Picking wild fungus is a delicate job, because it grows on a stump and can be crushed with a little effort.

Moreover, wild fungus is not as fat as farmed fungus, and the leaves are relatively fragile, as long as the force is not suitable, the quality will be destroyed, and it is extremely difficult to pick.

Although the whistling ground is smart, the dog's paws can't pick the fungus, so it can't help much.

Fortunately, Nie Tianming has the temperament, after all, in his eyes, every fungus is money, and he can't get along with money.

It took two full hours for Nie Tianming to finish picking all the fungus from nearly two acres of land.

After packing the fungus with the urea bag he brought, and reassuring the bag, Nie Tianming immediately transformed the dark iron ring on his finger into the form of a long sword.

It's a pity that Nie Tianming hasn't learned swordsmanship, and he can't use the Xuantie Sword to emit sword energy, so he can only obediently use the dog planing in swordsmanship - cutting melons and vegetables, and cutting all the stumps and wooden segments on the ground into pieces.

Looking at the mess on the ground, Nie Tianming was in a good mood.

No, this lesson is nothing at all, and it does not have any deterrent effect.

In case he continues to destroy mountains and cut down trees, he can't keep an eye on it all the time.

After thinking about it for a while, Nie Tianming piled up the broken wood chips on the ground into the shape of a skeleton.

A big skeleton on nearly two acres of land, anyone who sees it will be frightened.

This is just a prank by Nie Tianming, hoping to make the person who cut down the tree have a longer memory.

After cleaning up the scene of the crime, Nie Tianming rested for a while, calmed down and checked the map passed down by Nie Yong's ancestors, hoping to get some useful clues from it.

In the vast sea of memories, Nie Tianming abandoned some areas that were likely to change over time, and finally, he targeted a cliff.

According to the memory inheritance of Nie Yong's ancestor, when he was young, he saw a Ganoderma lucidum tree on that cliff.

Although it is not clear which year and generation Nie Yong's ancestor was born in the Qing Dynasty, he must not worry.

Even at the end of the Qing Dynasty, it was a hundred years old.

In other words, as long as the Ganoderma lucidum is still there, it will have at least a hundred years of growth cycle, or even two or three hundred years of life.

The more Nie Tianming thought about it, the more excited he became, he already had a hundred-year-old mountain ginseng, and if he got another hundred-year-old Ganoderma lucidum, the value would be immeasurable.

Walking on the road, Nie Tianming was in a nervous mood.

Although the mountains are inaccessible, it does not mean that no one has ever been to that cliff.

The people who are hunters in the village are not the only Nie family, they are also good hunters, so they may not be able to find the Ganoderma lucidum.

Besides, it's been hundreds of years, and maybe it's been eaten by passing birds.

Oops, you can't scare yourself, you don't waste time when you come to see it, anyway, that cliff is also a place to pass through the deep mountains.

In the woods, there are a few hawthorn trees scattered around, which are all grown from the hawthorn kernel that the hunters who enter the mountains after eating the hawthorn.

The soil in the mountains is fertile, and there is no rain throughout the year, so it is very easy to survive.

Now after autumn, the high branches are full of red fruit hawthorns, and the branches are pressed very low, and Nie Tianming can pick them up with his hand.

Because of the long period of being blocked from sunlight by tall trees, the hawthorns that grow here are not very large, and each one is only the size of a coin.

But the core is small and the meat is tender, and when he bites it, it is so sour that Nie Tianming grinned and drooled all over the ground.

After chewing and eating into the stomach, it will feel sweet, and there is a faint fragrance in the mouth, and the aftertaste is endless.

That's the taste!

In the past, when he was a child, every time his father Nie Changsheng entered the mountains in autumn, he would bring back a handful to Xiao Tianming, and every time he couldn't eat enough.

Taking out a plastic bag from the Qiankun bag, Nie Tianming climbed up the hawthorn tree and put all the hawthorns into it, weighing thirty or forty pounds, which can be regarded as fulfilling the dream of eating hawthorn until he vomited when he was a child.

Nie Tianming was busy here, and he couldn't be idle for a moment, leaving Nie Tianming's sight for less than five minutes, and when he came back, he brought back a hare that was still breathing.

This is already the second hare of the day, and it seems that the efficiency of the roaring land has already caught up with its own meaning.

In order to reward the roaring land, Nie Tianming was not willing to use the Xuantie sword, but pulled out the machete from the Qiankun bag and skinned the hare directly on the spot.

The machete flew up and down, and in the blink of an eye, a fat hare was chopped into more than a dozen pieces of minced meat.

"You are so clever, but you can't be willful in the woods, once you meet a bear and a blind tiger, you will become a dish for them. ”

Touching the head of the roaring ground, Nie Tianming said seriously, at this moment, he did not treat the roaring ground as just a domestic dog.

Perhaps because he understood Nie Tianming's words, he lowered his head and rubbed on Nie Tianming's legs, looked up at him, and waited for Nie Tianming to give an order.

"You deserve it, eat it. ”

The little master had already given the order, and he quickly lowered his head with a roar, and devoured the whole hare completely, leaving only a piece of broken bones.

Nie Tianming waited beside him, eating hawthorn by himself until his teeth were sore, and he felt like he was biting on cotton when he gritted his teeth.

After the man and the dog had eaten about the same, they began to hit the road, and there was still a long way to go from the cliff where the Ganoderma lucidum grows.

That is, from this moment on, if you go deeper into the mountains, there is almost no road, all shrubs, grasses and jagged rocks.

It was a bit difficult to open the way with the machete, and as a last resort, Nie Tianming transformed the Xuantie ring into the form of a long sword, cutting through thorns and thorns along the way.

The body was covered with blue ears and ghost needles, and the original black body became green, like a hedgehog.

"Don't run around, the terrain here is too complicated, in case you fall, I can't guarantee that I will be able to carry you back to the village. ”

Seeing that he was swaying everywhere, Nie Tianming had to call him to his side and follow behind him.

If something slips under its feet and something really happens, and I can't give it up and can't do anything to save it, then it's really fucked up.

Hearing Nie Tianming's stern reprimand, he drooped his head and followed obediently with his tail between his legs, and the lively energy just now disappeared in an instant.

At this point, you can already see the cliff, but there is still some distance to get there.

As the saying goes, Wangshan runs a dead horse, and this is the case, looking at it right in front of you, but in fact, the distance is dozens of kilometers.

Fortunately, Nie Tianming's body had been tempered and strengthened, otherwise such a high-intensity trek would definitely give up halfway.

Nie Tianming admired his father more and more, with the body of a mortal, he could shuttle back and forth in the mountains and forests, decompose one wild boar after another, and carry it home, which must have too many hardships.

Finally, when the sun was just setting west, Nie Tianming came to the bottom of the cliff in Nie Yong's ancestor's memory.

The elevation of the Taizu Mountains and the surrounding remnants is not an exaggerated height of four or five thousand meters, and it can rise from the flat ground, with a height difference of hundreds of meters, and it also looks so majestic and majestic.

Looking at the cliffs that were as flat as a knife and axe, although they were only a few hundred meters high, Nie Tianming's heart was still trembling, and his calves and stomach began to cramp unconsciously.

After looking at the topographic map inherited by the ancestors again, Nie Tianming finally determined that the Lingzhi tree was on top of a hundred-meter-high cliff.

At such a high distance, if it falls, I am afraid that it will not be able to be buckled on the ground.

"Howter, if something happens to me, go back the way you came, and go to the village and call someone to come and put me together. ”

This time, Nie Tianming was out of the way, and he was reluctant to let the child trap the wolf.

For the hundred-year-old Ganoderma lucidum, fight!