Liu Yuanhe, who was injured in the paw, was watching TV in the hall when he saw his son come back with a pot of three forks from the rotten streets in the mountains, and he actually bothered to plant them in a flower pot. Moreover, it was still placed in the patio directly opposite the entrance of the hall, and I was suddenly angry.

You say that this rabbit cub, what are you doing when you get these weeds back? And he doesn't say anything about taboos, and directly blocks the door of the hall, isn't this disrespectful to his ancestors?

Originally, the sole of his foot was injured and he couldn't go out to wave, and his mood was bad enough, plus the mobile phone was confiscated, Liu Yuanhe's heart was like a balloon full of air, and there was a danger of exploding at any time.

He didn't dare to do anything to his wife, so he could only use his son to be angry.

It just so happens that this stinky boy has made such a 'mistake' now, so he naturally has to hold on to his mistakes and vent his anger.

"What are you doing? Who told you to put this thing here?" Liu Yuanhe grimaced, glared at his son, and shouted, "Do you have nothing to do? Or are you too full? What are you doing with these dogs?"

The dog is forced into the belly of the thief, in the local dialect, that is, the genitals of the female dog, and the belly of the thief, which are all useless waste.

Liu Qingshan heard his father's scolding for no reason, and rolled his eyes: "I want you to take care of it, I can do whatever I want with my own strength, and it didn't take your strength." ”

Liu Yuanhe was so angry that his muscles were violent, and his voice couldn't help but be a little louder: "It's my business, this is my house, I said you can't put this broken thing here, you can't put it." ”

"If you have it, you won't let it go. For the sake of his father's foot injury, Liu Qingshan was too lazy to quarrel with him, so he picked up the cinnabar root and walked out.

Seeing this, Wu Cuimei immediately stopped her son, hugged the cinnabar root, and directly put the cinnabar root on the edge of the corridor out of the hall, and then crossed her waist, glared at Liu Yuanhe and scolded: "Your house? According to what you say, my son and I are not qualified to live in your broken house, right? You said that you, it doesn't matter if you have no interest in your life, now your son is more promising than you, you are not satisfied, and you are still here as an uncle, do you really think that no one can cure you?"

As soon as his wife spoke, Liu Yuanhe was suddenly stunned, and his voice was quieter: "I, what I mean, there are still ancestors enshrined in this hall, and it is not appropriate for you to block the wild goods in this mountain at the door of the hall." ”

Looking at his father's cowardice, Liu Qingshan couldn't help but smile and said: "This is not a white and miserable thing, if you say that if it is white, you can still say that it is unlucky, this is red, maybe my grandfather will like it." ”

But no, the old man had a lot of dealings with cinnabar roots during his lifetime.

Now that a hundred years have returned to heaven, give him a pot of cinnabar roots, maybe his old man will like it.

Liu Yuanhe wanted to say something more, but under his wife's angry eyes, he chose to shut up.

In the past few days, I have sat at home every day to open my mouth, my clothes to stretch my hands, and I have eaten soft rice for several days, but I really don't have the confidence to shout with my wife.

Alas, forget it, a manly man, endure the calm for a while, take a step back and open the sky.

When Lao Tzu's feet are better, then straighten up his waist and be a man, these days, let's continue to eat soft rice.

After all, when you are old and your feet are injured, you can only eat soft rice.

After lunch, Liu Qingshan found many plastic bags and several sacks.

Wu Cuimei was puzzled: "Qingshan, what do you want so many plastic bags for?"

"Hehe, Mom, you don't understand, these plastic bags are used to wrap the soil balls and leaves and fruits of cinnabar roots, because I may have to dig a lot this afternoon, so I have to put them in sacks, but I am worried that they will be crushed by squeezing them all into the sacks, so I have to protect them with plastic bags. ”

"Oh, that Qingshan, you go early, come back early, don't be too late, do you know?"

"Got it. Liu Qingshan smiled, picked up the hoe, took the tools and went into the mountain.

Returning to the place where the cinnabar root had just been discovered, Liu Qingshan stood up straight and looked around.

Above the mountain road is someone else's tea grove, the tea grove needs to be weeded every year, and there should be no cinnabar roots.

The outer side of the trail is steep enough to be cultivated for crops, so the steep slopes on the outer side are covered with native old shrubs.

Since you can find a cinnabar root with a small plant on the side of the road, there must be a lot of cinnabar root in the ancient shrub below.

In general, cinnabar roots prefer to grow in open forests or shady bushes under dense forests at altitudes of 90-2400 meters.

They have their own unique preferences for the sun's light and the humidity of the air, and unlike most plants, they don't like the sun very much, at least not the bright sun staring at their bewitching body all day long.

Once they are fully exposed to the sun, they will have thin leaves, fallen fruits, and thin branches, which is not conducive to their growth. If it is in the summer, the weather is dry and the sun is scorching, and they are likely to die because there is no shelter.

They are not pretentious, mainly because their bodies have a high need for water, so they cannot be evaporated by direct sunlight. Whether it's their branches, leaves or fruits, they need a lot of water. Therefore, cinnabar root has a property, it is cool to the touch.

Therefore, they prefer a warm, moist environment to sun exposure, and it is best to have a shade to shield them from the sun. However, this little creature is picky and too humid, which is not conducive to the growth of their delicate leaves and fruits, so they must grow in a well-ventilated environment.

In short, this is a grinding little goblin.

They don't like full sunlight or wet conditions, so cinnabar roots are rarely found in bare mountains or riversides.

They are not overly strict with the soil, as long as the soil is loose, moist, well-drained and rich in humus.

After some thought, Liu Qingshan decided to abandon the mountains above the mountain road and go directly into the primeval bushes below the mountain road to look for it.

Don't look at the area of this primeval shrub is not very large, but because of the relatively steep terrain, the shrubs such as the elder trees on it are almost taller than people.

After a slow descent of two or three meters from the trail, you have to bend down into the bush.

In addition to the wood, there are some other shrubs or small trees in the forest, such as the common wild plants in the mountains, such as goosefoot wood, salt skin wood, red nan, ox ear maple, garcinia cambogia and other wild plants.

In addition to these, there are all kinds of vines on the ground that are intricately climbing, and all kinds of dwarf weeds grow faintly under the shrubs and small trees, looking at the scorching sun in the sky, struggling to survive.

Liu Qingshan had an intuition that he would definitely have a big harvest this afternoon.

Because this environment is too suitable for cinnabar root growth.

There are shrubs and small trees that shelter from the scorching sun, nutrient-rich and well-drained soil, and a sufficiently ventilated environment, and such a place does not grow cinnabar roots, which is simply a shame to the mountain god.

He carried the tools with him, and the cat walked down with his waist bent. After about a dozen meters away from the mountain road, the terrain becomes gentler and there is no steeper top.

Moreover, the shrubs here were taller, and he could finally straighten up.

After looking around, he didn't find anything abnormal, so he continued to walk down.

As I walked, my eyes became round and my breathing became short.