to the UK before, I personally felt that the best place to visit was not only the Antiques shop, but also the garden wares shop. This time, firewood and rice sent me more gardening tools, British manchurian willows and hardware. The texture really touched my heart.

I need a handy shovel, fork, draftsman and gloves! There is also a pot of peppers, beet seeds and nutritious soil in the gift box. I used my own plant enzyme fertilizer to water the new seedlings for the first time, and then transplanted the beets when they had seedlings.

During the season when windmills smell jasmine and pomegranates bear red fruits, I also need to take care of everything in the wild yard. Last year's cucumbers left seeds and grew angel wings.👼The broad bean, brought by a bird, bloomed among mint and rosemary. It was almost attacked and killed by an insect, but it still produced beans.

Anyway, everything will be okay ~

The leaf-leafed coriander that has survived a winter in the wild yard is about to bloom.

Female farmer, I have seen withered grass and dried flowers from the beginning. Fortunately, there was a bumper harvest of rosemary, mint came out, and wild shepherd's purse grew under the stone slab at the door. There was also a bird that brought a willow tree and quietly grew to the height of the palm on the stone floor.

For lunch, I had a plate of black-haired pig 5J ham from the Spanish oak forest and took a sip of Sudai with freshly picked rosemary, and I immediately felt confident in early spring.

Spring came off guard, and the female farmer's yard was a little excited. Shepherd's purse and sonage are all blooming, and I can see that the rapeseed flowers are also growing soon... I guess the roses are a little ashamed. As for the lonely broccoli, purple orchid, and orchid cilantro, they were those that were not frozen to death last year, and they looked fearless.

The cilantro completely got out of control. How about this? Have a salad tonight and settle it.

Good morning, Sister Ling's swordfish wonton! My wonton soup base is simple. It uses fresh onion oil boiled with lard and is fragrant.

Celebrate! What are we celebrating? The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the Yangtze River, including the yard…

Wild vegetables, I am relatively free this spring. Moreover, there are only two reasons why they taste bad, either old or bitter. But I can endure it. Stir fry radish leaves and Norton salt paste meat. If the leaves are bitter, they will be fragrant. The broken rice cardamina is a little too old, so add the husked vegetables. After water, cut them into fine scrambled eggs. Make do; Europeans mix spices, probably because I am as lazy as I am, I mix them. I get used to it when cutting it. I use them as green onions...

Therefore, practice has proved that eating wild vegetables still requires technology. Ancient humans have chosen the ones that are delicious, but I just think detours are more interesting. Sure enough, the spring bamboo shoots and large yellow croakers sold by grandma on the roadside were still sweet. Today's Brunch is still a minimalist cooking, using only salt and lard, including the filling of shepherd's purse wonton. Strawberries are organic, but wendan falls by itself. Vegetables and fruits are washed with enzymes that self-ferment weeds and brown sugar.

These coffee beans are also organic. There are so many defective beans that I can't be bothered to pick. Leave more things to nature, we sometimes work too hard.

Rape flowers are in bloom in the wild yard, and flower arrangements can only be done in the kitchen. If there are any left, it cannot be wasted!

At this time, I was doing spring sowing in the wild yard. At the same time, in order to prevent more serious pollen allergies, I reluctantly cut many large flowers.

The leaves around the sonage flowers are the most delicate and delicious, but I let them go for those pretty yellow flowers before. All the flowers are dying. Anyone will find it difficult to face the beauty of spring passing. Flowers are spoiled and arrogant, and the aggressive show off left me with no way out. I could only make a plate of vegetable salad as an end.

The softest sorage leaves, paired with Iberian salami, wendan, and balsamic vinegar, are really fragrant and delicious...

I was stewing chickpeas and abalone all afternoon. When I collected the vegetables from the wild yard, it was just crispy. After dinner alone, I decided to have breakfast next to the stove.

The yellow mustard and shepherd's purse were brought by birds. There are not many. Moreover, there are still three shepherd's purse trees at home that have already set seeds...

Among the stir-fried wild vegetables with ground pork and minced pork, I simply picked the tender miscellaneous stir-fried, and even a small amount of cabbage and coriander, otherwise I wouldn't be able to stir-fry a plate at all. The yellow cabbage is a bit bitter, so add slightly sweet Xiaoshan dried radish to season.

I went home full of green and picked the most delicious vegetable in the wild yard in spring, spearmint buds. Many people don't know that it comes with thick slices and beef, the magical soft aroma.

I boiled water to stir it until it was cooked, and added pure sesame paste and XO sauce. Without putting in a single salt, it was tender and smooth. I like the taste without additives, natural and good things, and everyone will understand and fall in love with them instantly.

Being able to listen to the birds singing and eating is extraordinary for an ordinary breakfast. The onions in Aba, Sichuan are small onions when their parents come out. After going to the plateau, they have grown into green onions in my home. One Japanese sonage plant has seeds, and the other plants have tender leaves. I have to eat a few good meals.

🥗In the Yutou seaweed salad, only Kaiyang and ham are used as salt, and a little organic vinegar and sesame oil are added to season. The eggs were given by the old mother selling bamboo shoots. It is rare for me to eat well-boiled eggs, which are also delicious.

Afraid that I would be allergic, I came to the wild yard to cut flowers again... Spirilla is particularly rampant during the snowflake season. Although it is wild, white flowers are blooming, and it has the spirit of attracting the eyes.

When I was not careful, I discovered that there were actually six big mountain schizonepeta in the wild yard, and purple flowers were sprayed crazily. This guy was not even included in the "Chinese Plant List", saying that it belonged to all plants of the Chinese Academy of Sciences in Beijing. I dare not cut it…

With this temperature and humidity, plus the oil content of the coffee, it feels like the good season for making naturally fermented bread has arrived again. Add "Six Big Mountains Schizonepeta" to the coffee, which reduces swelling very quickly. I wonder if the weight will disappear quickly...

While I hadn't sneezed or had a rhinitis, I quickly picked a pot of cilantro and returned it to the kitchen. I choose the fattest local pork from the sources I can buy nearby and eat whatever I have. In this way, stir-fry a plate of self-oiled coriander pork, add a few drops of Hong Kong's old chili sauce to remove the greasy smell. It is soft and mellow. It is recommended by Master Tan, the most amiable and respectable chef in Macau.

No matter how you find individuality or commonality, finding the one you can appreciate is the happiness of the wild.

After eating this angel pasta made of smelly salty cabbage and fresh amaranth, and adding some bonito and fragrant pine, I really wandered between angels and demons this morning.

In the wisteria season, my lunch was the spinach seedlings planted last autumn and grew this spring, accompanied by pig tongues for clearing distillers 'grains.

Lunch: Self-grown mixed vegetable rolls + fresh dried bamboo shoots and fish caviar + Longjing

Lunch was lettuce, which was sweet and crispy. The leaves would break when touched, and it was as gentle as the spring breeze. Don't discuss with me whether to pick the leaves or not. I'm afraid I'll eat the roots even if the skin is thick.

I have been working for the past few days, sowing, transplanting, and applying enzyme fertilizers. I can see that my hands are much older. However, every time I eat the products in the wild yard, I still feel happy.

Today's lunch is mutton noodles, cold carp, lettuce and seaweed soup. In fact, they are all ordinary things that I am willing to blindly love. People collect clothes when it rains, but I cut onions in the heavy rain. The onions in the wild yard are so fragrant... Even before the epidemic, my most precious thing was the onions at home.

Gardening is really difficult for me compared to edible crops. Female farmer, I cut my rose bald due to allergies. The leaves were all yellow, but the only flower bud that was left still bloomed. I don't want to cut it anymore, I'll be fine. The good news is that the Japanese Loving Ficus has miraculously come back to life after a withered winter. All the leaves that grow in the future will have love. We must keep working hard!

The vanilla at home miraculously survived, and I turned the old leaves into the soil as fertilizer. This is destined to be a special spring that is rejuvenated by stepping on winter corpses, making me cherish every day even more. I wanted to grab a handful of scrambled eggs with vanilla. But how can people like me let go of eggs that can be eaten raw and make them into pure parent-child rice dumplings, or, more troublesome, semi-cooked cheese or something?🥚The microbial level of Cordyceps eggs at home is still a little lower, so I'd better fry them at this time.

A little tired, I remembered to spend Barossa's Semillon. It has an attractive stone fruit flavor, a mixture of cream and honey, and it is as full as the sun. As a result, there was no pre-ice and we had to wait another half hour. So he casually gave the shepherd's purse that he had been washed clean in the morning to 3 goat cheese pies and 1 blue cheese pie. I remember the time long, long ago, when I was basking in the sun with many people on the back stairs of the Tate Museum and eating French goat wild vegetable pie. So many days of eating wild vegetables are gone forever. Fortunately, I can cherish this little peaceful afternoon in front of me.

If you have breakfast in the morning and wait in the sun, you will have a better appetite. The reason why I am efficient in the morning is that I have nothing else to do when I wake up.

After the shepherd's purse lover finished enjoying it, he had actually been waiting for the true god Malantou to emerge from the ground. Things have come to this point, it seems that we need to make another round ~

There are two rounds of live broadcasts in the evening, so you can't eat too much. Serve it with wine dishes for dinner: Iberian sausage + home-grown cilantro + home-brewed brewed wine. I am always stuck, but every time I am afraid that I will become even more stuck when I am full...

On a particularly satisfying day, I picked a handful of herbs in the wild yard, raised my early riser during meditation time, and then wrote something. When I was tired, I would get a cup of coffee and a small snack. An Italian customer finally sent wine after Easter. As a result, the customs informed me to record a video of holding an ID card in my hand, and also asked for a screenshot of the sales price of the wine and a picture of the ID card... It should not exceed 10M, otherwise it will be automatically returned. Fortunately, I am still a person with no temper.

No matter how urgent overseas logistics is, at least the good beans at home will not run out. I made several bags of beans from the Pinot Noir barrel into hanging ears. I wanted to drink them on a business trip (of course I couldn't get out), but I regretted it. It was impossible to burst out the familiar fragrance of violets. It was simply superfluous to the snake. Because good beans cannot be kept, you can either drink them early or find someone who understands them and disperse them to get their place.

Now, it's best to do everything early, not to think too far, and earn money every day.

Today, as usual, I appreciate whatever I see and eat whatever I have. Nothing is more important than the flowers, plants and fruits in the wild yard. They want to accompany me to welcome another early summer.

This time, I'm still nervous. Experience is usually useless when it comes to things I really care about.

Spring is really a beautiful season for baking Chinese bread. There are fresh herbs in spring, as well as dried fruits and seeds stored last year. My weed yard is barren but not rotten. The only balm plant actually grew out of the rosemary pile after two winters. It didn't die, but it came out again! Just fine for making balm cheesecake or bread.

It was getting hot, and the female farmer I tidied my deserted yard. Just as I was about to replace the dead buds in winter, I realized that the newly settled wild lucky grass stalks on the roots were tender.

The warm wind blew wild dandelions gently on my face, and it was all itchy. The seeds of wild rice and shepherd's purse burst out at a scratch, like a green fountain. Wild spinach came out of the gap between rosemary and mint. I didn't realize it until it bloomed until it was old. I thought sour grapes, huh, I can't fill the pot anyway. Although kumquats are dead, last year, the trees were full of mini orange lantern fruits. I couldn't beat the sharp-mouthed sparrows and couldn't eat any of them. However, the little cuties brought gifts from the wild all over the yard. Today, set a flag. If I can survive the two most despicable types of tomato seedlings in five colors by the end of the year, I will throw a harvest hot pot party and celebrate with the birds.

Cooking quietly alone and using my own rosemary and basil is really an added happiness. The perilla in the yard should grow taller next week and can cook fish. At present, it is full of holes. I wish I was earlier than the insects. The red sauce made with Mas Bécha natural wine from South France given by a friend is worth the cake base made from Italian organic farm flour. The most precious food is reassuring.

Eating my stewed beef tendons and smelling the spices of my stewed beef, I regretted that last year's lemon roe had been strangled and the small flower pot was empty. It seems to have lost interest in germination, and it was not as lucky as Chemoye leaves, balm, and coriander, to be able to wake up green when catkins fly. I suddenly remembered the golden seeds given by Enrico Crippa, the Michelin star chef DUOMO last winter, so I turned the withered body of the leaves back into the soil and continued to wait for the miracle of life to happen.

The golden seeds given by the Michelin Samsung DUOMO chef Enrico Crippa last winter turned into this after a few days... What is this for professionals? The key is how to eat?

During the live broadcast of mutton in the basin, I found that the perilla that was planted last week had sprouted... I know that it can also be put in mutton soup. Please don't be so anxious.😂

I suddenly missed my rice bran pickles. After streamlining my life, every time I met a sincere friend, I would have a feeling of cherishing them, without exaggeration or ridicule. Those faces with different temperatures, whether gentle, eager, or at ease, are all good. Because cheating and hiding are the biggest waste of life, good people will choose not to say anything immediately, leaving everything to time. But patience is a waste. We should be like children. At this moment, I miss Japan so much.

Pure seeds began to be raised, and when they were raised, it was really like being a mother. When I come home from a business trip, I have to replace the basin.

The little bug is gone, and my sundew has made contributions. As a result, this guy has eaten too much protein recently and is so happy that he blooms.😂Can you eat that flower?

Every day when I get up, I will go to see the outstanding sundew "Gao Gao". Gao Gao, it didn't bloom today, it's going to rain.

After the storm, the female farmer I was comforting the remnant flowers when she found small eyes growing in the soil.

Today, I made an exception to have breakfast... Basil grew it himself and brewed the green sauce himself. Fortunately, I don't have to make the caviar himself. The ten-year-old nutty flavor of Kaluga coincides with the angel face of basil, green olive and pine nuts. This is the rhythm of growing wings.

After the rain, I found that the seedlings of the four tomato seedlings had germinated. The birds and I agreed to celebrate if they were actually planted. The blueberries are almost ripe, which is a gift from nature. I'm happy that the birds like it, I just lend flowers to my fans.

The female farmer spends the day writing at home and takes a breather in the afternoon. When I opened the door, I just wanted to grab a few tender pumpkin seedlings and stir-fry them as a side dish. I thought that if they all bloom later, I would have to eat melons. Unexpectedly, I found that Bai Su had grown to almost the height of a person!

I started to "ignore" a small seed, and I haven't raised it in vain for two years. The basil is still short, so when it gets bigger, it will be better to wrap sashimi. As a flower destroyer like me, two kinds of shepherd's purse, two kinds of green onions, four kinds of tomatoes, and N kinds of spices actually popped up in my house. You must also learn from Bai Su! Who is that cute little insect with a tail like a dachshund last year? What is it doing? It bit off the gardenia again? Although I am very naughty, I have no time to lower myself. I am going to eat linner.

I didn't need to set the alarm clock. At seven o'clock, I was woken up by a bird chirping, probably reminding me that gardenias and roses were all new. Then I'll take breakfast. Every year, I couldn't resist Quyuan's wishes. I opened the stuffed Yangzhou rice dumplings and Gaoyou double yellow salted duck eggs, soaked a cup of Biluochun, smelled the fragrance, and decided to eat more so that I could continue to work in the wild yard. A friend at Chunxia Farm said that my melon and fruit leaves were a little yellow, so he gave me a bottle of brown sugar enzyme to support me. I will dilute it and pour it thoroughly. Seeing Zilla and radish seedlings finally stand up, I really feel happy. The essence of gardening and friends is not for harvest. Every day's nourishment will grow. Thanks

I got up early to take care of the wild yard and found that the flowers were blooming. There was a diary left on the edge of the yard for a month, but I ignored it and waited for someone to pick it up. The rain has dipped again and again, and I think the master will not come. Look at the cover, there should be love letters inside. I didn't open it and threw it in the trash. When flowers bloom, just cherish them.

Showing our family's perilla flowers to see others 'perilla flowers is to give them the courage to live...

Super simple lunch, a bowl of old chicken soup noodles, eggplant leaves soak in chicken oil.

Go home after hard work, wake up naturally and let me return to myself. I remember when I was writing the story of fermentation and spices, my lemon balm was still very short, and now it grows taller than rosemary.

Unfortunately, because I have been on business trips, the Xiaoye yard is hot, and the spices are drooping down due to lack of water. When I touch it, it is all the charming essential oils that have evaporated. It actually dries until the oil comes out. It feels so sad. I quickly gave everyone water, hoping that the yard would cheer up at night.

After finishing farm work, the snail and I were all set on the first cucumber of the summer. A bite of crispy and sweet prickly cucumber is simple and happy.

This dog with a long dachshund tail bit off all the gardenias while I was away. It's really a dog.😂Fortunately, all the spices I can eat are fine. Every time I go on a business trip for a long time, there is definitely a shock in the basin. I drink a glass of iced plum wine and wait for the rainstorm, otherwise my heart will be broken.

These two days are all fast-handed dishes, including tomato leaf shrimp and cheese, whole-wheat calzone, spearmint red wine stewed beef, wild spring onion and golden word ham and winter melon soup... The wild spring onions, spearmint, and tomato seedlings grown by female farmers are going to go bald.

The rubber tree in the yard has a new leaf, and it looks so proud. I made coffee for a friend and used alpine roses to suck the beans, so I didn't taste the fragrance of roses when I drank it. I said it so coincidentally. That bite was just the right time to puff out the beans. The female farmers are also very proud.

Rosemary and mint are growing wildly in the small courtyard after the rain. I will start dipping in fragrant oil tomorrow. No one knows what miracle they will encounter. Fear and complaints are a waste of life after a disaster.

I was cooking one day. In today's Beurre aromatisé recipe, I added black pepper to my hands and a little heavier with milk and salt buns. I planned to add champagne and rosemary ham Focacha. The dying perilla tree in my house before still grew up happily. To celebrate, I excitedly made tofu with perilla and crab flour. I couldn't finish it all, so for dinner, I would fry garlic and stew a perch...

While cooking, I lamented that I had reached the age where I would not scream when I saw vegetable insects, but would instead be happy. The spearmint in the wild yard actually has the luck of being selected by insects. I thought most insects had no taste and wouldn't like strange spices.

As a result, there were too many snails, centipedes, millipedes, and smelly farts in the wild yard. It's not good to be used to belittle myself. After all, I am the fattest insect in the family! This is the confidence of female farmers ~

On rainy days, we couldn't let go of those fruiting, sprouting, and blooming wild yard babies, so we could only go home to fight the drought.

I just hope that the scorching heat will pass soon, and Clivia is so ugly that she refuses to appear on the screen. In my yard, I poured water on dry and horizontal dishes for half an hour. When I was tired, I started eating easily. I don't know whether I was going home to fight for the drought or to grab the harvest. These days, I have regained my understanding of greatness and insignificance.

On a muddy day, the few worthless trees in the female farmer's house were indeed lying flat. I picked a few residual branches and arranged flowers. This time, I finally had no hesitation.

The cucumber vine was turned into Voldemort, and the nightshade was probably cursed by the Resurrection Stone and was all ripe. I simply braved the rain and picked it all for afternoon tea and snacks.

One is crisp, the other is mushy, and both are clear and sweet. I can't tell if it's sweat, rain, or saliva.

A person who was not used to using his voice recorded a voice and became hoarse again. When he saw that the tomatoes he planted were knotted, he couldn't scream. He could only miserably blow out the wind with the mouth of the mouth.

Few people understand the tiredness of big meals. I really want to eat a few bites of clean side dishes. When the female farmers returned home, they had a bumper harvest of chicken feathers and cucumbers (although they were a little thicker than expected).

The shrimp seed soy sauce made by my sister was also sent from Suzhou. I quickly cut the French spring onions and made a mixed noodles with scallion oil.

This time, the chicken feathers are not mashed with garlic, but they are also stir-fried with a few drops. It is really organic and fragrant! If you grow your own vegetables, you won't pull out the weeds, otherwise, what will the insects eat when they grow taller!

I thought you were dead, but you were here. When crape myrtle should be opened, the emperor really doesn't need to remember it.

Today, I received a custom-made oil chicken fir as a gift from the 3300-meter plateau in Shangri-La. One spoonful of it is full of "freshly needed delicacies" from a lazy cook like me. Go to the wild yard and pick newly grown eggplant roots. A handful of noodles are simple fresh sponges. Let me build another small-grain native species from Yunnan. The height must at least match. How lucky I am to have just enough what I want.

At home, we have green peppers that are just growing, and the chicken is fried in oil and sweet. I gave this morning's share to espresso. After drinking it, I drank some water, and it was sweet.

The rain suddenly cleared and cleared. I looked at the Huoxiang flower rain at home through the window. The tree that was blown down by the typhoon was still strong and alive. This is the season of the year when plants bloom happily. Crape myrtle is in full bloom, and seven or eight flower buds burst out of the rose.

The cucumber climbs the length of the flower stand of the windmill and jasmine. Judging from the appearance of imitating ballet, it is moistened by the rain. I don't have time to care about it. I want the autumn sowing first. Female farmer, I finally made up my mind to mow the grass today and prepared to learn to make my own grass fertilizer enzymes.

Sweat and rain hit my back. After working, I just want to eat. I collected a batch of chicken feathers and cucumbers and made a simple lunch with chicken juice.

Our figs in Jiangnan are not as amazing as the Yunnan figs I eat."Waiting" has become humble piety. Fortunately, my family's classic fig herb muffin has returned, and it cannot be achieved without the natural juice blooming sweet figs.

Because the fruits at home were exploding, I made peach jam last night and fig jam today. I suddenly realized how important the issue of ripeness is to food. If you can eat fresh, why do you have to make sauce?

You must have such a good time and place if you are familiar with it, then you will become old and rotten. At this time, when the red skin was miniaturized, the sugar I added was qualified to be less, and the grass-flavored tannins I wanted to remove were naturally annihilated. "This is jam!" The surprise taste can come out.

After many days of heavy rain, the fig leaves in my house were bald in the sun, but I was happy that they had grown again. Everything is sometimes.

The water hyacinth bloomed at home, but I was told that it was for pigs, and I felt mixed. My mood is very simple, I will feed the pigs...

My mother-in-law, a female farmer, has fried miscellaneous vegetables with olive oil for snacks this afternoon. I finally went home to rest. As soon as I arrived, I went to the wild yard to do farm work, but I was hungry.

I found it was another new cucumber silently waiting for me and didn't want to eat it. Spearmint died and came back again, and I didn't want to eat it.

If you don't finish this crop of chicken feathers, you'll get old. Eat it, not to mention shepherd's purse and amaranth have popped up again... It's really a half-hearted move to lose weight.

I was using tweezers to pick up the turtle ladybugs one by one this morning because I really didn't want to use any medicine. Female farmer, I am slowly understanding "biological dynamics". Raising plants can make people crazy. I believe that the mood of the bird, the taste of the soil and the changes in the phase of the moon will all affect each other and affect my plants. Now, my psychological condition is close to mastering witchcraft.

As usual, get up early to collect the vegetables, and this time make a cup of "Bubble Hand Chong" to reward myself who is sweating profusely.

I grabbed a cucumber with a snail and ate it. When I took it away, it was already "gnawed" a little, but I didn't mind at all. I'd rather spend the time making a tomato-flavored cheese soft cheese and then quietly wait for the tomatoes in the wild yard to mature.

Rainstorms are like waterfalls, and hearts are like still water. I didn't go anywhere during the typhoon, but fortunately I still had enough coffee and eggs. Mix olive oil with flaxseed oil, and fry a self-grown green pepper as a side dish. This is sweet and precious.

Not enough praise, I want to flatter autumn. After all, it is the season for sowing new species. I said I wanted to sing to plants, but unfortunately I didn't have a good voice. I could only praise the cabbage as rapeseed flowers and try it. The cabbage at home has sprouted and grown very well. Unfortunately, it is planted too densely. If this continues, it will definitely turn yellow. I drank two cups of Friubai in a row, listened to Dr. Garden's words, used coffee grounds as nitrogen fertilizer, and tried my best to save it, hoping that there would be time.

In autumn, I watered ornamental pomegranates in the wild yard in the morning, cut off a few mustard greens, and stir-fried them in olive oil. The refreshing bitterness made me feel comfortable.

The wild yard is full of perilla, and the eggplant flowers are also seduced to droop, silently preparing to give birth to new life in autumn. Anyway, it smells fragrant today.

Urgent review of films and slow eating. Wild yard mixed vegetable salad and wild ginkgo seeds will also have to be given time to grow.

At a glance, it's all miscellaneous vegetables, but I like them. The cloves and Polygonum, which had been carefully studied, were brought home by a small bird. It's season, and I'm waiting for it to bloom with small yellow flowers. This year's agrass flowers are quite plump, and the purple lotus root petals are more suitable for me than ordinary Turkish spice coffee. They are quite fragrant. In other words, the perilla flowers at home also grow well and can bloom fully in half a month. What worries me most is the shepherd's purse. It won't grow up. I have to wait for the spring breeze. If I breathe loudly, it will not be in a hurry. The flower language of lilac and Polygonum just explains that this is called "Blue birds do not spread letters outside the clouds, and lilac is empty and sad in the rain."

The perilla flowers bloom, like little purple stars blinking. This time, we have an extra dish at home with stir-fried shrimp and sprinkled with perilla flowers.

A week passed, and my yard had all kinds of purple. The flowers of Huoxiang withered and bloomed again, but the female farmer still had no time to apply her peeled purple nails.

A "busy day", writing, growing vegetables, and drinking at home.

As the seeds sown in autumn sprout, the female farmers predict that they will grow well. But Sichuan fire onions don't grow tall in my family because they are too easy to use.

I didn't go out for three days, so I accompanied the scallion and stone olives from the New Street Vegetable Market in Yibin, Sichuan. Stone olives were planted next to Dendrobium of the same family in my family, so that they had a companion, and now they are both alive.

The small eggplant in the second season of this year also grew in the autumn rain, so I am going to lightly fry it for lunch. It just happened that the "Yuanhong Douban" has arrived. It is called clear oil Douban in old Chengdu, and you must use raw clear oil to soak it.

I added a full spoon to my little eggplant, which is slightly spicy and slightly sweet.

During the pomegranate season, I made a simple lunch. I picked basil flowers and prepared to season shrimp and egg stewed.

I thought autumn would end like a bald perilla flower. Who knew that the agrass flowers have never stopped blooming from late summer to the present.

And my broccoli, purple blue, oyster leaves... also sprouted out of time. Winter does not have any qualitative deterrent effect on the truth of vigorous life.

In autumn, a pink rose and a little red rose quietly appeared in the house. When the ten-cilantro is in full growth season, add a little garlic and a lot of XO sauce to change the name to the ten-cilantro.

It took me a cup of coffee to get rid of all the eggplant in the wild yard, and also grilled a walnut muffin quickly.

Before going on a business trip, I made myself a bowl of noodles based on tom yum soup. Miscellaneous vegetables produced in Yeiyuan, served with local shrimp, eggs, and a little angel pasta. I boiled it and made a delicious bowl.

In the morning, I made an American cup with Rose Summer SOE and sat in the yard in the sun and ate a crisp macaron. I was so happy. This is the season when the leaves of the windmill jasmine, the fruits of the Nantian bamboo and the red wood poles are gradually turning red. It is also the season when the winter-resistant seeds I sow in autumn sprout green.

Three days of writing at home made me feel physically and mentally settled, and the only things I struggled with were trivial things that blew by in the autumn wind. I suddenly wanted to drink double espresso in the morning, but I was afraid that my stomach would be uncomfortable, so I made it into Fri White. Serve it with a crambled, but I didn't want to have milk, so I used raw ground soy milk instead of daily light cream to make a Chinese scrambled egg. The miscellaneous vegetables in the wild yard have grown taller, and the frying speed is a little unable to keep up with...

In the early winter rain, flowers like little purple goldfish bloomed. That was the apple mint (Six Big Mountains Nepeta) given by the bird. It grew up.

Xiaoxue writes at home and follows the light barefoot. Wherever there are flaws, warmth shines in. Ugly vegetables and young tomatoes are sweet.

In Hangzhou, there is a strong wind blowing in winter, carrying the yellow and green color of autumn, and I am shivering like a ginkgo leaf. Looking at the lotus grass and chiba orchids in the wild yard, I feel at ease. With their protection, the soil is still wet and warm when the cold wind blows.

I planted the new Chaoshan Xuetong cabbage, hoping to grow new leaves as soon as possible, and it may be accurate to milliseconds after eating it.

Look at the newly grown dense vegetables in the wild vegetable yard. Even if I have surplus food at home, I still panic!

From now on, I will be happy to give me rice with vegetables, white rice, and fried rice every meal. Frosted miscellaneous vegetables, lightly salt, and crispy and sweet in the mouth. This is dessert. Danger ahead, I feel fat...

I am afraid that only midnight snack can help me for a meeting with a country with a seven-hour time difference in the middle of the night. We have a bumper harvest of cilantro grown at home, which is really refreshing.

In the bleak winter, every bit of produce in the wild yard becomes more and more precious in my heart. Tonight's seafood cream pasta, I added Spanish-style barbecue sauce, which contains onions and apples. The flavor and shape match well with the apple mint I planted. The leaves are soft and soft in the cream soup, and add a little Gin to remove the fishy smell and enhance the aroma.

This season, the coriander babies in the wild yard are sweet, turning smoothly from spices to main courses, and they are not too delicious at all.

Spending work is also a very important thing. Before Christmas, I poured a glass of Rosa wine, which could pretend to be Christmas wine, and listened to all the songs in the Green Book completely. As a result, I didn't finish a glass of wine, but I was full of the remaining "wine dishes" in the refrigerator. It's so salty, I started writing when I wanted something sweet. This year I want to make a different apple pie with "apple mint" flavor. If it weren't for the birds bringing seeds in autumn, I probably would never have known that there was a kind of mint in the world that took advantage of fruits. It is fluffy, grows on its own, and has a very unique aroma. It is not literally apple flavor, but traditional apple pie flavor. It has a sweet aroma of cinnamon and caramel, and even a little honey. It is very wonderful. The picture and video of the apple mint on Baidu are all wrong. It is spearmint. Okay, the process of dawdling is over, and I finally begin to write.

I still went home non-stop on New Year's Eve. The driver laughed and said,"People are celebrating New Year's Eve, but I cross provinces." I just want to go home, but I don't know what I'm thinking about.

The wild yard is my key protection object. I was afraid that in the middle of winter, if more watering, it would freeze and damage the babies, so I turned off the automatic irrigation system for a month. As a result, rosemary withered into a scarlet, like a dying rose in the desert. I was so distressed that I quickly watered it!

However, the chicken feathers at home are too majestic, and I don't know whether to laugh or cry about turning my pet pig into a big fat pig. The scallion brought back from the plateau last year is really not afraid of cold or dry. It grows luxuriant than anyone else...

For a month, everything tender turned into dusk. I replaced the flowers at home with red leaves from the wild yard.

The part between nature and creation is the most charming to me. Flowers and coffee utensils should also be matched. Work from last night to this morning was full... At least relax your eyes while drinking coffee.

The green vegetables were too rough in my house, and the female farmer was reluctant to throw them away, so she could only use them to make kimchi. The process was taught by Dr. Jin Su, a fermentation expert.

At this time of the year, female farmers find it very difficult. As usual, some plants with difficulty in wintering, such as canna and turtle bamboo, will die. This year's new Ficus Heartleaf and Ficus Heartleaf have also begun to turn yellow. The leaves are cracked off under the Vietnamese leaves, and Dryopteris drooping long hair.

However, I searched the wild yard and didn't know when, I found that radishes, shepherd's purse, rapeseed flowers... all quietly grew. After the farm work, I am ready to eat more! It warms me up, just like spring not far away. Everything will get better.

I pickled the small jar of pickled cabbage I planted, and finally after 72 hours of fermentation, I met the delicate and plump silver pomfret fish.

The most rare part of New Year's Eve dinner is the spring rolls wrapped in newly long shepherd's purse in the yard, which you eat with your family.

The vegetables at home are full again. Worrying, can you eat it faster?

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The goddess asked

If you want fruit seeds, what do you want?

"I ask what era it is today, but I don't know whether there is a Han Dynasty, whether it is Wei and Jin."

--Tao Yuanming's "A Story of Peach Blossom Land"

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