The arrival of spring means that many seeds that were originally hidden in the soil should germinate.

This is true of weeds, this is true of trees, and even of cinnabar roots.

Therefore, when walking through some places where cinnabar roots have been dug before, it is natural to suddenly find a few small cinnabar roots with only two or three leaves on the already bare ground.

The cinnabar root is small, only as tall as a toothpick, and the leaves are only the size of a peanut.

It is absolutely impossible to dig up such cinnabar roots back home, so Liu Qingshan can only continue to look for cinnabar roots elsewhere.

Cinnabar roots are not as hard to find as honey, and if you pay a little attention in the mountains, you can always find cinnabar roots of different sizes in various corners that are protected from light.

Therefore, on the first day of entering the mountain this year, Liu Qingshan couldn't harvest it, and dug up twenty or thirty large cinnabar roots.

Small, of course, no.

When he returned home, he inevitably had to show off to his parents, lest the old couple think that he didn't go to work to make a living at home.

"Do you see it?" Liu Qingshan picked out the cinnabar roots one by one from the snakeskin bag and showed them to his parents, "As long as you are willing to work hard, even in the mountains, you can make money." ”

The two of them looked at these cinnabar roots, but it was difficult to associate these commonplace plants in the mountains with money.

"Qingshan, how much can you sell these cinnabar roots?" Wu Cuimei asked.

Liu Qingshan smiled: "It's not much, it's just a thousand yuan." ”

This is, of course, a nonsense to coax parents.

The cinnabar roots he dug up today can be sold for at least 5,000 yuan.

Because more than a dozen cinnabar roots are larger and red-backed, even if they can't be sold for a thousand yuan a tree like the previous red-backed cinnabar roots, it will definitely not be a problem to sell a few hundred.

Therefore, these cinnabar roots, large and small, will definitely be sold for 5,000 yuan.

Provided, of course, that someone buys.

However, it depends on fate in the future.

The most important thing now is to plant these cinnabar roots first.

Liu Qingshan's mentality is quite peaceful, and he is not too eager for quick success.

Therefore, in the following days, I have been digging cinnabar roots.

It wasn't until about the twentieth day of the first lunar month that things changed when Liu Qingshan went into the mountains again to look for cinnabar roots.

Because he had been digging cinnabar roots for many days, he had to dig in a different place, so Liu Qingshan walked towards the mountains in the southwest direction.

He used to go straight to the west. Because the further west you go, the deeper the forest, the bigger the forest, and the more good things you have.

However, he has been digging cinnabar roots in the mountains to the west, and the adult stock of these cinnabar roots is limited, so today, Liu Qingshan changed his route and walked southwest.

To the southwest, there are rolling mountains, but these are not deep, and after crossing a few high mountains, you can reach other villages.

Unlike the mountains in the west, you can't go out at all if you go all the way to the west.

When you reach the mountains to the southwest, there are many bamboo forests here.

However, they are all wild bamboo forests, with bitter bamboo and square bamboo being the majority.

There are relatively few similar 'water bamboos' and 'moso bamboos'.

In fact, as I said earlier, the most important thing in Xishan Village is bamboo.

Naturally, there is no shortage of many other plants, after all, such a large mountain forest, so many plants, even if some plants are listed as endangered in other areas, but in this huge mountain forest, it is still a commonplace common thing for people.

Bamboo is something that couldn't be more ordinary.

There are many varieties of bamboo in the mountains alone.

You can dig bamboo shoots, you can't dig bamboo shoots, there are more than a dozen varieties.

Among them, those that can dig bamboo shoots should be divided into those that can be eaten and those that cannot be eaten.

In fact, the so-called inedible bamboo shoots are not really inedible. However, there are too many bamboo shoots seen in the mountains, and they can't look down on some bamboo shoots that are slightly inferior in taste.

For example, in the last month, there are two kinds of wild bamboo shoots that sprout first in spring, both of which are about the same size, but one bamboo shoot tastes slightly bitter, and the other tastes slightly indescribable.

The taste is indescribable, astringent is not like astringent, bitter is not like bitter bamboo shoots, and it is a bamboo shoot that cannot be eaten in the eyes of mountain people. Because the taste is so bad.

In the case of bitter bamboo shoots, although they are very bitter and bitter when fried, the taste is acceptable after being blanched and soaked in water.

Bitterness itself is also a delicacy. For most people, that's right.

Bitter things are generally representative of cold, and they can be heated and moistened, which can be regarded as good products.

And around this village, it extends to the deep mountains, and the most common kind of bamboo is bitter bamboo.

The bitter bamboo is round. Although it is about the same size as the square bamboo, it is not as boxy as the square bamboo, but rather rounded.

When I arrived at the southwest mountain range, I didn't dig much cinnabar roots, but I encountered several bitter bamboo forests one after another.

Liu Qingshan was a little puzzled, why hadn't these bamboo forests been cut down?

According to the efforts of the mountain people, there are not many native forests near this village.

However, bamboo can produce bamboo shoots, and the mountain people are naturally reluctant to cut them.

When I see these bitter bamboo forests, I can't help but think of bitter bamboo shoots.

Come to think of it, it's been almost a month since spring came, and I don't know if those sweet and bitter bitter bamboo shoots have grown.

With the attitude of giving it a try, Liu Qingshan put down the burden on his shoulders and walked into the bamboo forest.

The bamboo leaves are tender and green and concise, at first glance they are still a little sparse and delicate, the wind blows over, and the sound of the rustle rises and falls....

But walking into the depths of the green forest, it is dense bamboo shade and green leaves, carefully blending moist and cool with a little warm sun.

The dew on the bamboo leaves is flawless and pure, some petite and exquisite, how lovely it looks, but it can fall freely and freely;

Some are rolling on the leaves, as if there is a colorful light lingering, looming.

The bamboo trunk is stronger and more upright than the other, and the dew drops also like to slide down the bamboo joints, and love to be embellished on the tips of the bamboo leaves, which are illuminated by the sun, like a hanging diamond.

In the middle of the bamboo forest, there is also a stream that divides the forest in two. The stream murmured, and gently jumped through the forest and ran into the distance.

This is the most common bamboo forest in the mountains.

Some bamboo forests rely on water, and some bamboo forests do not rely on water, but whether they rely on water or not, the forest is always exceptionally cool and moisturized.

As a result, the thick deciduous humus on the ground is also moist.

Liu Qingshan looked at the rotten leaves on the ground that were about to turn into black mud, and he was somewhat lost.

After all, there is no shadow of bamboo shoots on these leaves.

If you want to say that bamboo forest is not interesting to a person like him, only bamboo shoots can attract his attention.

He came to this bamboo forest to find bamboo shoots.

Now that I didn't see the bamboo shoots, I was somewhat disappointed, so I planned to turn around and go back.