One Hundred and Sixty Xinquan Village (Rich Oil Red Sauce and Shibi +)

160 New Spring Village

The braised pork rice noodles were quickly served. The steaming rice noodles were served in a thick porcelain bowl, with a lot of shiny and fragrant braised pork, red and bright chili oil, green chopped green onions, and buckled on the snow-white rice noodles. Smell, just the appearance is enough to tempt people.

"It's really fragrant!" Shen Jiao sniffed hard and couldn't help but admire.

"Fragrant? Every time I come back, I have to eat a few bowls of rice noodles. I can't eat such authentic food elsewhere. Eat it quickly, Jiaojiao. Here, these braised pork are for you. It's delicious."

Han Qixiu gave all the braised pork in his bowl to Shen Jiao. Shen Jiao was very happy. Han Qixiu likes meat the most. He used to say that whoever wants to grab meat from him, he will fight with whomever he wants. Now He actually gave her meat to eat, how could she not be moved!

"Brother Han also eats meat, how can I eat so much!"

Shen Jiao put the meat back into Han Qixiu's bowl. This shop is very real, and they gave her a lot of meat. She could eat her own portion of meat to be full!

"Cough, cough, cough!" Shen Jiaxing couldn't help but coughed a few times, reminding Shen Jiao not to forget his old man.

Shen Jiao raised her head and saw Shen Jiaxing, who was a little gloomy. She thought that he had too little meat, so she hurriedly gave him some meat: "Grandpa, eat more meat!"

"Jiaojiao eats it by herself, it's almost over, we have to go to Xinquan Village to report!"

How could Shen Jiaxing eat Shen Jiao's meat, he took it back for her, and gave Zhu Siya a few pieces. This girl has already wiped out half the bowl of rice noodles, and she buried her head in the bowl and never saw her lift it up.

The marinade saved by the shopkeeper's grandfather is really authentic. The marinated meat is fat but not greasy, delicious and delicious, with an endless aftertaste. Even Shen Jiao, who doesn't like fatty meat, even ate several pieces of pork belly, not to mention Zhu Siya, who doesn't avoid meat and vegetables, takes a bite of pork belly without even blinking an eyelid.

"It's really delicious, and the soup is delicious, but unfortunately I can't eat it."

Shen Jiao looked at the bowl of rice noodles with regret, and her mouth wanted to eat it, but her stomach couldn't hold it.

"It's okay, let's eat again next time!"

Han Qixiu poured the rice vermicelli from Shen Jiao's bowl into his own, and snorted to eat. Shen Jiao was a little embarrassed and wanted to stop him from eating the leftover rice vermicelli, but he didn't know what to say.

A bowl of rice noodles can have at least three taels. Even the soup, rice noodles and toppings can be eaten, and a big man can be full of water. Zhu Siya touched her stomach with satisfaction, and burped, and the porcelain bowl in front of her was clean. , not even the chopped green onion.

"Let's go, let's go to Xinquan Village. The secretary of Xinquan Village is one of my clan brothers. He is very talkative and will take care of you." Han Qixiu paid the ticket and took Shen Jiao out.

Xinquan Village is about 50 miles away from Huaxin County. The mountain road is uneven and bumpy. Shen Jiao was dizzy and dizzy. She felt nauseated in her chest, and all the rice noodles she had eaten at noon rolled in her stomach.

"Brother Han, stop now, I want to vomit." Shen Jiao covered her mouth and felt extremely uncomfortable.

Han Qixiu was so frightened that she hurriedly stopped the car, Shen Jiao hurriedly pushed open the car door, rushed to the side of the road and vomited. He vomited cleanly, and his stomach was empty.

Shen Jiaxing couldn't help but pat Shen Jiao's back, but he was so distressed that he complained about Han Qixiu: "What kind of driving skills do you have? Jiaojiao never faints on the bus in Haishi, but when you get in your car, she faints!"

Han Qixiu also blamed himself, rarely did not slap Shen Jiaxing back, and said guilty: "I'm driving too fast, Jiaojiao drink some water!"

Shen Jiao felt much better after she vomited, but her face was pale and pale, her lips were bloodless, and she felt uncomfortable when she heard eating, so she hurriedly covered her mouth and waved to Han Qixiu, "I don't drink anymore, I will vomit after drinking. "

Zhu Siya sighed faintly next to her, and said distressedly: "Bai Xia is so old with rice noodles and noodles, I would have known that I wouldn't eat it!"

Although Shen Jiao suffered to the point of death,

Seeing the distressed look on Zhu Siya's face, she couldn't help but squirt. I have never seen someone as protective of food as Zhu Siya!

The next Lu Han Qixiu drove very slowly, not much faster than the ox cart. Shen Jiao fell asleep shortly after lying on Shen Jiaxing's lap, her eyebrows were still deep, and it was distressing to see.

Although Xinquan Village is not big, it is very famous in Huaxin County. No one dares to come to this village to run wild. As long as you are a local of Huaxin, if you know that you are from Xinquan Village, you must be respectful, delicious, and entertaining. of.

Because Huaxin County is a hometown of martial arts, and the folk customs are martial, but to say that the top martial arts masters must be in Xinquan Village, any old lady in Xinquan Village can beat several strong men, not to mention strong men, that All are martial arts masters.

The villagers in Xinquan Village are all surnamed Han, and hundreds of households are all surnamed Han, and there is no foreign surname. It can be said that the entire Xinquan Village is a big family.

There is no intermarriage within the clan, and the daughter-in-law is married from outside the village. The daughter can not marry outside, but only the son-in-law is allowed to come to the door, and future children must also change their surnames to Han. This is a rule handed down from Xinquan Village for hundreds of years, and no one dares. destroy.

Let’s put it this way, Xinquan Village is a paradise hidden in the deep mountains. It is a world of its own and does not ask about the outside world. However, this tradition was broken by one person 40 years ago.

This man is Han Qingye, the grandfather of Han Qixiu. Han Qingye has superb martial arts and great ambitions. He is not willing to be mediocre in the mountain nest like his ancestors to death. At the age of fifteen, he ran out and participated in the revolution. In the end, he became the famous General Han.

Moreover, Han Qingye later returned to the village and took away many young adults who were just as unwilling to be mediocre as he was. These young adults were all skilled in martial arts and became the backbone of Han Qingye's army. The support of these tribes is inseparable.

These clansmen who were taken out by Han Qingye, who survived became high-ranking generals, and they were considered successful. Some people have calculated that there are nine high-ranking generals in a village in Guangxinquan Village, not including those who died posthumously. Among them, the highest rank is naturally Han Qingye.

Because of this, Han Qingye's status in Xinquan Village is extremely high. Although he does not hold any position in the clan, he is able to speak in the clan, and no one dares to underestimate him.

"Here, this is Xinquan Village." Han Qixiu parked the car at the entrance of the village and opened the door to help Shen Jiao.

Shen Jiao got out of the car, and the gentle mountain wind blew on her face, which made her a lot more awake. She looked around at this beautiful village that Han Qixiu called. It was surrounded by lush mountains on three sides. A car passed, very narrow.

"Brother Han, this place is easy to defend and difficult to attack. It is indeed a good place!" Shen Jiao praised.

Han Qixiu was extremely proud: "That's natural, this is a Fengshui treasure that our ancestors of the Han family personally picked, can it be bad?"

"Let's go, I'll take you to my brother's house to report." Han Qixiu dragged Shen Jiao into the village, and from time to time told her to be careful with her feet.

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