The rise of the poor

Chapter 8

The mountains are dense, the morning mist is filled, and the roar of wild beasts is faintly heard in the distance, which adds a bit of horror to this Wo Niu Mountain.Although it is terrifying, the mountains and forests are also generous. Various fungi grow vigorously among the rotten leaves at the bottom of the trees, and wild fruits and unknown flowers and plants are also one by one.

After walking in the forest for about an incense stick, Zhu Shouyi gradually slowed down, carefully checked the surrounding ground, and then motioned Zhu Ping'an and the two to stand there and not move.Immediately afterwards, Zhu Shouyi put down the basket behind him, gently placed it in the grass, and took out some ropes from it.

"This kind of footprint is the footprint of a hare. The hare doesn't like to take detours. It will go all the way to the dark, jumping and jumping. Therefore, when putting down the cover, it should be placed higher, and the surrounding flowers and plants should not be damaged. Keep the original It looks like the rabbit is very timid, and it doesn't dare to leave when the flowers and plants have changed..." Zhu Shouyi explained to his two sons how to put the hares on the hare, "The rabbit jumps and walks fast, it won't pay attention to us. It's under the cover, as long as it runs into the cover, it won't come out."

Zhu Ping'an noticed that his father's sleeves were very simple. They were made of readily available materials, such as sticks, branches and ropes. The ropes made two sleeves.The first cover is for catching hares, and when the rabbit gets into this cover, it will be restrained tightly.The second cover, which is a protective cover, can block the first cover, leaving a minimum size to protect the rabbit's life.This series of sets is indispensable, the first set catches the rabbit, and the second set guarantees that the live rabbit is caught.

After getting off the three sets, Zhu's father led his two sons to take a detour and changed the road, saying that if he was lucky, he could see the fat rabbit when he came back down the mountain.

Slowly, a group of three also gradually gained something: two pheasants, which Zhu's father found a pheasant nest and caught under the nest; five big carp weighing two or three pounds, which were caught in a pheasant nest. I caught it in a mountain stream. The water was very shallow, and the water was blocked with stones. There were many fish in it. I had to pick up the heavy ones, otherwise I could catch more than ten; Looking around, Zhu Ping'an also contributed about a pound.

When passing by a bamboo forest, Zhu Ping'an thought of the bamboo shoots mentioned in China on the tip of his tongue, so he roared to eat bamboo shoots. After hearing this, Zhu's father's eyes also lit up, he put down the bamboo basket like a flow, and took out a sharp 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 it on the mountain, picked some wild fruits, caught three slightly larger fish in the mountain stream and roasted it on fire, and also brought dry food from home, especially my father even found a gourd. , I cut it open and cleaned it and used the stream water to make a fish soup. The milky white fish soup was rolling in the gourd. The purest and natural fish soup smell was irresistible. Dad's basket was like a jingle cat's pocket, full of salt. what.

With oily mouth and a bulging belly, Zhu Ping'an felt that this meal was the most filling and best meal he had eaten since he came to the Ming Dynasty, and it was a hundred times better than eating at home.

After eating and resting for a while, I started looking for good things in the mountains again.

The small animals in the mountain are very alert, maybe they are afraid of being beaten by the hunters, and they all seem to be fine, and the slightest movement disappears without a trace.At this time, Zhu Ping'an missed the silly roe deer from where Dad went in the distant era. If only one was here, it would definitely be easy to capture.

It is a pity that this is in the Anhui and Hubei area, and there are no silly roe deer.Although there was no stupid roe deer, Zhu Ping'an still found a good thing, there were large white and golden flowers blooming under the tree there.

It turned out to be honeysuckle, Zhu Ping'an's eyes lit up, and he ran over immediately.

"She'er, don't run around." Father Zhu quickly followed.

Zhu Ping'an ran to the honeysuckle flower and confirmed it carefully. The flower was long like a stick, thick on the top and thin on the bottom, with a little curvature. The surface of the flower was yellow-white or green-white with a layer of fluff on it.Zhu Pingan looked at it for a while, and it was indeed the honeysuckle described in the "Compendium of Materia Medica".According to the records I have read before, honeysuckle can be said to be the easiest traditional Chinese medicine to concoct. After simple sun exposure and drying in the shade, you can obtain traditional Chinese medicine that medical students can use. "Compendium of Materia Medica" records: bitter, cold in nature, good at clearing the poisonous evils of Shangjiao and muscle surface.It can be entered into the herbal medicine, and the price will not be too cheap.

Picking these honeysuckle flowers and then taking them home to dry them and sell them to pharmacies may be a good way to make 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 many honeysuckle flowers here, and Zhu Ping'an picks the best ones and only picks the buds.Because this method of mining is the first-class honeysuckle, the most valuable.

When Zhu's father chased after him worriedly, Zhu Ping'an was picking flowers with his butt pouted, not to mention his happy appearance.

Picking flowers?

The corners of Father Zhu's eyes twitched a little, wouldn't his youngest son be a libertine among women? !

"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 germination.

Zhu Ping'an looked up at Zhu's father, shook his head, and continued picking.

"The fruit is very sweet and delicious." Father Zhu continued to work hard.

"This can be sold for money." Zhu Ping'an muttered while picking flowers.

Father Zhu pouted, what kind of money can this wild flower sell for?He patiently said to his son, "People in the city also buy flowers like peonies and roses. It's not this kind of flower. This kind of flower is fed to pigs, and the pigs won't eat it!"

Don't feed pigs?

See, that's why the poor people in the village are jingling!
Can you sell for money, not to use pigs as judges!
"Brother, I'll help you." Zhu Pingchuan felt sorry for his younger brother, put down the basket, and helped pick flowers.

What he thought was very simple, what the younger brother wanted, the older brother would get.

"Then you can only pick this kind of flower." Zhu Ping'an 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)