Sumu wood in the quadrangle welcomes spring

After resting for two days.

Su Mu returned to work in the library of the Chinese Academy of Sciences.

An Zhiqiang finally took a break and could recuperate openly.

It’s not easy either.

During the day, Su Mu's duties on duty were not heavy. He would wander to the back to chat with Uncle Wang.

Uncle Ding is there occasionally, but his ears are not very good and he always speaks with great force, so he is a bit reticent.

Su Mu was still more willing to chat with Uncle Wang.

Each person carried a large enamel pot with tea in it, and chatted for a long time.

Sumu’s fine jasmine was bought with the help of Uncle Wang.

Not only does he have his own channels, but it is said that his son and eldest daughter are also very capable. The two cans of Yuqian Longjing from Shifeng Mountain were made on impulse by Uncle Wang last time.

Su Mu reminded him of the previous time every time he had a chat with him.

Today, Su Mu brought an extra-large enamel jar with jasmine flowers soaked in it and came to the back row to find Uncle Wang.

Uncle Wang was happy when he saw Sumu.

"Boy, this old man wants to eat well for lunch, please treat me."

What he said is reasonable.

Su Mu immediately beamed with joy.

"Hey, Uncle Wang, if you have anything good, please bring it out."

Uncle Wang happily took out a tea jar from the drawer below.

It's made of iron, and everything that's been touched on the outside looks like it's covered in starch.

"Mingqian Longjing, this is good stuff. My eldest son-in-law came to the capital for a meeting yesterday, and I won't be willing to give it to you if I don't bring even one jar."

The Longjing tea picked before the Qingming Festival is of excellent quality and has always been known as the best Longjing tea because the bract leaves are beginning to unfold and the buds are beginning to emerge at this time. The tea leaves have high water content and are extremely fresh and tender.

It's even better than the Yuqian Longjing that Uncle Wang promised.

Su Mu happily accepted it.

Uncle Ding is not here. If he sees him, he will definitely lose one or two percent of his body.

Although Uncle Ding is not good at tea, he likes to tease Menzi. In Su Mu's opinion, he is not very talkative but has a funny heart, which is an objective manifestation of modern people.

Old kids, old kids, that’s what I’m talking about.

After a while, the young man Huang Dongliang also came.

He is still a reserve, equipped with an armed belt, leggings, and pistol.

He was on duty every night in the gun barrel room.

Don't drink tea when you come in, sit cross-legged on the floor, take apart the pistol, wipe it and maintain it.

Su Mu sniffed his nose.

"Hey, when did you fire a gun?"

Uncle Wang gave Su Mu a thumbs up. He only had three fingers on his right hand, and the thumbs up gesture looked a bit awkward.

"last night……"

Huang Dongliang explained it again.

There was no danger last night, but someone did want to come in, and was finally discovered. When he climbed over the wall, Huang Dongliang got excited and shot the other person.

It's just that the marksmanship is not effective in actual combat.

The deviation is quite far.

But not all was lost.

Although he did not hit anyone, he did hit a wild cat.

An Zhiqiang took the lead and joked that "the gun never misses".

"What about the cat?"

"I wiped my belly and hind legs and put it in the corner of the terraced house. Director Su, cat meat is sour, so there's no need..."

"Go, have a look."

Eat cat meat?

Sumu is really not that good.

There are no less than 15 varieties of cattle in his space. There are four types of Japanese Wagyu: black-haired Wagyu, brown-haired Wagyu, short-horned Wagyu and hornless Wagyu.

There are quite a few Belgian blue bulls who are known as bodybuilders. How can you miss the wild cat with not even a kilogram of meat on its body?

I just suddenly had an idea and wanted to see if I could try it.

In a corner of the row house, there was a black kitten lying lazily on the hay and basking in the sun.

He is small and skinny.

It is said that a cat has nine lives, which refers not only to its life-saving skills when falling in space, but also its body's ability to recover.

Just a Chinese pastoral cat with no characteristics.

The whole body is black, with four white claws and a white patch on the chest, like a square scarf tied under the neck before a meal.

The kitten twitched its ears twice, tilted its neck, glanced at Huang Dongliang and Su Mu, and then lay back down.

Su Mu even heard a sigh, causing his belly to move twice.

The hind legs have been bandaged, and a black burn can be seen under the belly.

No wonder the cat didn't run away when he saw a stranger. He probably couldn't run away and had to give up treatment.

Thinking about it from this perspective, the little black cat is quite interesting.

Judging from the cat's injuries, it was not life-threatening, which was quite in line with Su Mu's experimental goals.

You must know that the speed of bullets coming out of the barrel is extremely alarming, and being able to survive after being rubbed on the belly only shows that this cat is really lucky.

There is no need to worry about cutting the belly, because under the high temperature, the wound will solidify and bond instantly.

"Cao Weiwei also applied medicine, and she also bandaged it."

"Haha, I'm just telling you, what kind of gentleman is so carefree that he even tied a bow..."

Su Mu took over the sick kitten and brought it to his office.

In the "Tao Jing" I read before, the first volume is the Nine Turns of Alchemy, which is also the "Taoist Cultivation Picture" that Su Mu also heard about in the previous life. The middle volume is nine chapters, expounding the natural laws of the universe, and experiencing the void through self-cultivation. The real content, Su Mu liked the annotations.

About health care and breathing.

The earliest annotation is from the Western Jin Dynasty, and the last annotation is from the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty.

There is an interesting article recorded on the back of the title page of the second volume, called "The Art of Subjugating Beasts".

The signature is the transcript of a person named ‘Qiao Qingxiao’.

The author calls himself an "old Taoist" and is obviously a member of the Taoist sect, but he is somewhat dismissive of his self-deprecating remarks about reaching the age of 404.

But it was this person who ended up in the annotation.

Let’s look at the date after the inscription of the ‘Shuuju Shu’, and guess that it was probably during the Chongzhen period of the Ming Dynasty…

It's probably just a little trick to confuse outsiders.

But the content of "Beast Taming Technique" was quite interesting, concise and clear, and accompanied by the seven-character mantra, Su Mu couldn't help but want to try it out.

It doesn't fit in the space.

My summoned beasts are mentally connected and cannot be tested.

The remaining ones, to be honest, the sumac was used as meal preparation ingredients. If it really works again, will you eat it in the end or not?

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, they were not allowed to become spirits. I had already made exceptions here several times, so there was no need to create another one myself.

Even if you are manufacturing it, you cannot make it from your own ingredients.

If you know better in the future and see yourself eating the same kind of food every day, what will you think?

I happened to meet an unlucky little country kitten, who was the experimental subject?

The world is like this.

The big fish eats the small fish, and the small fish eats the shrimps. As for the shrimps, they can only cry.

Su Mu himself was a researcher in an experimental base, so he used a kitten for research so that it could feel the same way.