Liang, the second day of April in the second year of Yuanping.
In spring, everything comes to life.
On the mountain trail, deep in the weeds, a young man was chopping with a hatchet in his hand, breaking off the vines and grass stems that had spread out from the entangled knots.
This person is none other than Chen Yu who came up the mountain to look for medicine.
It is recorded in the Medicine King Sutra that the reed ginseng is about two feet long, with leaves like a canopy, and vines with knotted grains like gourds. It often takes root in the crevices of mountains and rocks. It eats rosy dew in the morning. It likes water vapor but hates the light. Therefore, it lives in the shade with centipedes.
Insects, snakes and rats are companions.
There are lush trees behind the mountain, but if we want to talk about the lingering mist, we have to look at the deep stream on the side of the mountain, where the stream flows all year round, especially in spring and summer, where the mist lingers for several months.
There was also a reason for choosing to go there in the afternoon. Chen Yu considered that the water mist in the afternoon would be thinner than in the early morning, so that he would not be able to see his fingers clearly. That would be too dangerous, as there were many insects and snakes living in the mountain stream.
Benedict!
A curved branch was chopped into two pieces. He carefully lifted the branch full of spikes and threw it aside. Then he tightened his backpack and walked quickly through the area with overgrown weeds.
After a while, the road underfoot became more blurry, and clusters of grass fell to the ground, completely covering the already small and narrow mountain road.
Looking up over the low shrubs and around the top of the mountain, you can see the rolling hills adjacent to each other.
The one in the middle is his destination this time.
This mountain stream stretches for several miles, the valley is deep and quiet, the cliffs on both sides are steep, and there are few ordinary people coming and going.
Even some herb collectors only walked around the cliffs and did not dare to risk their lives to search for herbs at the bottom of the stream.
The cliff is steep, and the vines are stained with dew all year round. If you are not careful, they will slip. And if you fall from a height of tens of feet...
Chen Yu thought to himself that there was really no other possibility besides being shattered into pieces.
I stepped on the green grass and my straw boots stepped on the rocks exposed from the soil. Fortunately, the soles were very thick and did not irritate my feet.
From a distance, when I climbed up the cliff, I saw a cypress tree standing on the bank, and close to the stone wall, there were large areas of ferns spreading, and countless slender grass blades hanging down, like fishing lines towards the shore.
Thrown down high from the cliff.
Pushing aside the grass tufts, there are some red wild fruits that look like plums hanging on the leaves.
Chen Yu pinched one. He remembered that this thing was called snakeberry. There were many on the roadside in his hometown in the countryside in his previous life.
I plucked the grass around and saw a lot of familiar-looking grasses and fruits, several of which were delicious, but the taste was not very good.
I searched around the edge of the cliff and couldn't find any kudzu or hemp, but I dug out some small round things at the edge of the field.
The red skin is bulging, dotted with white dots like sesame seeds, and the top is wrinkled like a stamen, knotted on vines that are entangled like a net.
He picked a bright red one and picked it in his hand. He wiped off the dust and grass clippings and gently squeezed out the juice. Chen Yu raised his head and fed it into his mouth.
The juice is sweet and the pulp tastes a bit like figs.
It's soft and waxy with a bit of a fine frosted feel.
This fruit is called Dixiang Yin, also called Di Zhongguo. It looks almost exactly the same as the loquat from the previous life, but there are many differences between them.
First, the growth periods are different. Chen Yu spent a lot of his life digging around in the fields and knew that the loquat blooms in May and June and matures in July and August. The former can grow in spring and can be found all over the mountains and valleys.
Secondly, the taste of the two is also different. The Dizhong juice in your hand should be less watery and the pulp should be thicker.
The taste is even better.
He lowered his head to find some and put them in his arms, planning to use them to quench his thirst and soothe his throat if he got thirsty later.
Like loquat, Di Zhongguo is also a medicinal material that clears away heat, moistens the intestines and facilitates digestion.
To be more precise, there are few herbs and fruits in the mountains that cannot be used as medicine, but their medicinal power is far inferior to those serious herbs.
"There should be reed ginseng under this cliff. Let's go down and take a look later."
When you stick your head out and look down, you will see that the mountain stream is deep and quiet.
There is water mist floating in it.
This kind of environment is very suitable for the growth of herbs such as ginseng that like humid environments. He thought that he might encounter plants with similar habits such as stone lotus and peeling puffball after a while.
As for ginseng and Ganoderma, I can't count on it. Except for being near the bottom of the stream, the soil in this mountain stream is not fertile, so good-quality ginseng cannot grow.
Putting the basket on his back again, Chen Yu found a less steep slope and jumped along the rocks to the bulge of earth and rocks below.
Immediately he pulled it up again, with a body shape like a swallow, and landed gently and skillfully on another flat surface.
Look around, especially the areas hidden in the shadows and under the blades of grass.
Unlike ordinary herb collectors, he did not tie a rope around his waist, nor did he use all his strength to turn over every patch of grass and vines to avoid omissions.
The inner strength of his legs, his skillful footwork, and his greatly improved eyesight all make Chen Yu more than capable of collecting herbs by climbing mountains and entering water.
With a quick scan of his eyes, he can basically confirm whether there is the herb he wants in a certain place.
After looking around, he bent his legs slightly and continued to jump up, leaping up and down the bluestones on the mountain walls on both sides.
Easy and freehand.
…
Qingtai Mountain, Yunhe Temple.
While Chen Yu was picking medicine, the temple, which had not seen lay people offering incense for a long time, unexpectedly received a special visitor.
Jumping, jumping, nibbling on the tender grass on the edge of the forest, he walked towards the backyard of the Taoist temple.
Leisurely and casual.
Walk along the green grass and eat as you go.
Soon, a faint sweet and sour smell attracted its attention. It put down the fresh grass and looked at the two fields not far away through a fence with a pair of big black eyes.
To be precise, his eyes fell directly on the swaying jade insect clothes in the medicine field.
The young shoots are milky white and shine in the sun.
I don't know why, but I always feel that this stuff is delicious and more fragrant than fresh grass.
a long time.
It jumped up and jumped over the fence easily.
…
Crack!
The Taoist who was floating in the air stepped on the rocks, carefully avoiding the traces of water under his feet, grabbed the rocks with one hand, used his legs to create some gaps, and hung halfway on the cliff.
In front of me, green vines twine.
He pulled it open with one hand, revealing a dark stone hole the size of his fist. Chen Yu looked inside and saw a pair of steel pliers waving at him.
A three-fingered brown scorpion.
The green bean-like eyes were full of vigilance.
laugh!
The poisonous tail stabbed silently, but was flicked away by a curved finger in the next moment. It blew vigorously, causing a whining sound in the cave.
The scorpion flew upside down and landed on the stone wall in the cave.
He shook his head and looked away, ignoring the dizzy Scorpion. He was about to turn around and jump when he suddenly shuddered.
Um?
Chen Yu paused, but the strange feeling came and went quickly, and soon disappeared, as if it was just an illusion.
Unable to figure out why, he shook his head and continued looking for herbs.
He took a big leap, flew several meters away in the blink of an eye, and went to another place.
Behind the back, a thick layer has accumulated in the basket.
Most of them are ordinary grass leaves, and there are only a few medicinal herbs. But if you look carefully, you can find that they are all of high quality.
It's a pity that I still haven't found the ginseng I wanted.