Chapter 8: I don't even eat pigs
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Chapter 8 Don't even eat pigs
The mountains are densely forested, the morning mist is pervasive, and there are faint roars of wild animals in the distance, which adds a bit of depth and horror to this Wo Niu Mountain. Although it is scary, the forest is also generous. All kinds of fungi grow vigorously among the rotting leaves at the bottom of the trees, and wild fruits and unknown flowers and plants are also scattered one by one.
After walking in the forest for about a stick of incense, Zhu Shouyi gradually slowed down, carefully checked the surrounding ground, and then signaled Zhu Pingan to stand there and not move. Immediately afterwards, Zhu Shouyi put down the basket behind him, gently placed it in the grass beside him, and then took out some ropes from it.
"This kind of footprints are the footprints of hares. Hares don't like to take detours, they just go all the way to the dark, jumping and jumping, so when you put it down, you should put it higher. Don't damage the surrounding flowers and plants, keep it as it is. It looks like a rabbit, the rabbit is very timid, and it dare not leave when the flowers and plants change..." Zhu Shouyi explained to his two sons how to trap the wild rabbit while setting off the trap. As long as it runs into the cover, it will never come out."
Zhu Ping'an noticed that the sets that his father made were very simple. They were made of readily available materials, such as wooden sticks, branches, and ropes. The ropes made two sets. The first cover is used to catch wild rabbits. If a rabbit gets into this cover, it will be tightly strangled. The second cover, which is a protective cover, can block the first cover, leaving a minimum size to protect the life of the rabbit. This series of sets is indispensable, the first set catches the rabbit, and the second set is guaranteed to catch a live rabbit.
After three sets of traps, Father Zhu led his two sons to bypass and change a road, saying that if he was lucky, he would come back when he was going down the mountain and he would see the fat rabbit.
Gradually, the group of three people also gradually gained something: two pheasants, which Father Zhu found a pheasant coop, and caught them outside the hen coop; They were caught in a mountain stream, the water was very shallow, and a piece of water was blocked with stones. There were a lot of fish in it, and they were caught with heavy weights, otherwise they could have caught more than ten; the mountain fungus and fungus also picked about ten catties. From left to right, Zhu Ping'an also contributed about a catty.
When passing by a bamboo forest, Zhu Pingan thought of the bamboo shoots mentioned in the Chinese on the tip of his tongue, so he yelled to eat bamboo shoots. After hearing this, Zhu's father's eyes lit up, and he put down the bamboo basket kindly, and took out a pointed one from inside. Mouth hoe.
Father Zhu is an expert at digging bamboo shoots. He can tell where there are bamboo shoots and how big they are just by the color of the bamboo leaves. In a short while, he dug up about eight or nine bamboo shoots, all of which are short and thick. More than 20 centimeters, it is tender and tender. There is also bacon at home, and the taste of green bamboo shoots and bacon is the most delicious.
At noon, I ate on the mountain, picked some wild fruits, caught three slightly larger fish in the mountain stream and roasted them, and the dry food brought by the family, especially the old man even found a gourd , after cutting it open and cleaning it, I made a fish soup with stream water. The milky white fish soup rolled in the gourd. The purest and natural fish soup aroma was simply irresistible. Dad’s basket was like a jingle cat’s pocket, full of salt what.
With oily mouth and a bulging stomach, Zhu Pingan felt that this meal was the most satisfying and best meal he had eaten since he came to the Ming Dynasty, and it was a hundred times better than what he ate at home.
After eating, I took a short rest and started looking for good things in the mountains again.
The small animals in the mountain are very vigilant, probably because they were frightened by the hunters, and they all seem to be fine, and they disappear without a trace at the slightest movement. At this time, Zhu Pingan missed the silly roe deer in the distant era, where did Dad go? If only there was one here, it would be easy to capture.
Unfortunately, this is the area of Anhui and Hubei, and there are no silly roe deer. Although there were no silly roe deer, Zhu Pingan still found a good thing. There were large white and golden flowers blooming under the tree over there.
It turned out to be honeysuckle, Zhu Ping'an's eyes lit up, and he ran over immediately.
"Hey, don't run around." Father Zhu quickly followed.
Zhu Ping'an ran to the honeysuckle and checked carefully. The flowers in this piece were long like sticks, thick on the top and thin on the bottom, and a little curved. The surface of the flowers was yellowish-white or greenish-white, with a layer of fluff on the top. Zhu Pingan looked at it for a while, and it was indeed the honeysuckle described in "Compendium of Materia Medica". According to the records I have read before, honeysuckle can be said to be the easiest traditional Chinese medicine to prepare. After simple sun exposure and shade drying, it can be used by medical students. It is recorded in "Compendium of Materia Medica": bitter, cold in nature, good at clearing the poisonous pathogens in the upper energizer and muscle surface. Those that can be included in Materia Medica will not be too cheap.
Picking these honeysuckle flowers, then taking them home to dry and sell them to pharmacies, might be a good way of making money.
Zhu Ping'an made a mark nearby. If he can sell it for money this time, he can come directly to pick it in the future. There are a lot of honeysuckle here, Zhu Ping'an picks the best ones and only picks the buds. Because this method of harvesting is the best honeysuckle, the most valuable.
When Zhu's father chased after him worryingly, Zhu Ping'an was picking up flowers with his buttocks up, not to mention how cheerful he looked.
Picking flowers?
The corners of Zhu's father's eyes twitched a little, his youngest son is not a libertine who hangs around with women, right? !
"What are you doing picking flowers? Let's go, Daddy will take you to pick fruits to eat!" Father Zhu felt that he was obliged to correct his son's bad buds.
Zhu Ping'an looked up at Father Zhu, shook his head, and continued to pick.
"The fruit is very sweet and delicious." Father Zhu continued to work hard.
"This can be sold for money." Zhu Pingan muttered while picking flowers.
Father Zhu curled his lips, what money can this wild flower be sold for? There are wild flowers and weeds everywhere in the mountains and plains, and I haven’t seen anyone who sells it for money! Patiently said to my son, "When people in the city buy flowers, they also buy good flowers like peonies and roses, not this kind of flowers. Pigs will not eat this kind of flowers when they are fed to pigs!"
You don’t even eat pigs?
See you, that's why the poor people in the village jingle!
Can it be sold for money, not using pigs as referees!
"Brother, I'll help you." Zhu Pingchuan felt sorry for his younger brother, put down the basket, and helped pick flowers.
He thought very simply, what the younger brother wants, the older brother will get it.
"Then you can only pick this kind of flower." Zhu Pingan took out a standard high-quality honeysuckle and showed it to Zhu Pingchuan.
"Yeah." The simple and honest elder brother nodded and helped pick honeysuckle.
(end of this chapter)
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Chapter 8 Don't even eat pigs
The mountains are densely forested, the morning mist is pervasive, and there are faint roars of wild animals in the distance, which adds a bit of depth and horror to this Wo Niu Mountain. Although it is scary, the forest is also generous. All kinds of fungi grow vigorously among the rotting leaves at the bottom of the trees, and wild fruits and unknown flowers and plants are also scattered one by one.
After walking in the forest for about a stick of incense, Zhu Shouyi gradually slowed down, carefully checked the surrounding ground, and then signaled Zhu Pingan to stand there and not move. Immediately afterwards, Zhu Shouyi put down the basket behind him, gently placed it in the grass beside him, and then took out some ropes from it.
"This kind of footprints are the footprints of hares. Hares don't like to take detours, they just go all the way to the dark, jumping and jumping, so when you put it down, you should put it higher. Don't damage the surrounding flowers and plants, keep it as it is. It looks like a rabbit, the rabbit is very timid, and it dare not leave when the flowers and plants change..." Zhu Shouyi explained to his two sons how to trap the wild rabbit while setting off the trap. As long as it runs into the cover, it will never come out."
Zhu Ping'an noticed that the sets that his father made were very simple. They were made of readily available materials, such as wooden sticks, branches, and ropes. The ropes made two sets. The first cover is used to catch wild rabbits. If a rabbit gets into this cover, it will be tightly strangled. The second cover, which is a protective cover, can block the first cover, leaving a minimum size to protect the life of the rabbit. This series of sets is indispensable, the first set catches the rabbit, and the second set is guaranteed to catch a live rabbit.
After three sets of traps, Father Zhu led his two sons to bypass and change a road, saying that if he was lucky, he would come back when he was going down the mountain and he would see the fat rabbit.
Gradually, the group of three people also gradually gained something: two pheasants, which Father Zhu found a pheasant coop, and caught them outside the hen coop; They were caught in a mountain stream, the water was very shallow, and a piece of water was blocked with stones. There were a lot of fish in it, and they were caught with heavy weights, otherwise they could have caught more than ten; the mountain fungus and fungus also picked about ten catties. From left to right, Zhu Ping'an also contributed about a catty.
When passing by a bamboo forest, Zhu Pingan thought of the bamboo shoots mentioned in the Chinese on the tip of his tongue, so he yelled to eat bamboo shoots. After hearing this, Zhu's father's eyes lit up, and he put down the bamboo basket kindly, and took out a pointed one from inside. Mouth hoe.
Father Zhu is an expert at digging bamboo shoots. He can tell where there are bamboo shoots and how big they are just by the color of the bamboo leaves. In a short while, he dug up about eight or nine bamboo shoots, all of which are short and thick. More than 20 centimeters, it is tender and tender. There is also bacon at home, and the taste of green bamboo shoots and bacon is the most delicious.
At noon, I ate on the mountain, picked some wild fruits, caught three slightly larger fish in the mountain stream and roasted them, and the dry food brought by the family, especially the old man even found a gourd , after cutting it open and cleaning it, I made a fish soup with stream water. The milky white fish soup rolled in the gourd. The purest and natural fish soup aroma was simply irresistible. Dad’s basket was like a jingle cat’s pocket, full of salt what.
With oily mouth and a bulging stomach, Zhu Pingan felt that this meal was the most satisfying and best meal he had eaten since he came to the Ming Dynasty, and it was a hundred times better than what he ate at home.
After eating, I took a short rest and started looking for good things in the mountains again.
The small animals in the mountain are very vigilant, probably because they were frightened by the hunters, and they all seem to be fine, and they disappear without a trace at the slightest movement. At this time, Zhu Pingan missed the silly roe deer in the distant era, where did Dad go? If only there was one here, it would be easy to capture.
Unfortunately, this is the area of Anhui and Hubei, and there are no silly roe deer. Although there were no silly roe deer, Zhu Pingan still found a good thing. There were large white and golden flowers blooming under the tree over there.
It turned out to be honeysuckle, Zhu Ping'an's eyes lit up, and he ran over immediately.
"Hey, don't run around." Father Zhu quickly followed.
Zhu Ping'an ran to the honeysuckle and checked carefully. The flowers in this piece were long like sticks, thick on the top and thin on the bottom, and a little curved. The surface of the flowers was yellowish-white or greenish-white, with a layer of fluff on the top. Zhu Pingan looked at it for a while, and it was indeed the honeysuckle described in "Compendium of Materia Medica". According to the records I have read before, honeysuckle can be said to be the easiest traditional Chinese medicine to prepare. After simple sun exposure and shade drying, it can be used by medical students. It is recorded in "Compendium of Materia Medica": bitter, cold in nature, good at clearing the poisonous pathogens in the upper energizer and muscle surface. Those that can be included in Materia Medica will not be too cheap.
Picking these honeysuckle flowers, then taking them home to dry and sell them to pharmacies, might be a good way of making money.
Zhu Ping'an made a mark nearby. If he can sell it for money this time, he can come directly to pick it in the future. There are a lot of honeysuckle here, Zhu Ping'an picks the best ones and only picks the buds. Because this method of harvesting is the best honeysuckle, the most valuable.
When Zhu's father chased after him worryingly, Zhu Ping'an was picking up flowers with his buttocks up, not to mention how cheerful he looked.
Picking flowers?
The corners of Zhu's father's eyes twitched a little, his youngest son is not a libertine who hangs around with women, right? !
"What are you doing picking flowers? Let's go, Daddy will take you to pick fruits to eat!" Father Zhu felt that he was obliged to correct his son's bad buds.
Zhu Ping'an looked up at Father Zhu, shook his head, and continued to pick.
"The fruit is very sweet and delicious." Father Zhu continued to work hard.
"This can be sold for money." Zhu Pingan muttered while picking flowers.
Father Zhu curled his lips, what money can this wild flower be sold for? There are wild flowers and weeds everywhere in the mountains and plains, and I haven’t seen anyone who sells it for money! Patiently said to my son, "When people in the city buy flowers, they also buy good flowers like peonies and roses, not this kind of flowers. Pigs will not eat this kind of flowers when they are fed to pigs!"
You don’t even eat pigs?
See you, that's why the poor people in the village jingle!
Can it be sold for money, not using pigs as referees!
"Brother, I'll help you." Zhu Pingchuan felt sorry for his younger brother, put down the basket, and helped pick flowers.
He thought very simply, what the younger brother wants, the older brother will get it.
"Then you can only pick this kind of flower." Zhu Pingan took out a standard high-quality honeysuckle and showed it to Zhu Pingchuan.
"Yeah." The simple and honest elder brother nodded and helped pick honeysuckle.
(end of this chapter)
Chapter 8 Don't even eat pigsThe mountains are densely forested, the morning mist is pervasive, and there are faint roars of wild animals in the distance, which adds a bit of depth and horror to this Wo Niu Mountain. Although it is scary, the forest is also generous. All kinds of fungi grow vigorously among the rotting leaves at the bottom of the trees, and wild fruits and unknown flowers and plants are also scattered one by one. After walking in the forest for about a stick of incense, Zhu Shouyi gradually slowed down, carefully checked the surrounding ground, and then signaled Zhu Pingan to stand there and not move. Immediately afterwards, Zhu Shouyi put down the basket behind him, gently placed it in the grass beside him, and then took out some ropes from it."This kind of footprints are the footprints of hares. Hares don't like to take detours, they just go all the way to the dark, jumping and jumping, so when you put it down, you should put it higher. Don't damage the surrounding flowers and plants, keep it as it is. It looks like a rabbit, the rabbit is very timid, and it dare not leave when the flowers and plants change..." Zhu Shouyi explained to his two sons how to trap the wild rabbit while setting off the trap. As long as it runs into the cover, it will never come out."Zhu Ping'an noticed that the sets that his father made were very simple. They were made of readily available materials, such as wooden sticks, branches, and ropes. The ropes made two sets. The first cover is used to catch wild rabbits. If a rabbit gets into this cover, it will be tightly strangled. The second cover, which is a protective cover, can block the first cover, leaving a minimum size to protect the life of the rabbit. This series of sets is indispensable, the first set catches the rabbit, and the second set is guaranteed to catch a live rabbit.After three sets of traps, Father Zhu led his two sons to bypass and change a road, saying that if he was lucky, he would come back when he was going down the mountain and he would see the fat rabbit.Gradually, the group of three people also gradually gained something: two pheasants, which Father Zhu found a pheasant coop, and caught them outside the hen coop; They were caught in a mountain stream, the water was very shallow, and a piece of water was blocked with stones. There were a lot of fish in it, and they were caught with heavy weights, otherwise they could have caught more than ten; the mountain fungus and fungus also picked about ten catties. From left to right, Zhu Ping'an also contributed about a catty.When passing by a bamboo forest, Zhu Pingan thought of the bamboo shoots mentioned in the Chinese on the tip of his tongue, so he yelled to eat bamboo shoots. After hearing this, Zhu's father's eyes lit up, and he put down the bamboo basket kindly, and took out a pointed one from inside. Mouth hoe.Father Zhu is an expert at digging bamboo shoots. He can tell where there are bamboo shoots and how big they are just by the color of the bamboo leaves. In a short while, he dug up about eight or nine bamboo shoots, all of which are short and thick. More than 20 centimeters, it is tender and tender. There is also bacon at home, and the taste of green bamboo shoots and bacon is the most delicious.At noon, I ate on the mountain, picked some wild fruits, caught three slightly larger fish in the mountain stream and roasted them, and the dry food brought by the family, especially the old man even found a gourd , after cutting it open and cleaning it, I made a fish soup with stream water. The milky white fish soup rolled in the gourd. The purest and natural fish soup aroma was simply irresistible. Dad's basket was like a jingle cat's pocket, full of salt what. With oily mouth and a bulging stomach, Zhu Pingan felt that this meal was the most satisfying and best meal he had eaten since he came to the Ming Dynasty, and it was a hundred times better than what he ate at home. After eating, I took a short rest and started looking for good things in the mountains again.The small animals in the mountain are very vigilant, probably because they were frightened by the hunters, and they all seem to be fine, and they disappear without a trace at the slightest movement. At this time, Zhu Pingan missed the silly roe deer in the distant era, where did Dad go? If only there was one here, it would be easy to capture.Unfortunately, this is the area of Anhui and Hubei, and there are no silly roe deer. Although there were no silly roe deer, Zhu Pingan still found a good thing. There were large white and golden flowers blooming under the tree over there. It turned out to be honeysuckle, Zhu Ping'an's eyes lit up, and he ran over immediately. "Hey, don't run around." Father Zhu quickly followed.Zhu Ping'an ran to the honeysuckle and checked carefully. The flowers in this piece were long like sticks, thick on the top and thin on the bottom, and a little curved. The surface of the flowers was yellowish-white or greenish-white, with a layer of fluff on the top. Zhu Pingan looked at it for a while, and it was indeed the honeysuckle described in "Compendium of Materia Medica". According to the records I have read before, honeysuckle can be said to be the easiest traditional Chinese medicine to prepare. After simple sun exposure and shade drying, it can be used by medical students. It is recorded in "Compendium of Materia Medica": bitter, cold in nature, good at clearing the poisonous pathogens in the upper energizer and muscle surface. Those that can be included in Materia Medica will not be too cheap. Picking these honeysuckle flowers, then taking them home to dry and sell them to pharmacies, might be a good way of making money.Zhu Ping'an made a mark nearby. If he can sell it for money this time, he can come directly to pick it in the future. There are a lot of honeysuckle here, Zhu Ping'an picks the best ones and only picks the buds. Because this method of harvesting is the best honeysuckle, the most valuable.When Zhu's father chased after him worryingly, Zhu Ping'an was picking up flowers with his buttocks up, not to mention how cheerful he looked. Picking flowers?The corners of Zhu's father's eyes twitched a little, his youngest son is not a libertine who hangs around with women, right? ! "What are you doing picking flowers? Let's go, Daddy will take you to pick fruits to eat!" Father Zhu felt that he was obliged to correct his son's bad buds.Zhu Ping'an looked up at Father Zhu, shook his head, and continued to pick. "The fruit is very sweet and delicious." Father Zhu continued to work hard. "This can be sold for money." Zhu Pingan muttered while picking flowers.Father Zhu curled his lips, what money can this wild flower be sold for? There are wild flowers and weeds everywhere in the mountains and plains, and I haven't seen anyone who sells it for money! Patiently said to my son, "When people in the city buy flowers, they also buy good flowers like peonies and roses, not this kind of flowers. Pigs will not eat this kind of flowers when they are fed to pigs!"You don't even eat pigs? See you, that's why the poor people in the village jingle! Can it be sold for money, not using pigs as referees! "Brother, I'll help you." Zhu Pingchuan felt sorry for his younger brother, put down the basket, and helped pick flowers.He thought very simply, what the younger brother wants, the older brother will get it. "Then you can only pick this kind of flower." Zhu Pingan took out a standard high-quality honeysuckle and showed it to Zhu Pingchuan. "Yeah." The simple and honest elder brother nodded and helped pick honeysuckle.end of this chapter
