"I'm talking about future generations."

The sound came from afar.

Yi Shuyuan, who had already walked for a while, was stunned for a moment, turned around and looked back, and found that the woodcutter had changed his route at some point and was walking towards him.

Surprised, Yi Shuyuan nodded.

"Is there something wrong with this old man?"

The woodcutter walked over carrying firewood, holding his back with one hand and wiping sweat with the other.

"I feel thirsty while collecting firewood, and I forgot to bring a container. I just saw that you brought a bamboo can, but do you still have water to drink?"

Yi Shuyuan was relieved and smiled. He stopped where he was and waited for the woodcutter to come over. Then he took off the bamboo can from his waist and handed it to him.

"Also, take it and drink it."

The woodcutter looked happy, took the bamboo can and drank until there was not a drop left, then handed the bamboo can back to Yi Shuyuan.

Yi Shuyuan shook the bamboo can. It was completely empty. He could only smile helplessly, but didn't say anything.

"I was just too thirsty and drank too much."

"It's just a can of water, not worth talking about."

Yi Shuyuan put away the bamboo cans and was about to leave, and the woodcutter walked with him.

"Where are you going to after birth?" "Shannangang."

"Oh, that's on my way, let's go together for a while."

Yi Shuyuan felt very relaxed at the moment. Maybe it was because of his change in mood, or maybe it was because the person next to him gave him a natural and easy-going feeling. In short, it was the first time they met, and they were quite harmonious while walking and chatting.

"You are a free and easy young man. Why are you going up the mountain so early in the morning?"

"The scenery in the mountains is beautiful and with my parents by my side, it's a good place where I can be quiet and peaceful for a while."

As Yi Shuyuan answered, he naturally held up a small branch blocking the road to let the woodcutter pass first. This action was not the first time.

The woodcutter followed, tying the firewood rope with both hands, with a smile on his face.

"I really don't believe it when people say they are here to find some peace and quiet. You are quite interesting."

Hearing this, Yi Shuyuan was certain that the woodcutter was not from Xihe Village, otherwise it would be impossible not to recognize him. He had just been thinking about how a village had some relatives and friends, and he didn't even know what to call it.

, after all, I am quite senior, so I don’t need to think too much now, I just say it casually.

"Brother, you are really cool in collecting firewood."

The woodcutter turned his head and looked behind him. He was laughing at him for not having enough firewood.

"Haha, at the beginning of spring, trees are growing in the mountains. People who often go to the mountains to collect firewood will not cut them down casually. They can just pick up some dead branches on the mountains. All things should follow the principle of dryness and prosperity, so that they can last forever and prosper!"

"I have learned a lesson, but I am ignorant and ignorant."

Yi Shuyuan didn't think much of me just now, but now he understands the truth. Although he is a little embarrassed, he also feels that this woodcutter is a bit extraordinary.

The little birds in the forest were still chirping very cheerfully, but they were not annoying at all. They followed me noisily and seemed to join the conversation.

Soon we arrived at Shannangang, and we could see the two tombs from a distance.

Yi Shuyuan's steps slowed down when he arrived here, and the woodcutter also put down the firewood and sat on the rocks to rest.

Seeing Yi Shuyuan carefully pulling out the grass near the tomb, the woodcutter looked at it and asked.

"Who is buried in the tomb?"

"It is my parents who went crazy and lost their way in the early years. They left home for many years and did not return. When they came back to consciousness, they found that both parents were dead."

The woodcutter nodded, picked up the firewood stand and carried it on his back. He seemed to have had enough rest and was ready to leave. Before leaving, he looked back at Yi Shuyuan.

"I will pass by here when I have time, and I will take a look at it for you. However, with your temperament, if you enter the officialdom in the future, you will definitely taint your natural instinct, and I'm afraid it will not go well with you!"

Yi Shuyuan was slightly startled. He raised his head and looked in the direction of the woodcutter. His mind was still a little sharp, but other things were fine. But was this sentence something a normal woodcutter could say?

"I have no intention of obtaining fame."

Hearing Yi Shuyuan's words, the woodcutter smiled and shook his head, glanced at him without saying anything, carried the firewood on his back, and left singing folk songs.

"Chopping wood~~getting a salary~living life~~~~a pot of wine~~three liters of rice~~~"

The lingering sound lingers for a long time, surrounding the mountains.

Yi Shuyuan slowly stood up and watched the woodcutter go further and further away. He lowered his head and looked at the bamboo can at his waist. He felt a little excited and couldn't help but think about it.

However, although he had some doubts in his heart, Yi Shuyuan still did not stop the woodcutter, let alone ask any questions. In this case, it is better to let it be. At the worst, he should come to Kuonan Mountain more times in the future.

May still be encountered.

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Is it possible that the woodcutter is a mountain god? Or a martial arts master? Or maybe he is a hermit? Or is he just a woodcutter with some wisdom in life?

Yi Shuyuan was walking in the mountains, a little worried about gains and losses, and soon he heard the sound of running water in his ears.

The woodcutter drank all the water in the bamboo jar. When Yi Shuyuan was thirsty, of course he didn't go home directly, but went to a stream in the mountains to drink water.

Although there have been decades in this world, some profound or vague memories from childhood are still there, and Yi Shuyuan also knows some of the locations of streams in the mountains.

Sure enough, after walking a few steps, a meandering stream of water appeared in sight.

Although the weather is still relatively cold now, the ice has also melted. Yi Shuyuan quickly approached and saw that the stream was extremely clear, and the sound of trickling water danced among the rocks.

Yi Shuyuan rolled up his sleeves and squatted down. He washed his hands with stream water first, then used a bamboo can to catch half of the can under the wash of the stream water. He raised his head and drank "gulu gulu".

"Ha~"

As water from the stream entered his throat, Yi Shuyuan let out a sigh of relief, put down the bamboo can, and wiped the water from the corner of his mouth with his hand.

The water in this stream is collected by mountain springs. Although it is cold, it is clear and sweet.

Yi Shuyuan leaned over again and stretched the bamboo pot into the water. While filling the water, he couldn't help but look up and down the clear stream. He saw many rocks of different shapes in the water, and he couldn't help but feel a little moved in his heart.

The old inkstone inherited from that family has long been broken, and it still needs to be raised at an angle before it can be used. The county government should provide the four treasures of the study, but how can a person who lives by writing and ink not have his own inkstone.

It is quite interesting to find a suitable mountain stone to use as an inkstone!

Thinking like this, Yi Shuyuan put the bamboo can aside, stretched out his hand to pull the rolled up cuffs higher, and then walked directly to rummage among the streams.

There are many smooth stones, but what Yi Shuyuan is looking for is the kind with depressions. The depressions need to be slightly larger and better looking.

The suitable stone has not been found yet, but it has disturbed many eight-legged generals living under the stone. Yi Shuyuan was enjoying it, and was not polite. He simply took the bamboo can and poured out half of the water, then smiled and drank all the crabs of suitable size.

Catch it in.

However, in a short period of time, Yi Shuyuan's anxiety and depression disappeared.

When Yi Shuyuan's legs were sore from squatting and the crabs in the bamboo jar couldn't fit anymore, he finally found a suitable stone more than 20 meters away from where he first drank water.

It is a piece of light yellow mountain stone with a slightly irregular oval shape. It is just below the wash of a clear spring. The water hits the depression and stirs up the spring water to splash. It forms a shallow layer under the sunlight that gradually penetrates the forest.

of rainbow.

With just one glance, Yi Shuyuan identified this stone.

"It's you!"

Yi Shuyuan laughed and said something, and then went over to grab the yellow stone. At this moment, a light yellow loach-like fish ran out in panic from under the stone.

"Hahahaha, I'm sorry!"
Chapter completed!