Jincheng flower hour

It rained last night, the green grass was covered with dew early in the morning, and the dog carried a bamboo basket, looking for fungi in the forest.He only picks the mushrooms he knows, and if he has never seen them before, even if they look harmless, he dare not touch them.Veteran Wang Laizi taught Gouzi many things in Fengli, including how to collect fungi.

Wang Laizi has no wife and no children, and lives alone in a wilderness outside the Fengli settlement. Because of his disability, he can barely grow taro, and his food mainly depends on hunting and gathering.Quan Zi didn't know why Wang Laizi became a lame man, but he heard from Liu's mother that Wang Laizi was not a lame man in the past.Crippled Wang would support a wooden stick to replace his disabled left foot. He had been with this wooden stick for many years, and the wooden stick seemed to have replaced his foot.Sometimes, this wooden stick also became the weapon of Cripple Wang, using it to drive away the children who followed him and tried to grab him. The children always scattered in an uproar, and soon gathered behind him.

Quanzi knew that Uncle Wang was a sharpshooter, and these children who were playing around had never seen him hunting in the forest.Because of his inconvenient legs and feet, Wang Laizi could only sit on the sidelines and wait for the rabbit. He hunted hares, pheasants, and waterfowls, piercing through the Yang with a hundred steps and a hundred shots.If it weren't for such amazing skills, the lonely and impoverished Wang Laizi in Fengli would have starved to death long ago.

Abandoned by the world, people without relatives will inevitably have a weird temper. Wang Laizi doesn't like to socialize with people, but he likes dogs very much.Quanzi also likes to go to him. Quanzi loves bows and arrows, and he likes to listen to Wang Laizi's story about how he was a soldier.Sometimes Wang Zizi would also talk about Liu's father. Wang Zizi said: "Your father is a very brave man. He always goes first when he is in danger. He is loved by soldiers."Quanzi will describe the appearance of this father in his heart, tall and mighty, wearing leather armor, holding a long sword with a long handle, carrying a bow and arrow behind his back, and galloping on a horse.Quanzi thought that he would also be such a person in the future.

Gouzi used a wooden stick to poke away the knee-high weeds and wandered in the forest. He stopped in front of an old tree and found several clusters of Pleurotus edodes on the stump.He picked off the mushrooms, put them in the basket, and continued to walk and search.

In the past two days, thanks to the fishing basket, I will not be hungry all day long.Quanzi knows that he can't just eat one thing, that is, fish, mushrooms, bamboo shoots, wild vegetables, and a small amount of rice.Although life is poor, Gouzi's life is not depressing.

The mountains and forests on the west bank are seldom visited by humans, rich in fungi, even snakes and poisonous insects, and thorns are everywhere, so you need to be careful.

Only a small amount of Pleurotus ergus is collected, and they will be stored for a short time, enough for two meals.Gouzi mainly picks fungus, and he picked half a basket of fungus.After the fungus is dried, it can be stored and eaten slowly.

Going out of the forest and returning home, Gouzi puts the mushrooms in the kitchen and asks his mother to make mushroom soup, while he goes to dry the fungus.Spread the fungus on a bamboo sieve, put it at the door, let it dry for several days in the wind and in the sun, and then it can be stored in secret.It's a pity that this thing is also worthless in the local area, otherwise it would be good to exchange it for a few dollars after drying.

Quanzi not only spends his mind on eating, but also thinks about making money, but he is still young and has never been to the county seat.The local products in the countryside are dried bamboo shoots, and if you sell them in the county town, you can still earn a little money.

After drinking two bowls of mushroom soup, Gouzi took the hoe and went to the lake to reclaim a paddy field. He wanted to plant taro.There are too few crops planted now, just one bean field, which is far from enough for their mother and child's rations for a year.

When I lived at my uncle's house, the dog often had to do farm work, feeding chickens and pigs, planting rice seedlings, bean-threshing, milling millet, etc. That's it, my aunt always disliked their mother and child.The unsatisfactory encounters in the past should be regarded as a blessing in disguise, at least knowing how to grow crops.

There are no taro seeds at home, and Quanzi plans to open up the field today, and tomorrow he will go to Wu's shop with his mother to sell cloth, and buy some taro seeds by the way.

Ever since he moved to Zhuli, Gouzi has been working hard all day. His hands are bruised and wrapped in cloth strips. Even so, he still digs the ground with his wounded hands.

This morning, Quanzi picked a basket of mushrooms and plowed the fields by the river, doing little.

The dealer's yard only started to become lively at this time. Zhuang Yang put on his clothes and walked out of the wooden corridor, looking at the mountains and rivers in the distance in a good mood.Looking closer, I saw the dog on the opposite bank reclaiming the fields.

"Bamboo shoot, you are not good, don't bite the broom."

Zhuang Lan's crisp voice sounded, and she was scolding the bamboo shoots who were grabbing the broom with the servants.

Zhuang Yang went downstairs and called Zhuang Lan. He brought a large wooden bowl from the kitchen and filled it with rice from the rice jar.Fearing that the rice in the wooden bowl would be scattered halfway, I found a bamboo basket to put the wooden bowl in, and covered the basket with a lid.

"Alan, you send the rice to Quanzi's house and say it's the reward for yesterday's fishing basket."

"it is good."

Zhuang Lan picked up the basket and walked to the other side. Bamboo shoots followed Zhuang Lan and was hugged by Zhuang Yang.Bamboo shoot is a tapir cub, not to mention short legs, but also ignorant and ignorant, afraid of following the bridge and accidentally falling into the river.

A large bowl of rice is not too much, and it is not too much. After the war, rice is expensive.

Quanzi was working by the river, and seeing Zhuang Lan approaching with a basket, he ignored it, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and continued digging.

"Brother Quanzi, my elder brother wants me to send you rice."

Quanzi looked suspiciously at Zhuang Lan and the basket in her hand, he didn't understand what elder brother, sending rice.

"You made a fishing basket for me. My brother said, 'Throw me a papaya, and give me Qiongju'. This is rice for you."

Zhuang Lan received Zhuang Yang's education yesterday, and she can already recite this poem, although she actually doesn't know what "Qiong Ju" is.

"Oh."

The dog was expressionless, resting with a hoe.

Zhuang Lan opened the basket, took out the bowl of rice, and put it on the ground.

"Tell your brother, I don't want his rice for nothing, it's considered as credit with him, and I will pay back a liter for a liter."

Quanzi knew that such a large bowl of white rice was worth a lot of money. He didn't take people's things for nothing, but there was really a shortage of rice right now.

Zhuang Lan didn't listen carefully to what Quanzi said, and sent the rice, and she bounced back.

Gouzi carried the big bowl into the house, afraid of spilling rice, so he walked very slowly.I haven't eaten white rice for quite a while, and finally I can have a meal of rice porridge.

When Mother Liu saw Quanzi come in with a bowl of rice, she put down the weaving shuttle in surprise, and came over and asked, "Quinzi, where did you get the white rice?" It was unbelievable, and then I was a little worried, so I asked the dog to send it back. "Mum, keep it for food first, and pay him back later."

The elder brother that the girl mentioned, Inuzi thought it should be the very gentle boy, and he had a good impression of him in his heart.

No one ever gave their mother and son rice grains. Even the dog who often helped his uncle's farm work like this, what he got was just a little sorghum and beans.

In the evening, the mother and son drank rice porridge and ate grilled fish and mushrooms, a rare and satisfying meal.

The next day, Mother Liu finished weaving the piece of cloth, and went to Wu's shop with Gouzi to sell the cloth, and exchanged two buckets of beans and half a bucket of millet.I also bought silk thread for weaving and some taro seeds, and returned without a single seed left.Even so, the mother and son are still very happy in their hearts, they have food in their hands, and there is no need to panic for a long time to come.

Taroes are planted by the river, and in the bean field at the door, fine vines grow out of bean seedlings.A bamboo frame needs to be inserted to allow the vine leaves to climb up.

Early in the morning, Quanzi took the bamboo cutting tools and took a boat to Zhushan on the east bank.

He felled the thin bamboos in order to surround the bean sprouts with bamboo fences.

While working, he suddenly heard a barking sound. The dog stopped his movements and looked around for the barking dog.The dog didn't see it, but instead saw a tapir cub.

Inuzi who lives in Fengli has seen tapirs and knows this kind of animal, although it is not common.

Gouzi squatted down, grabbed the bamboo shoot by its neck and lifted it up. The bamboo shoot's four feet were hanging in the air, so frightened that it didn't dare to move.The tapir cub has a big face, a body, short legs, and is very cute. The dog started to playfully, glared at the tapir cub viciously, and taught it: "If you bark again, I will eat you!" The small eyes made a sound similar to "hmm", as if it could really understand human speech.Quanzi put down the bamboo shoots, and as soon as the bamboo shoots hit the ground, he twisted his round buttocks and fled downhill in panic.Quan Zi laughed heartily, rarely showing a childish smile.

This early in the morning, Bamboo Shoot didn't come to Zhushan alone, Zhuang Yang also came with him.It's just that bamboo shoots run ahead, and Zhuang Yang walks behind.

Bamboo shoots found Zhuang Yang, swooped and hugged one of Zhuang Yang's legs, and yelled aggrievedly.Zhuang Yang lowered his body and hugged it to comfort him.

"What's wrong? Are you scared by snakes?"

The hairy head of the bamboo shoot rubbed against Zhuang Yang's arms, as if acting like a baby.

At this time, Zhuang Yang had already walked up the hillside, and when he looked up, he saw the dog who was cutting bamboo in the forest.The two looked at each other, and when Quanzi saw the tapir cub in Zhuang Yang's arms, he thought it was a wild tapir, but he didn't want it to be raised by someone, obviously he was very favored.

"I can't eat it if I keep it." Quanzi was simply troubled, how could someone keep a tapir as a livestock.

Tapir meat is difficult to eat. Dogs have never eaten it. I have heard it said, and it is true that people in Fengli do not eat tapir meat.

The bamboo shoot rested its head on Zhuang Yang's arm. It was aggressive and barked at the dog, looking fierce.Zhuang Yang stroked the head of the bamboo shoot and said with a smile: "It's still young, I'll put it back in the forest when it grows up."

Quanzi thought that he had also picked up a baby bird, and instead of eating it, he raised it up and let it fly.But no matter how you think about it, raising a tapir is incredible.

Zhuang Yang put the bamboo shoots on the ground, and the bamboo shoots ran to eat the bamboo by themselves. Zhuang Yang had no intention of leaving, but stood by and watched the dogs cut the bamboo.He noticed that the dog was dressed in short and ragged clothes, which could be regarded as not covering his body. As a result, both his legs and arms were covered with scars, which seemed to be scratched by some sharp objects.It may be thorns and stones in the forest.

Visually, Quanzi is taller than Aping, and it may be in his ears. Zhuang Yang thinks that his old clothes should fit Quanzi too.How much Zhuang Yang would not bear if his younger siblings suffered like this.Although this person has no blood relationship with him, he looks about the same age as A Ping, which is pitiful.

"Gouzi, come with me to the courtyard, and I'll bring you two old clothes."

Zhuang Yang spoke softly, like an elder brother caring about his younger brother.

Gouzi looked down at his clothes, feeling very embarrassed. He didn't notice that his clothes were almost in strips. He went in and out of the mountains and forests these days, and tore his weak clothes to pieces.

Gouzi put away the machete and obediently followed behind Zhuang Yang.

Zhuang Yang walked ahead, turning his head from time to time to see if the dog had followed. Every time he turned his head, he had a smile on his face.

Seeing Zhuang Yang going down the mountain, Bamboo Shoot jumped on its short legs to catch up, but was cut off by the dog on the way, and grabbed it.The bamboo shoot barked angrily, and the dog became playful, and hugged it like Zhuang Yang did, and it scratched and bit in the dog's arms.

"It has sharp claws, be careful not to hurt it, and give it to me."

Zhuang Yang stretched out his hand to pick it up, and Gouzi handed it over. When he hugged the bamboo shoots, Zhuang Yang noticed that Gouzi's hands were wrapped in cloth strips, which were dirty and stained with old blood.