The first thing that catches the eye is a large green bamboo forest. The green shadows of the green bamboos are whirling. The sunlight passes through the bamboo leaves and sprinkles on the ground in spots.
The Houshan Bamboo Forest is not actually a real mountain, it can only be roughly regarded as a small hillside. There are bamboos here. Whenever someone needs some furniture at home, they will come here to get it.
For example, his grandfather was not only a carpenter, but also made household tools out of bamboo pieces. For example, the basket on the baby's back was made by his grandfather.
Similar to things used at home, such as poles, flat baskets, and wooden barrels, as long as they can be made of wood, his grandfather is not vague at all.
Most of the farm tools used at home are made by the older generation in the village, which is also due to this bamboo forest.
The bamboo forest is a bit flat, and at a glance you can see some bamboo shoots sprouting their heads, and then they ran over excitedly.
In Da Wa's mind, bamboo shoots are not very delicious, and they will only use them to fill their stomachs unless the family is short of food.
When Shiro was one year old, his family spent all their savings on medical treatment for him.
They even borrowed some from outsiders, so their family ate bamboo shoots for a long time.
Thinking back on those astringent and hard bamboo shoots, my stomach couldn't help but churn.
But since it's already here, and my brother is shouting for food, I just pick some and go back to satisfy him.
Originally, she just wanted to come over and take a few back, but her brother insisted on coming with a basket, and she couldn't bear to dampen his enthusiasm, so she had to let it go.
In a short time, Ling Yun dug up a large bundle.
I can't help but wonder, why is no one in the village willing to eat such good bamboo shoots?
"Sister, no one wants to eat such good bamboo shoots?"
"These bamboo shoots are too astringent and hard. Not many people in the village like to eat them. Usually only those who can't fill their stomachs will dig them." Facing his younger brother's doubts, the eldest child patiently explained to him.
Oh my god, if this thing has ingredients, it will definitely taste great. How could you not like to eat it? Were ancient people also such picky eaters?
You must be doing it the wrong way, just wait!
Wait until I take it back and see what I do with it. It will definitely surprise you.
In less than half an hour, Da Wa had finished half of the frame. She wanted to dig more, but Ling Yun stopped her because it was too heavy and she was worried that she would not be able to carry it later.
In fact, he thought too much, even if he filled the basket.
This weight is simply a piece of cake and not worth mentioning for a big kid who has been doing heavy work since childhood.
But Da Wa didn't know what he was thinking in his heart, so he just thought he wanted that much.
After digging the bamboo shoots, Ling Yun wandered in the bamboo forest. He found that this bamboo forest was very comfortable. Walking in it felt like a boat rippling in the emerald green sea.
The cool breeze blows in waves, and the air is filled with the fragrance of bamboo leaves, which makes people feel refreshed and relaxed. It is really a good place to enjoy the cool air.
This situation makes me want to write a poem!
After walking for a while, I was about to go back when suddenly there was a sound of caracara coming from my ears.
At first he thought some villager was sawing bamboo here, but after looking around, he found no one.
Following the sound, I walked in and saw that it was a gray bamboo rat holding a bamboo leaf and gnawing at the entrance of the cave.
I saw it facing away from the cave entrance, concentrating on eating with its head lowered.
When he saw it was a bamboo rat, Ling Yun's eyes naturally shone. At this moment, his eyes were full of flesh.
He remembered that it had been a long time since he had eaten meat, let alone pure game.
He often ate bamboo rats in later generations because his parents died early and there was only one grandma in the family. At that time, he would often go out to find something to eat.
I don't know if it was a coincidence, but in my previous life there was a bamboo forest in the back mountain, and Ling Yun had a lot to eat at that time.
In addition to bamboo shoots, all kinds of things that swim in the water, fly in the sky, crawl on the ground, and all kinds of things are caught and eaten by the clouds.
At the same time, he is also grateful that these things exist, otherwise he may not be able to survive in future generations.
He had also caught bamboo rats, but they were not as fat as the one in front of him.
He swallowed, took off his shoes, and gently approached with his toes. He quickly picked up its tail with one hand and pinched its head with the other hand.
"Hey, I caught you."
This is really an unexpected surprise!
Ling Yun saw it moving around and quickly held it down, then squatted down and pressed it down with his thighs to prevent it from escaping.
Seeing that he had it under control, he quickly shouted at the top of his lungs: "Sister, come quickly!"
When the eldest child heard this, he thought something had happened to him and stood up in a hurry.
He casually picked up the small hoe and followed Ling Yun's voice to find it.
"Brother, where are you?"
"Sister, I'm here, here."
Da Wa saw him squatting with something underneath him, "Brother, what are you doing?"
"Sister, come and take a look." Ling Yun did not move, but turned slightly sideways, motioning for her to come over.
Seeing his mysterious behavior, Da Wa hurriedly came to him, glanced out of the corner of her eyes, and found a bamboo rat pressing under him, and she grinned happily.
"Brother, you are so awesome. You can catch such a big bamboo rat when you go out."
I saw Da Wa grabbing its tail with one hand and grabbing its neck with the other. The bamboo rat kept cooing in protest.
The big boy pressed the bamboo shoots on the bamboo rat, picked up the basket neatly, and held his hand to go home.
Before entering the house, the eldest child happily shouted at the door: "Mom, mother, we are back."
"Come back as soon as you come back. How can such a big girl be so frizzy and not calm at all?"
Mr. Liang, who was sitting in the courtyard, looked at the panting big boy and said sternly.
"Grandma." As soon as he entered the door and saw that it was Mr. Liang, Ling Yun immediately said hello.
"My dear grandson is back."
When she saw it was Ling Yun, Mrs. Liang immediately changed her appearance. She was angry just now, but now she was smiling.
"Grandma, guess what we brought back?"
Da Wa wasn't angry either, she was used to it anyway, and started selling the business mysteriously.
Grandma didn't understand why, and her grandson was no longer angry when she was nearby. Instead, she joked in a rare way: "What did you bring back? It's just bamboo shoots. I heard your mother said that if Shiro wants to eat this, he can bring it with him. Why?"
What a fuss."
The eldest child grinned and said to Mrs. Liang: "Grandma, what I brought back this time is not just bamboo shoots, but also unexpected harvests."
Mrs. Liang couldn't help but become curious when she saw the big baby being so mysterious, and then quickly untied the basket.
After unloading the basket on the big baby, Liang glanced over and found that there were only bamboo shoots. She was disappointed and said: "Why are there only bamboo shoots?"
I saw Da Wa taking out all the bamboo shoots, and a plump gray bamboo rat was revealed.
Mrs. Liang immediately became happy and said in surprise: "Oh, it's a bamboo rat. How did you catch it?"
"My younger brother caught him." Da Wa blurted out without thinking, looking extremely proud.
"Hahaha, my dear grandson, well done. Big boy, put this bamboo rat in the chicken coop and let your father take it to the town to sell it tomorrow."
Then he didn't forget to say: "Hey, what are you doing with so many bamboo shoots? They don't taste good."
Ling Yun was disappointed when he saw that the meat in his mouth was broken. But the fried bamboo shoots could not be wasted.
He opened his eyes wide and pouted to Mrs. Liang: "Grandma, why don't bamboo shoots taste good?"
"My dear grandson, this bamboo shoot is very astringent. No matter what you do, you can't get rid of the astringent taste. Besides, we don't have much oil and water in our stomachs. If we eat too much, we will easily get stomachaches."
Liang explained it to him very patiently.
"Then grandma, leave the bamboo shoots matter to me. I promise to make them delicious, but not now!"
"Okay, okay, I listen to you. You can eat whenever you want. You can do whatever you want. Grandma has listened to you." Mrs. Liang said dotingly.
Ling Yun asked Da Wa to remove the shells from all the bamboo shoots he brought back, then took the knife and bucket to the river.
"Brother, why did you bring the bamboo shoots here?" Da Wa was puzzled.
"Sister, washing at home is too wasteful. It's convenient to wash here."
"My brother is so kind. He knows how to save water."
"Sister, you cut the cleaned bamboo into sections one by one, and then take the tenderest, white section."
After hearing Ling Yun's words, Da Wa raised the knife and dropped it without any ambiguity.
"Sister, then cut them in half, and finally cut them into slices."
Da Wa feels that her brother is really capable of causing trouble, but she doesn't want to bother him. She will do whatever Ling Yun says.
"Brother, is this all right?" After some twists and turns, Da Wa showed the sliced bamboo shoots to Ling Yun.
"Sister, that's it." Ling Yun washed them again, then put them in a bucket and soaked them in water.
The two returned home again, and Ling Yun asked Da Wa to put them in the kitchen.
"Brother, do you want to fry this for you to eat later?" Putting the bamboo shoots away, the eldest child couldn't help but ask.
"Sister, that's not enough yet. We need to soak them for a few days to get out their astringent taste. Then they won't feel astringent and hard when you eat them!"
"Really? Is soaking like this really useful?" Da Wa was very surprised.
"Seriously, sister, if you pick it up and fry it in a few days, it will definitely be delicious." Ling Yun patted her chest to assure her.
The eldest child was doubtful, but did not continue to ask. The younger brother said that it would be a few days, and if it was not delicious by then, it would save him the trouble in the future.
At the same time, he also told Da Wa that the water of bamboo shoots should be changed every morning and they can be eaten for five consecutive days.
She also told her that the water used to soak bamboo shoots should not be used to feed livestock. The eldest child felt that she was confused, how could there be so many rules for making bamboo shoots.
Many people don't know that bamboo shoots are slightly poisonous. If the water in which they are soaked is used to feed domestic pigs, the pigs will suddenly die of illness after eating them.
Why does he know so clearly?
Because he often ate bamboo shoots in later generations, he once fed the soaked water directly to the pigs. As a result, the old sow that he had raised for several years suddenly died.
He originally thought it was the cause of his illness, but later he heard the elders in the village talking about it and realized that the water in which the bamboo shoots were soaked was poisonous.
"Old lady, I just saw a bamboo rat in the chicken coop in the woodshed. What's going on?"
Ling Dashan, who came back from outside at dinner time, suddenly found a bamboo rat in the chicken coop and was very surprised.
"Your precious grandson was caught digging bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest." Speaking of this, her face was filled with a smile.
"Oh? My dear grandson rarely goes out. Why would he want to go out and dig for that thing today?"
"He clamored for food today, so he asked Da Wa to take him there. Didn't you see that the bucket in the kitchen still contains his harvest today?"
"If he likes to toss, let him toss for a while. Maybe he can bring us more surprises next time." Ling Dashan didn't object, and his grandson would do whatever he wanted.
"Anyway, there's not much work in the fields. Let Daren go to town tomorrow to sell the bamboo rats and see if there are any day laborers."
Just like that, the game that Ling Yun longed for was completely out of his reach.
This chapter has been completed!