People are in Yaowu, starting from the mountain god panel

Chapter 12
When Ye Changan woke up, he found that the "chat group" of three people was extremely lively.

Since taking control of the beast, not only has he established a spiritual link with Lao Lang and Shan Tong, but the three of them can also communicate with each other, similar to the "chat group" in his previous life.

"Quack, quack (boss, there's something good)!"

"Hoo (what good thing)?"

"Gua (don't know)."

"Ho, ho (you're fucking playing tricks on me)? Angry expression."

"Quack, quack (I really don't know what it's called)"

The old wolf and the mountain boy had a lively chat, and Ye Changan finally figured out the whole story.

Mountain boys are born close to nature. If they see something rich in the spirit of the earth, they can recognize its value even though they don't know its name because their spiritual intelligence is not yet fully developed.

"A baby that makes even mountain boys excited, how awesome this must be."

Ye Changan jumped out of bed. He couldn't wait to know what kind of treasure it was.

He randomly found a coat and put it on, then opened the door and walked out. Before leaving, he didn't forget to tell his sister Ye Rou'er: "Rou'er, remember to lock the door."

Seeing that her brother was too thinly dressed, Ye Rouer quickly put a cotton-padded jacket on Ye Changan.

"Brother, be careful of the cold."

In this era, ordinary people are not allowed to get sick at all, and a random cold may kill them.

Ye Changan felt warm and warned again: "If anything happens, hide in the cellar."

"Ok".

Braving the wind and snow, Ye Changan walked towards Hutou Ridge.

As soon as we walked into the Hutouling Mountains, we saw a lame old wolf not far away, lying in the snow digging holes in its free time.

The two had telepathy, so the old wolf was one step ahead and waiting on his only way.

Originally there was no need for it to come, but I couldn't help it and was curious about what kind of treasure it was.

Although he has not yet become the Wolf King, he does not need to sit in Erdaogou all day, so he rushed over to meet Ye Changan.

Ye Changan took the old wolf who came to join in the fun, one person and one wolf, towards the mountain boy.

The mountains and forests are getting denser, making it difficult to tell where you are in them.

But with Shantong as a "compass", all he needs to do is keep approaching in one direction.

Hutouling Mountain is so dangerous that most hunters are reluctant to come. This is Ye Changan's second time coming to this mountain.

As the saying goes, "Looking up the mountain and running to death," one man and one wolf circled two hills, and then he saw the mountain boy who looked like a child in the distance.

"Quack, quack (boss, this is it)."

The mountain boy danced and pointed at a plant beside him.

Ye Changan came closer and took a closer look. The thick, green, oval-shaped leaves stood proudly in the wind and snow, with a few spots on the branches.

Unfortunately, he was not a botany expert, so he couldn't tell what species it was just by looking at the plants on the ground.

Fortunately, Ye Changan never relies on identification to distinguish good from bad, but the numerical value on its head, and the numerical value of this plant is "10"!
"That's good stuff."

Ye Changan's eyes lit up. This unknown plant was actually more precious than Polygonum multiflorum and ginseng.

Just when he was about to dig out this treasure.

The old wolf suddenly blocked his action of pulling out the dagger with his front paws.

Ye Changan looked at Old Wolf in confusion.

"Roar (I seem to know what this is, a wolf once told me)."

"Oh, let's hear it."

After accepting the memory of the old wolf, Ye Changan realized that the world of animals was far more exciting than he imagined.

They also have a unique way of communicating with each other. Although it is not as simple and convenient as human language, it can still convey information.The brain capacity of beasts is not as large as that of humans, so they can remember fewer things.

Something that Lao Lang could write down must be unusual.

"Hoo (this is Poria cocos)."

"Poria?"

He was shocked when he heard Lao Lang's answer, because Poria cocos was just an extremely ordinary Chinese medicine, and its value was far less than precious medicinal materials such as ginseng.

But the numerical value floating on this Poria cocos is not deceiving, it must be a good thing.

Old Wolf: "Howl (this is a Poria cocos plant that is nearly sixty years old, and it is not the time to pick it yet)."

Ye Changan suddenly realized that the older the herbs are, the more valuable they are, but most of them have been poached by herb collectors before they mature.

There are very few medicinal herbs that have lived for 60 years like this Poria cocos plant at my feet.

Poria cocos in its sixties is known as one of the nine great Chinese jelly grasses, and is also known as the "king of dampness removal". Its value is comparable to that of Polygonum multiflorum, which is a hundred years old.

According to Lao Lang, this Poria cocos plant will be full in a few months, and if you dig it away now, its medicinal effect will be greatly reduced.

After weighing the matter, Ye Changan decided to let the mountain boy take care of it and pick it when it is truly mature.

He now has the ability to protect himself, and he does not lack these "10" points of the spirit of thick soil, so he will not do anything like killing the goose to retrieve the eggs.

After getting another treasure, Ye Changan felt relieved and his life was getting more and more promising.

He is already close to the threshold of the eighth level. When this Poria cocos plant reaches the age of sixty, he will be able to break through the level with the help of its medicinal effects.

Once you reach the eighth level, you no longer need to be so cautious.

If the ninth grade can only serve as a teacher or a guest in those big families, then the eighth grade is the true heritage that even these families flock to, and they are all supreme elders.

Ye Changan left the mountain boy behind to wait for the Poria cocos to mature, while he led the old wolf around the mountains.

I was lucky enough to hunt three hares. Unfortunately, the mushrooms had been frozen to death by the snow and would have to wait until next year to grow again.

Seeing that it was getting late, Ye Changan and Lao Lang separated at the foot of the mountain and went back to their respective homes.

"Chang'an is promising."

"Good luck."

"This is not just luck. He is really capable. He is such a strong young man."

"Dad, why are you pushing me?"

"What a silly girl."

Ye Changan walked through the town carrying a few hares he had shot casually, greeting the neighbors enthusiastically.

Walking around the market in such a ostentatious way is also to pave the way for the future. After all, the smell of meat is wafting from his house every night, and sooner or later the neighbors living around will find him.

It would be better to show some strength, which would be more logical.

Besides, the villagers need some strength to intimidate you, otherwise they will just treat you as easy to bully, which will end up being self-defeating and causing constant trouble.

Many women pushed their daughters towards Ye Changan, and a few brave ones had already taken the initiative to talk to him.

Rural women are thin-skinned, but it is nothing compared to having a full meal.

If a family has a son-in-law with excellent hunting skills like Ye Chang'an, at least they won't have to worry about food and drink. In this world, he is the best son-in-law. Who doesn't like him?

Moreover, Ye Changan is now nourished by the spirit of thick soil and is no longer the skinny monkey he was before.

He can be regarded as a handsome young man from all over the country.

At this moment, a harsh voice broke the laughter here.

"Hey, isn't this Chang'an? There are so many wild animals. There are rules in the town. You can share one when you meet. Do you have any objection?"

(End of this chapter)