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Chapter 97 Brother and sister dig bamboo shoots
Huang Xikong floated in front, Xia Zhihuai walked behind carrying a hoe and a bamboo basket, and Wanwan walked in the middle carrying a small bamboo basket.

After they walked out of the village, Xia Zhihuai asked, "That female ghost... what's going on?"

Huang Xikong shook his head: "I don't know, I originally wanted to try my luck to see if there were any ghosts in the village, but when I couldn't find any ghosts, I went to the bamboo forest, and happened to see her floating in the woods in a daze, spinning around in place. So I brought her back."

"But it looks like a tragic death."

When Huang Xikong recalled the face of the female ghost for the first time, even he, a thousand-year-old ghost, couldn't help being startled.

What a hatred, what a resentment, to slash a young girl's face like that.

Xia Zhihuai has been in contact with ghosts a lot during this period, and he is somewhat tentative: "Generally speaking, this kind of ghost that wanders in place unconsciously should subconsciously stay near the place where he was killed."

"After digging the bamboo shoots, I went back and asked the neighbor's grandmother if there had been any murders in the village in the past two years."

Huang Xikong didn't care, so he just picked up a ghost to work in his place.

As for the twists and turns in the murder of the female ghost, he wasn't very interested.

There are too many unfortunate people in this world, and he himself is a tragedy, so he doesn't want to spare extra sympathy to care for a female ghost who has been cold for a long time.

Being able to give her a yin-gathering talisman is already his greatest kindness.

……

The bamboo forest is on the west side of the village, with a very, very large area, exceeding a thousand acres.

Taoyuan is on the east side of the village, stretching over several low hills.

The beauty of March in the world is coming to an end, and a small peach blossom village splits the world into two halves, one pink and one green.

When Wan Wan followed Xia Zhihuai along the path to the edge of the bamboo forest, she couldn't help but let out a "wow".

Carrying a half-height small pannier on her back, she threw off her two short legs and rushed across Huang Xikong to the bamboo forest.

Huang Xikong stared at the back of Wanwan's head, and the corners of his mouth slightly turned up: "Look, it's just a matter of coaxing."

Wanwan has a good temper, if she can't coax her well, it means Xia Zhihuai is incapable.

Xia Zhihuai looked sideways slightly, pretending not to understand his sarcasm: "You know children quite well."

Huang Xikong picked a bamboo leaf, twisted it lightly, and said with nostalgia, "I used to have a daughter when I was alive."

"You have a daughter?"

Huang Xikong suddenly remembered the little girl he met when he entered his ghost realm, she was already a ghost at such a young age.

"The one in the ghost?"

Huang Xikong shook his head: "That's not it. The little girl in the ghost is the girl who was buried with the emperor's order. Her father and mother are both slaves, so when choosing boys and girls to be buried, she couldn't escape."

"Then your daughter?"

"Died early." Huang Xikong said in a calm voice, looking at Wanwan's cheerful running back, "My wife and I married early, and we had our first daughter at the age of 19, but she was born less than a month old. He died of illness two months after his first birthday."

Xia Zhihuai just listened quietly, not intending to comfort him.

Huang Xikong is much more sensible than him, and now that he can talk about the past with him so calmly, he must have let go of the death of his eldest daughter.

"What's her name?" Xia Zhihuai asked while walking with a hoe on his shoulder.

Huang Xikong lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, then said with a smile: "Before she was one year old, she had a baby name called Ruan Ruan, which was given by her mother."

"Your girl must be pretty."

Xia Zhihuai just teased lightly, and stepped up to chase in the direction Wanwan was running.

Huang Xikong stopped in place for a moment, looked up at Xia Zhihuai who ran to the front, and suddenly couldn't help laughing.

I usually look old and unreliable, but I didn't expect it to be quite comforting.

However, it's also a compliment to his appearance from the side.

Huang Xikong tidied up his sleeves, his mood was inexplicably not as low as before, and he walked slowly behind the two of them.

…The end of March and the beginning of April is a good time to dig spring bamboo shoots.

Xia Zhihuai chased Wanwan for a while, and saw villagers throwing bamboo shoots in twos and threes in the bamboo forest in the distance.

The ground of the bamboo forest is covered with dead leaves that fell off before, and the spring bamboo shoots are like small towers, with half of their pointed heads poking out from under the wet soil and dead branches and leaves.

Wanwan stopped, pointed to the tip of the bamboo shoot on the ground, and asked excitedly, "Brother, brother, is this a bamboo shoot?"

"Ah."

"But this one cannot be dug."

Wan Wan looked at the tall bamboo shoots and asked in confusion, "Why?"

"Digging spring bamboo shoots requires a lot of attention. Let me tell you slowly, and you will understand later."

Wanwan followed him and continued to walk forward, watching him lower his head and pick the dead leaves a few times, not understanding what he was doing at all.

Xia Zhihuai put the bamboo basket on the ground, and raised his hand to shake her: "Get out of the way, I'm wielding a hoe."

Wanwan stepped back immediately, staring at the ground with wide eyes, but still did not find the tip of the bamboo shoot: "Brother, there are no bamboo shoots here."

"Yes." Xia Zhihuai said firmly.

Wanwan insisted, "No, there are no bamboo shoots here."

"Yes, under the crack."

Xia Zhihuai squatted on the ground, and pushed all the leaves away with his hands, letting Wanwan see for herself.

"Look, there are two cracks here."

Wanwan still didn't understand: "What's wrong with the crack?"

"Look in the forest, those bamboo shoots that have grown out of the ground are already old, and no one else has dug them."

Wanwan got up and looked around. The nearby bamboo shoots did not dig the bamboo shoots whose tips were sticking out of the ground.

"Generally after the spring rains, bamboo shoots will grow quickly, and the taste of these shoots that grow out of the ground will become worse, so the villagers keep them and let them grow into bamboo in the future."

Xia Zhihuai pointed to the cracks in the ground again: "The kind I dug, the bamboo shoots are still hidden in the ground, and this crack is made by the bamboo shoots."

"Only this kind of bamboo shoots are fresh after eating, understand?"

Wan Wan half understood, but she was a smart baby, obediently took a few steps back and watched Xia Zhihuai raise his hoe.

I saw him swinging the hoe with a little effort, but within 2 minutes he dug up the soil near the crack.

Wanwan kept watching his hoe, and when she saw the tender yellow shoots, she immediately pointed to the ground and exclaimed, "It really is!"

Xia Zhihuai squatted down and pawed at the dirt with his hands, and Wan Wan approached excitedly, and began to use her small paws to pick up the dirt.

Huang Xikong floated aside, eager to try: "I've never dug bamboo shoots before, but I was lucky enough to taste spring bamboo shoots from the Jiangnan area during my southern tour to examine the backlog of cases. There is a dish called pickled duxian, which is particularly delicious. "

Xia Zhihuai chopped off the bamboo shoots with the blade on the back of the hoe a few times, and then said: "We can also cook this dish here, but I don't know how to do it, but I saw my mother cook it when I was young, and it tastes really good, so Sometimes when I come back from the holidays, I come to the bamboo forest to dig bamboo shoots, and when I take them back, I let my mother or grandma do it."

Xia Zhihuai pulled out the spring bamboo shoots with severed roots, brushed off the soil on the bamboo shoots, lowered his head and smiled at Wanwan with bright eyes: "I will put this bamboo shoot in your bamboo basket, follow me for a while, I will teach you How do you dig spring bamboo shoots?"

Wanwan looked at Chunsun, which was about as high as her leg, and turned her back to Xia Zhihuai: "Brother, quickly put it in."

A spring bamboo shoot weighs several catties, Xia Zhihuai put the spring bamboo shoots in her basket, worried that she would not be able to carry them.

"If you're tired, tell me." Xia Zhihuai patted her head.

Wanwan clenched her fists excitedly, her eyes were full of excitement, and she still had a small hoe that was just put in the basket in her hand: "I'm not tired, let's dig bamboo shoots."

"Brother, I want to eat pickled Duxian tonight."

Hearing the names of the dishes reported by the two of them, Wanwan was already a little greedy.

PS: I'm a bit stuck today, the update is late, the next chapter is expected to be in the early morning, everyone should go to bed early.

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