Chapter 217 Is there such an operation?

  Big team returned to the village, and the children all took small notes and excitedly received their own Children's Day gifts.

  The fourth little one was the first to receive his doll, and he really hugged it in his arms, and gave it to Lin Zhi.

   What I gave to my mother was a bunch of day lilies in Shan Xing's hand.

  The fourth youngest looked up at Lin Zhi with big bright eyes, "Mother, I gave this doll to you, thanks for your hard work."

  Shan Xing also raised her small face: "Er Niang, the elder brother and the elder sister said that this is the mother's flower, and I give it to you!"

  Looking at the two cute little girls, Lin Zhi hugged them tightly in her arms, and couldn't hold back the tears as they fell.

  But her kind face was full of joy, and she murmured: "Good boy, you are all good boys!"

   This scene also made Yang Hongying's eyes turn red, and she regarded this place as her home more and more in her heart.

  Lin Zhi took the day lily and prepared to dry it before frying it for the children.

  As for the doll, it was returned to the fourth child.

  The youngest and fourth hugged happily for a while, then took the doll to tease Xiao Huo, squeezed the rubber doll until it squeaked, making Xiao Huo giggle and giggle.

  On the other side, Liu Qingshan and the eldest sister distributed tea eggs to the children, and the little ones returned with a full reward.

  In the afternoon, Yang Hongying led these little guys to pick daylilies. After all, they were quite tired after planting trees all morning, so they should work lightly in the afternoon.

  Not only the little ones, but also the idlers of the Jiapigou Cooperative were all mobilized to pick day lilies on the mountain.

   After all, this is also in the purchase catalog of wild vegetables, and the price of dried day lily is quite expensive.

   It’s just that this thing is too light, and it can’t even weigh two catties in a basket.

  But day lily is very fresh whether it is served in cold salad or stir-fried meat. The most beautiful thing is to use it with mushrooms to prepare the marinade of tofu.

  Day lily is fresh, but it is not easy to pick.

   Fortunately, the villagers have rich experience in mountain picking, and they all know that they must be picked when the flower mouth is about to open, and when three seams are cracked, it is just right.

  If you pick it early, the buds will be too tender; if you pick it late, the flowers will unfold, and the umami taste will be lost.

  The children set off with the adults’ picking team. After all, it is safer to enter the mountain with adults leading them.

  The large army set off in a carriage, and there was a burst of yelling from behind: "Wait for me, wait for me!"

   Everyone looked back, and it turned out to be Zhang Pole, with a large pannier on his back, trotting to catch up.

   "Gaozi, if you are late, the day lily will be cold!"

  The uncle boss is healed now, shouting at the top of his voice.

  At a general banquet, a bowl of hangover soup made with day lily is served at the end. If this dish is cold, it proves that the guest came too late.

Zhang Ganzi quickly caught up: "Don't mention it, my niece Xiaoman brought back some day lily at noon. She insisted that it was some kind of mother's flower. She wanted to honor her mother, so she fried it and ate it. I also ate a few. As a result, I had diarrhea."

  When Liu Qingshan heard it, he couldn't help laughing: "Uncle Ganzi, the fresh day lily contains colchicine, and it will be poisonous if you eat it!"

  Because of this reason, day lily is usually sun-dried and eaten with water, which is still very delicious.

   "I know, it's all boiled."

  Zhang Ganzi muttered, if he didn't blanch, he would probably be stuck in the fur building and couldn't get out.

  The carriage was speeding all the way, and it was about two miles away from Mukeleng, and it couldn't get on. Everyone, old and young, got off from several carriages, carrying baskets and baskets on their backs, and picked all the way on the hillside.

  Liu Qingshan picked a basket of day lilies, saw that it was not far from the woodcut, so he went there, and together with his master, he worked together to get the big wooden block of Song Mingzi onto the carriage.

   This thing is really heavy, and both of them are sweating profusely from exhaustion.

  The new house is about to be completed, and the windows haven't been installed yet. Liu Qingshan decided to put this in the house first, and it will be used as a dining table in the future.

  If you wait until the doors and windows of the house are finished, it will be difficult to get in.

  Back to Woodcut Leng, the dumb grandfather cheerfully handed over a big jar to Liu Qingshan, and gestured for a while, before Liu Qingshan knew that it was medicinal wine prepared for researcher Gu Junshan.

  So he happily hugged it in his arms, and casually asked about the formula of the medicinal materials inside.

  Mute Grandpa never kept secrets from this official disciple, so he just made gestures with Liu Qingshan for a while.

   Now it was Liu Qingshan's turn to be shocked, the pot in his arms almost fell to the ground:

   "Master, there is an old wild ginseng plant more than fifty years old in this jar, isn't that too rare?"

  The dumb grandfather smiled and gestured twice, Liu Qingshan understood, what Master wanted to express was:

   There is no distinction between these herbs in the mountains. As long as they are used to cure diseases, they are all the same in his eyes. There is actually no difference between an old mountain ginseng and a root of a mother-in-law.

  For Master's indifference, Liu Qingshan can only admire: Compared with Master, his realm is still far behind.

  But that is more than fifty years old wild ginseng, the precious sixth-grade leaves, Liu Qingshan really can't calm down.

  This old man is really lucky to meet such an open-minded mountain guard as Master, otherwise, even if he knows the prescription, his salary may not be able to afford it.

  The dumb master probably also saw the disciple's thoughts, and smiled and gestured for a while.

   Make the best use of everything and get what you want!

  Liu Qingshan was also thoughtful: This is the realm of master, it seems that what I need to learn from master is not only martial arts, but also many, many...

   When he recovered from his contemplation, his eyes became clearer. At this moment, when he saw the plants, trees, birds and animals in the forest, his state of mind was different from before.

   The specific feeling, even he himself can't express it, it should be a kind of closeness, like being close to an old friend who has been with him for many years.

  The dumb grandfather kept staring at his apprentice, and seeing Liu Qingshan's eyes, he nodded in satisfaction and gestured again.

  Liu Qingshan was shocked again, but this time, a smile soon appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he heard the news of an old friend who had been separated for many years, and there was only joy in his heart.

   "Master, there are more than a hundred years old wild ginseng in our forest, can you take me to see it?"

  The dumb grandfather nodded with a smile, he can now take his apprentice with confidence.

  In the past, he really didn't dare, for fear that his disciples would be greedy.

  The distance is a bit far, and I will definitely not be able to make it back in the afternoon. Liu Qingshan said hello to the elder sister, and asked the elder sister to help them take the jar of medicinal wine back first, and then followed the master into the depths of the dense forest.

   Entering summer, the vegetation in the forest began to grow wildly. The dumb grandpa walked unhurriedly in front, bending down from time to time, picking some stems and leaves of plants, and putting them into the basket behind him.

  Liu Qingshan was also carrying a basket on his back, holding a small medicine pick in his hand, and kept asking this and that.

  Soon he found out that most of what Master picked were aromatic and rejuvenating traditional Chinese medicines, so he understood: the Dragon Boat Festival will be in a few days, and Master is going to collect some materials for making sachets.

  When the dumb grandfather picked a kind of herb, he had to gesture with Liu Qingshan for a while. This kind of on-site teaching is of course the best.

  Walking all the way, Liu Qingshan got to know Huoxiang, peppermint, mugwort, calamus, etc., and the dumb grandfather also told him that there are musks he collected in woodcuts.

  Liu Qingshan was a little stunned: "Master, to get the musk, isn't that going to kill the musk deer to get the sachet?"

  Based on his understanding of Master, this kind of killing musk deer for incense should not happen to Master.

  The dumb grandpa smiled and gestured to pick out his ears and eyes, and after a while, Liu Qingshan finally understood: it turned out that the master caught the male musk deer, and then took out the musk with a special wooden spoon.

  What, there is such an operation?

   Liu Qingshan blinked vigorously a few times: Does that mean that forest musk deer can also be raised on a large scale in the future, and then the musk deer can be harvested?

  In this forest, there is really a big treasure house. There are too many ways to make a fortune.

   In this way, the master and the apprentice walked until it was almost dark, and then they came to the wooden house in the forest where they lived last time.

  Liu Qingshan was still very kind to this wooden house, and ran over with a cheer, but the voice of the dumb grandfather came from behind him, so he stopped quickly and looked around.

  He keenly felt that there was something unsettling in the surrounding environment, but for a while, he couldn't find the source.

  The dumb grandfather walked to an open space not far away, picked up a tree branch, and pulled it up on the ground full of broken branches and leaves.

  Liu Qingshan went up to have a look, and could not help grinning: So there is a pile of **** buried here.

   It should be the feces of a large beast, because there are some hairs and the like in it.

   "Master, is this tiger dung?"

  Liu Qingshan understood a little bit, the uneasy feeling just now should come from the fierce tiger.

  The dumb grandfather nodded, and made some gestures: This Siberian tiger should only stay here for a short time, and has no intention of treating this place as its own territory.

  Otherwise, they would not bury their **** with their paws on the soil after shitting, but would leave the smell of feces and urine within their own woodland to declare their sovereignty.

  Cats, dogs, and so on all have the habit of burying their feces. Before domestication, this is to cover their whereabouts, which is a kind of self-protection.

  But Liu Qingshan thought about it in his mind: such a colorful tiger uses its thick hind legs to scratch the leaves and soil on the ground to cover up the excrement. Why does this picture always feel a bit wrong?

  So he asked: "Master, could it be that stupid little tiger cub I saw a few days ago?"

  The dumb grandpa also laughed and nodded, thinking it was very possible.

  Thinking about the cerebellar ax that has just grown up and is still not in tune, Liu Qingshan also laughed.

  Opened the wooden house, changed the air inside, and Liu Qingshan packed the dinner.

  At the beginning, the stove was very humid and not easy to burn. After the top was passed, the flames ignited.

  First boil half a pot of boiling water, and then cook a la carte porridge with the millet you brought. This is the dinner for the two of you.

  Liu Qingshan felt that it was a bit too simple, when he saw the master came back from the outside, with a fat rabbit hanging on his waist.

  Liu Qingshan's eyes lit up unconsciously. At his age, he was exactly the age when his stomach was full. Of course, it is best to eat meat.

   Immediately went up, took the rabbit down, ran to the outside window, and began to skin it by the light of the oil lamp.

His current technique has improved, and he quickly peeled off the rabbit skin completely. He was about to clean up the internal organs. When he turned around to take the basin, he heard a gust of wind beside him. Looking back, the hare that had just been peeled Has disappeared.

   "I'm tired of working, don't you dare to steal me..."

  Liu Qingshan roared halfway, but couldn't make any more sound. He finally saw clearly that the thief in front of him was a Siberian tiger.

  (end of this chapter)