Digging bamboo shoots is not difficult, and it doesn’t take long to gather enough for a basket.
Click - click!
Accompanied by the ear-piercing sound of cracking silk, the round bamboo slowly fell down, tilted half way and was caught by the branches, lying motionless in the bamboo forest.
Boom, boom, boom!
Chen Yu bent down and continued to chop, his hatchet in his hand kept moving, specializing in the big and thick-waisted ones, and swung them with all his strength.
Soon, six long bamboos were cut down. He looked up at the bamboo body entangled with branches and leaves. He dropped the knife and gathered the bamboos in his arms. He grabbed the cracked end and dragged it to the bamboo forest.
They are stacked together in the open space outside.
Remove the branches and leaves and scrape the bamboo joints.
After cutting off the head and tail, he waited until everything was smooth before heading back down the mountain with the bamboo in his basket.
You have to wait until you go down the mountain to split the bamboo into pieces, and there are several steps to process the bamboo pieces. Just peeling and drying the freshly produced bamboo pieces is not enough, as they will become very brittle, which is not conducive to seal carving.
Nowadays Qi cannot be used, so there is enough time to mess with these without burning.
…
Day by day passed, the days were leisurely, and it was mid-August in a blink of an eye.
Under the forest of the nameless mountain, beside the gurgling stream.
The light rain was misty, and the floats on the stream moved slightly with the wind.
With a crash, a small fish two fingers wide was pulled out of the water, leaving behind three or five ripples of waves before being put into the hands of the young man.
He pinched his cheeks and flicked them, and the fishhook with half an earthworm on it fell off and was dangling beside his hand.
Chen Yu turned the fish over and felt along the back to both sides of the fish's belly. It was a little thin.
Thinking about the fish in the temple that enjoys eating, drinking and sunbathing all day long, the small fish in front of me looks much thinner, far less plump than the black fish.
Now that the other party is kept in a big tank, he is more comfortable in a small space than in a pool of water.
Plop!
Without thinking much, he threw it back into the stream.
Although the old saying often says that chickens weighing an inch and a pound are delicious, Chen Yu doesn't take it too seriously. He still prefers big things compared to these little guys who can't even squeeze enough between his teeth.
At least I can have a few more bites.
"Remember to come again."
Having said this, after all, a drop of water should be repaid by a spring, and he hoped that the little fish would come back to patronize his fishhook when it grew up.
The sky was foggy, and the raindrops hung on my eyebrows. It gradually became heavier. After a few more glances, I stood up and stopped.
The harvest is enough.
When the fish basket was lifted up, two palm-sized fish tails appeared in a splash of water.
After he settled down and looked again, he realized that it was a blue-backed fish that was about half a catty in the bottom and moving towards about one catty.
It is called Yang Yang. It is most plump and attractive in the twelfth lunar month of winter, and it feeds many people in the mountains during the cold days. It is almost extinct in the area outside the mountains, but it can still be seen deep in the streams in the mountain forest.
The holly tree is also called Daqing, and it is very big. In my memory, the big one can grow to fifteen or six pounds, and has a slender body, which looks even bigger than ordinary bighead carp and silver carp sticks.
The size of the basket is nothing compared to this, but this place is located in the mountains. A clear and shallow stream is not as good as rivers and lakes, so I don't expect to raise much fat.
Being able to catch two fish in the basket today is already considered a satisfying and joyful experience for Chen Yu, a half-time fisherman who just opened the fishery.
Looking at the two big fish with a smile, Chen Yu couldn't help but think to himself that the gangster really ruined his appearance before.
Isn’t it easy to catch it!
He had a lot of harvests in the past few days, which restored his confidence in his fishing skills.
After putting away the fish baskets, I walked a hundred steps down the stream, and found a shoal covered with pebbles, and three or five shrimp baskets were placed in the water.
Perhaps Daqing had exhausted all his good luck today. The shrimp baskets were all empty, except for one that poured out a young loach. It jumped twice in the palm of his hand, and then jumped back into the water seeping through the cracks in the rocks.
Letting the other party escape, he took the shrimp basket and rinsed it in the stream twice, then picked up various items.
The rain is getting a bit heavy and the roads in the mountains are slippery. It would be bad if the mountain water rises. It is not advisable to stay for a long time.
…
In mid-August, there was more rain.
After returning from wild fishing, it rained for three days for four consecutive days. Although it was not raining hard and not violently, it was always gloomy and gloomy above the head, which was not so refreshing.
It rained again one day, and mist floated in the mountains and forests. A thick layer thickened on the green clothes, as if wrapped in ribbons and floating gauze, and curled up with fairy air.
On Qingtai Mountain, except for the master Chen Daguan who lives here, almost no one has been seen for several months.
But today, the clouds had just dispersed, and within two hours of the clouds and rain, a stumbling cry came from the hill outside the courtyard, and reached the ears of Chen Yu, who was holding a piece of bamboo and thinking about how to carve more beautiful seals.
Something sounds familiar.
He followed the sound and saw a figure tiptoeing in front of the courtyard gate, not daring to enter.
The thick-browed middle-aged man stood at the door. After shouting, he occasionally peeked in. However, he never saw that familiar figure. He could only vaguely see two trees, one tall and one short.
His eyes paused on the pear tree for a moment, and the middle-aged man glanced at it for a few times. The color of the fruit was very good.
"This layman is..."
Not long after, Chen Yu arrived in front of him and felt that the other person seemed familiar.
Then a woman walked out from behind the man, wearing coarse clothes and her hair tied up with a thin rope. The loose strands of silk lay on her forehead, stained with beads of sweat.
The eyebrows are simple and the complexion is rosy and healthy.
"Taoist Master, you have figured it out." The middle-aged man saw the person and hurriedly stepped forward. When he spoke, Chen Yu remembered the origin of the other person.
Facing the oncoming respect and excitement, he waved his hands and smiled without saying a word. He looked at the woman beside him, already knowing her identity in his heart.
"Has your abdomen still been distended and painful recently?"
"No, no, it's already over. I don't want to think about Da Wa inviting Tao Lord to come down to earth, and I have to give him something in return."
My sister, who had been tossing and turning in the middle-aged man Liu Da's mouth before and couldn't sleep, now stood peacefully beside him, shaking out the words from her mouth like beans, unable to stop them.
"I have to thank the Taoist Priest. If the Taoist Priest hadn't asked for the decree from the Divine Lord and Saint, this disease would not be so easy to cure!"
"Hahaha, if anything, the fact that this disease can be eradicated and cured has nothing to do with Pindao. If you want to thank me, please thank Dr. You Keweiyou more."
Chen Yu really didn't think that he had any contribution to the other party's recovery. He did go down the mountain at that time, but not to mention that he had no time to take action. Even if he did, it was doubtful whether the disease could be cured.
Now that I have read more books and recollected them more, I have a much deeper understanding of the medical books I brought back from the meditation. I also realize more and more that the ideas I had at the time were somewhat ridiculous.
How could he be so virtuous as to be able to make decisions about life, old age, illness and death just by looking at two books as if he were in jail and swallowing dates?
And looking at it now, it is still unknown whether the mutated peach blossom will be useful. It can cure internal injuries, but the lesions of the internal organs are not just as simple as damage.
Unless he can miraculously remove the diseased part in the opponent's belly, and then rely on peach blossoms to recover - if the wound is not big.
On the other side, seeing that the Taoist priest was silent, the woman pulled Liu Da's arm, and the honest man seemed to react. He quickly turned around and brought a blue bundle in front of him.
The woman added: "I dare not dislike Mr. Dao. The medicine prescribed by the miracle doctor is really powerful in curing diseases, but who can say that there is no such thing as Mr. Dao's ability to descend to the earth?"
"..."
Chen Yu rubbed his forehead, and for a moment he couldn't follow the other party's logic.
It’s so uncomfortable. Looking back, I found a lot of typos, but unfortunately I couldn’t correct them.
In addition, the miracle doctor’s name is You Kewei, and the village elder’s surname in Liuda Village is Qian. There was a mistake in Chapter 111... Sigh