Chapter 16
Around Lingjia village, there are mountains behind. Compared with the mysterious Yuehua mountain range, Dagong mountain and Xiaogong mountain on both sides are much more ordinary, and the mountain situation is not high. During the leisure time, the men and women in the village will go to the mountain to buy some game and dig some wild vegetables. The father and son who enter Dagong mountain don't mention herbs along the way. They don't even see wild vegetables. The court is unstable in recent years Life is not easy, the food in the field is not enough, wild vegetables and fruits on the mountain can not escape the fate of being picked.
"Why don't we go to Yuehua mountain?"
At first, Ling Jingxuan, who was full of confidence at first, was greatly hit. In his previous life, he didn't like to read books. Sometimes, he either played cards in the teahouse opened by the village head's house or studied medicine and drugs alone. But in the 21st century, novels and TV dramas with theme crossing themes have been rampant, and he knows something about them, Other people are either the king or the emperor. Otherwise, they are the legitimate sons of a certain family. No matter how bad they are, they can flood with golden fingers. They can pick up some rare things like Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng when they enter the mountain. Why can't the woolen yarn come to him?
With this in mind, Ling Jingxuan can not help but erect the middle finger, decisive reality is much more cruel than TV novels.
"Where to go? Dad, are you going to die? People in the village say that there are monsters in Yuehua mountain, so we can't go there. "
Big baozi's face sank, and he glared at his father with all kinds of unhappiness. He looked like you were too long for life. Ling Jingxuan couldn't touch his nose with black thread. Only a few days ago, how many times did he teach him? Who are they from Laozi?
"Ha ha Dad is black again... "
On the other side, the small steamed bun covered his mouth and laughed heartless. His big round eyes twinkled. A five-year-old should be innocent. Ling Jingxuan bent his finger and knocked on his head. He squatted down and said to the big bun solemnly: "what the villagers say can count? They say I'm a monster. Do you think I am? Besides, we don't go deep into the mountains, we just hang out at the foot of the mountains, don't you? I have to take medicine for my second uncle. "
Big steamed bun is smart and precocious. He also likes to treat him as an adult. Seeing that he hesitates decisively, Ling Jingxuan makes persistent efforts: "treating the second uncle's disease requires a kind of very expensive fruit. I wonder if there will be ready-made wild fruits in the mountains. Xiaowen, you should think clearly. If we don't take a chance, we can only buy them with the money from selling fish. ”
as long as money is mentioned, he believes that big buns will definitely compromise.
"You don't want to think about that money. It's for urgent use. Let's go."
Sure enough, the big steamed stuffed bun gave him a defensive look and turned his heel and walked towards the direction of Yuehua mountain.
"Well Are you so defensive against your own Laozi
Ling Jingxuan holding a small bun full of brain, black line followed him, grandma, when did he say to move the money? Although it seems that he really wanted to, but let his son so face-to-face, especially shameless, is not it? He won't admit it.
On the mountainside of Yuehua mountain, there are clouds and fog all year round. It is estimated that snow will not melt on the top of the mountain. However, no one has ever been there. On weekdays, most of the villagers set traps at the foot of the mountain and dig wild vegetables. They dare not step on the mountain. Ling Jingxuan carries a bamboo basket and holds a child in one hand, and the father and son go to the mountain in sweat.
"Dad, look, a lot of wild fruits!"
It's a good place where no one is involved. After a while, the exclamation of steamed buns rings with excitement. If you look around, you can see the red and green fruits all over the mountains, and some of them can't even name Ling Jingxuan.
"Let's almost come here. The wild grapes taste good. You can pick them here. I'll go to the neighborhood to see if there are any herbs that can be used."
With a sickle to cut off the dense grass about half a person high, Ling Jingxuan reached out to pick two dark red wild grapes and put them into his mouth. The extreme acid and extreme sweetness were rendered in his mouth at the same time. The taste was much better than those planted by artificial grafting in the 21st century.
"Wow, it's sour, Dad. Can we not pick this one?"
The small steamed bun also learned his appearance, picked a fruit and put it into his mouth. His face was wrinkled in a twinkling, and his eyes were full of grievances. The big bun quickly took out the water bag that had been prepared and handed it to him.
"If you are greedy, why do you put everything in your mouth?"
His face was pained to death, but his mouth kept nagging. Big baozi was not like the elder brother, but a bit like a father. People who don't know would never dream that they were twins. They were only five years old at the end of the year.
"Ha ha It's sweet if you choose the black one, but you can't just pick the dark one! "
Seeing this, Ling Jingxuan dotes on rubbing his head. Grapes are of many uses, sweet and sour are of great use. He is also thinking about getting some branches to put back in the yard. He may make a fortune from it in the coming year.
"Why? Why are you picking them up
He is not a small steamed bun, but a big one full of heartache. The small steamed bun is still pouring water. Looking at his frown, he is obviously dissatisfied with his father's decision.
Ling Jingxuan chuckled, and her long and slender Danfeng eyes slipped by and joked: "if I said that I could turn those sour fruits into a lot of silver, would you like to pick them?""Really?"
Big buns decisively become money slaves, impatient big eyes instantly into the shape of copper coins.
"Ha ha Why did you get into the money hole
Ling Jingxuan couldn't help laughing, his fingers both spoiled and helplessly poked his head.
It's rare that the big steamed bun didn't dislike it this time. He waved his hand and eagerly asked, "Dad, can you really turn those sour fruits into money?"
As long as he can make money, he is willing to eat a sweet fruit.
"Of course, your father is a boy."
Well, thanks to the ancient damned scientific examination system, everything is inferior. Only the students who study well and put it in modern times can be regarded as primary school graduates at most, which is obviously different here.
This is not, Tongsheng two words out, big bun eyes that little doubt instantly disappeared, turned to pull up the small bun: "Xiaowu, let's go to pick fruit."
See him a pair of slow fruit will disappear eager appearance, Ling Jingxuan is a burst of laughter, his son, love money and mean son, really some that what.
"Why don't we go to Yuehua mountain?"
At first, Ling Jingxuan, who was full of confidence at first, was greatly hit. In his previous life, he didn't like to read books. Sometimes, he either played cards in the teahouse opened by the village head's house or studied medicine and drugs alone. But in the 21st century, novels and TV dramas with theme crossing themes have been rampant, and he knows something about them, Other people are either the king or the emperor. Otherwise, they are the legitimate sons of a certain family. No matter how bad they are, they can flood with golden fingers. They can pick up some rare things like Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng when they enter the mountain. Why can't the woolen yarn come to him?
With this in mind, Ling Jingxuan can not help but erect the middle finger, decisive reality is much more cruel than TV novels.
"Where to go? Dad, are you going to die? People in the village say that there are monsters in Yuehua mountain, so we can't go there. "
Big baozi's face sank, and he glared at his father with all kinds of unhappiness. He looked like you were too long for life. Ling Jingxuan couldn't touch his nose with black thread. Only a few days ago, how many times did he teach him? Who are they from Laozi?
"Ha ha Dad is black again... "
On the other side, the small steamed bun covered his mouth and laughed heartless. His big round eyes twinkled. A five-year-old should be innocent. Ling Jingxuan bent his finger and knocked on his head. He squatted down and said to the big bun solemnly: "what the villagers say can count? They say I'm a monster. Do you think I am? Besides, we don't go deep into the mountains, we just hang out at the foot of the mountains, don't you? I have to take medicine for my second uncle. "
Big steamed bun is smart and precocious. He also likes to treat him as an adult. Seeing that he hesitates decisively, Ling Jingxuan makes persistent efforts: "treating the second uncle's disease requires a kind of very expensive fruit. I wonder if there will be ready-made wild fruits in the mountains. Xiaowen, you should think clearly. If we don't take a chance, we can only buy them with the money from selling fish. ”
as long as money is mentioned, he believes that big buns will definitely compromise.
"You don't want to think about that money. It's for urgent use. Let's go."
Sure enough, the big steamed stuffed bun gave him a defensive look and turned his heel and walked towards the direction of Yuehua mountain.
"Well Are you so defensive against your own Laozi
Ling Jingxuan holding a small bun full of brain, black line followed him, grandma, when did he say to move the money? Although it seems that he really wanted to, but let his son so face-to-face, especially shameless, is not it? He won't admit it.
On the mountainside of Yuehua mountain, there are clouds and fog all year round. It is estimated that snow will not melt on the top of the mountain. However, no one has ever been there. On weekdays, most of the villagers set traps at the foot of the mountain and dig wild vegetables. They dare not step on the mountain. Ling Jingxuan carries a bamboo basket and holds a child in one hand, and the father and son go to the mountain in sweat.
"Dad, look, a lot of wild fruits!"
It's a good place where no one is involved. After a while, the exclamation of steamed buns rings with excitement. If you look around, you can see the red and green fruits all over the mountains, and some of them can't even name Ling Jingxuan.
"Let's almost come here. The wild grapes taste good. You can pick them here. I'll go to the neighborhood to see if there are any herbs that can be used."
With a sickle to cut off the dense grass about half a person high, Ling Jingxuan reached out to pick two dark red wild grapes and put them into his mouth. The extreme acid and extreme sweetness were rendered in his mouth at the same time. The taste was much better than those planted by artificial grafting in the 21st century.
"Wow, it's sour, Dad. Can we not pick this one?"
The small steamed bun also learned his appearance, picked a fruit and put it into his mouth. His face was wrinkled in a twinkling, and his eyes were full of grievances. The big bun quickly took out the water bag that had been prepared and handed it to him.
"If you are greedy, why do you put everything in your mouth?"
His face was pained to death, but his mouth kept nagging. Big baozi was not like the elder brother, but a bit like a father. People who don't know would never dream that they were twins. They were only five years old at the end of the year.
"Ha ha It's sweet if you choose the black one, but you can't just pick the dark one! "
Seeing this, Ling Jingxuan dotes on rubbing his head. Grapes are of many uses, sweet and sour are of great use. He is also thinking about getting some branches to put back in the yard. He may make a fortune from it in the coming year.
"Why? Why are you picking them up
He is not a small steamed bun, but a big one full of heartache. The small steamed bun is still pouring water. Looking at his frown, he is obviously dissatisfied with his father's decision.
Ling Jingxuan chuckled, and her long and slender Danfeng eyes slipped by and joked: "if I said that I could turn those sour fruits into a lot of silver, would you like to pick them?""Really?"
Big buns decisively become money slaves, impatient big eyes instantly into the shape of copper coins.
"Ha ha Why did you get into the money hole
Ling Jingxuan couldn't help laughing, his fingers both spoiled and helplessly poked his head.
It's rare that the big steamed bun didn't dislike it this time. He waved his hand and eagerly asked, "Dad, can you really turn those sour fruits into money?"
As long as he can make money, he is willing to eat a sweet fruit.
"Of course, your father is a boy."
Well, thanks to the ancient damned scientific examination system, everything is inferior. Only the students who study well and put it in modern times can be regarded as primary school graduates at most, which is obviously different here.
This is not, Tongsheng two words out, big bun eyes that little doubt instantly disappeared, turned to pull up the small bun: "Xiaowu, let's go to pick fruit."
See him a pair of slow fruit will disappear eager appearance, Ling Jingxuan is a burst of laughter, his son, love money and mean son, really some that what.
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