Daylilies and Jerusalem artichokes are both rhizomes, while wild gourds are melon seedlings. They are small seedlings taken from the bottom of a plant that has already grown a small gourd. I don’t know if they will work.
Both daylilies and gourds can be regarded as vegetables, while Jerusalem artichoke can be regarded as somewhere between vegetables and staple food.
The Jerusalem artichoke plant looks a bit like a sunflower. If Yun Buliu hadn't seen this thing before, or even had one at home, he would have mistaken it for a sunflower.
Of course, he would be happier if it were sunflowers, but unfortunately not.
Its rhizomes can be cooked and eaten, or used to make porridge, or even pickled into pickles, which have a crisp texture and taste a bit like eating kimchi.
In addition to these three types, there are several other herbs, including Hua Gu Cao.
Some of these herbs were relatively rare, and he planned to grow them himself. If they could be found in the mountains, that would be the best. If not, he could cultivate them himself.
However, after he planted these plants, he felt that he needed to build a fence for the land tomorrow, so as not to be harmed by those fools in Goose Village when he was not around.
After planting these things, he went back and looked at the stove fire.
After discovering that the meat in the stone pot had not been completely stewed, he returned to the land and cleaned up the wild garlic, wild ginger, and weeds around the bitter herbs.
While cleaning the weeds, he laughed to himself, "I thought I would never come back, but who wants to go round and round, but I'm back here again."
After all the weeds were cleaned up, Yun Buliu took a look at the bitter herbs and thought that he could start picking them up tomorrow. There were still a lot of dried bitter herbs from last year, so he should get rid of them first, otherwise
It will easily turn into wood after being stored for a long time, and once it turns into wood, it will not taste good.
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After finishing his work, Yun Buliu went back and washed his hands, flushed himself, grabbed the little milk tiger who was still playing in the pool, and helped him wash off the mud on his body.
When Yun Buliu was bathing it, the little guy was a little dishonest. He would shake his body from time to time and splash the water droplets on his body in all directions.
It wasn't until Yun Buliu threatened it and refused to give it meat to Zaipi that it became well-behaved.
When he brought the little milk tiger back to the stone stove, it was already dark. The little fur ball took out its pottery basin from the cave on time, and then sat down next to the stone pot and waited.
On the other hand, Xiao Naihu looked at Xiao Maoqiu and Yun Buliu with a confused look on his face.
Obviously, in this regard, the little furball is more mature and smarter.
Of course, it may be that the little milk tiger is still young, and its memory from half a year ago is simply blurred.
So, Yun Buliu ran back to the cave, dragged out the wooden basin that the little milk tiger usually used, and then took it with the pottery basin of the little fur ball to the water pipe to clean it.
After that, he used a bone knife to separate out a piece of cooked dried meat in the stone pot, put it into the pottery pot of the little hair ball, cut another section for the little milk tiger, and gave each of them a spoonful of broth.
After Yun Buliu added some salt to the pot, he happily accepted the rest.
"It's strange, it's getting dark today, why hasn't Xiaobai come back yet?"
As he ate, he said that he was somewhat worried about the little white snake. Although he knew that the little white snake was actually very extraordinary, he still couldn't help but worry.
Especially when I think about it, could it be dead?
Well!
Yun Buliu shook his head and threw this idea away. After all, that little white snake was no ordinary little white snake. It could emit poisonous mist, and its transparent stinging scales and tail fin were extremely sharp.
It doesn't look like ordinary goods, how could it die so easily?
Moreover, if it is really in any danger, can the big monster in the lake, which may be her parents, watch it in danger? It will definitely come out to rescue it!
But until he finished half the pot of broth and meat, he didn't see the little white snake come back.
But besides waiting silently, he seemed to have no other option.
He lit a torch on the edge of the terrace, took two bamboo chairs out of the small bamboo building, and placed them on the terrace. The surface of the bamboo chairs was already covered with dust, so he threw the bamboo chairs directly into the pond to soak.
, prepare to wash and dry tomorrow.
Fortunately, it was not eaten away by insects, which made him somewhat relieved.
He lit a pot of mugwort chips in the hall on the first floor, and then closed the two bamboo doors at the front and back of the small bamboo building tightly, allowing the smoke from the burning mugwort to drive away the insects and ants in the small bamboo building.
Sitting cross-legged on the edge of the terrace, there is a baby tiger lying next to her... Now it can no longer be called a baby tiger. It is still an eight or nine-month-old tiger cub.
The golden-orange stripes look quite beautiful.
He lay on the little guy, crossed his legs, took out the bone flute, and started playing it gently.
A "Love Song of the West Sea" is dedicated to this vast mountain.
When I first fell in love with this song, I actually didn’t fall in love with the song at first, but I fell in love with the beautiful scenery in the video, such as Jade Dragon Snow Mountain, Erhai Lake, Xishuangbanna...
The blue sky and white clouds are long, the green mountains and green waters are rippling, and the ancient trees and forests are quiet...
Although he never went to those places that made him feel so beautiful, he still couldn't forget those overhead shots that once amazed him.
Then I also fell in love with the flute version of "Love Song of the West Sea".
When I first learned to play the flute, I downloaded music scores from the Internet and learned by myself.
Of course, that's what you say, but blow it! It's just a bunch of shrimp blowing randomly.
There are definitely examples of self-taught people, but in terms of music, it doesn’t seem to include him and Yun.
I learned it for more than a year, but I didn't learn anything. On the contrary, I can still play the guitar.
Unfortunately, the girl he liked didn't like him, so he had to give up in the end.
In this dark night, in this deep mountain, the melodious sound of the bone flute immerses people unconsciously, making this originally quiet night even more peaceful.
From this point of view, he still has some skill in blowing a few shrimps.
After the song ended, Yun Buliu got up and went to the door to take a look. He found that many insects and ants were driven out of the bamboo building by the mugwort smoke. Fortunately, there were no poisonous insects such as snakes or centipedes.
In order to dilute the smell of mugwort in the building, he scraped some fragrant wood powder and burned it in an incense burner. One was placed on the first and second floors.
An hour later, Yun Buliu lay on the black tiger skin, silently listening to the various sounds outside the bamboo house that gathered into music, outlining the mountain forest in the dark night.
The sound of night owls in the forest in the distance, the whimpering of the nearby lake, the croaking of frogs in the green grass, and occasionally one or two silly geese from Go Village...
Amidst the sounds of nature, he fell asleep silently.
He didn't wake up from his dream until he felt something pressing on him.
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