Before he could count how many fruits had grown on the roots of this equally small cinnabar tree, his grandfather caught up: "Oh, my little ancestor, what are you doing so fast? What should I do if I fall?"

Grandpa panted and leaned against the big rock next to him and asked, "What do you count?"

"Grandpa, you said before that if you come across a pearl-covered umbrella, you must count how many fruits there are, and if the number of its fruits is exactly ninety-nine, you can make a wish, and the wish will definitely come true. ”

Grandpa's face stiffened, and he was secretly glad that this cinnabar root was very small, otherwise his nonsense about coaxing children would have been exposed.

Grandpa smiled and said, "Silly boy, do you still need to count this? At a glance, you can see that it has more than 20 fruits at most." Don't count, let's go. ”

Liu Qingshan looked at the cinnabar roots on the ground and was slightly disappointed.

This cinnabar root is too small, the height is not half a meter, there are not many leaves, and there are not many fruits, it seems that his wish to have another sister cannot be realized.

"Aoyama, let's go. Grandpa urged again.

Liu Qingshan looked up at his grandfather in a daze and asked, "Grandpa, don't we dig it home?"

"What are you digging it for?"

"Doesn't it mean that this is the rarest cinnabar root, and if we dig it home, it will be ours. ”

"Silly boy, this cinnabar root is green leaves, according to the medicinal effect, it is not as strong as red leaves, it is useless for us to dig it. ”

"Then can I dig it up and plant it at home?" asked Liu Qingshan unwillingly.

Grandpa walked back, squatted beside his grandson, looked at the cinnabar root together, and smiled softly: "Qingshan, look at it, it looks so thin and small, it can't withstand our tossing, even if you can dig it home, you may not be able to grow it alive." If it dies, do you have to be sad?"

Liu Qingshan stared at the cinnabar root, thoughtful.

"Also, let's go all the way, this is the first pearl-covered umbrella we have seen, if you like it, you can wait for it to grow up, and then dig it back." If you dig it up now, you may never see a pearl-covered umbrella in the mountains again. ”

"Grandpa, do you mean to wait until it has grown a lot of pearl-covered umbrellas before digging it back?"

"That's right, in this way, even if you can't grow it, it won't make the pearl-covered umbrella extinct in the mountains and forests of our village, don't you say?"

Liu Qingshan nodded: "Well, grandpa, then let's wait for it to grow up and have ninety-nine fruits, and then dig it after making a wish." ”

Grandfather:......

As a result, ninety-nine people can make a wish, Liu Qingshan was convinced at the time, but now that he thinks about it, he really feels naïve.

It is estimated that the reason why grandpa deceived him so much at that time was to improve his enthusiasm.

What ninety-nine fruits, what wishes, it's just grandpa's nonsense to coax children.

I still remember my grandfather's story like this:

A long, long time ago, there was a god in the heavens who came down to do things, and unintentionally, he was attracted by the beauty of a princess and fell in love with this princess. The princess also admired him. However, mortals and gods cannot love each other, but in order to be with their beloved, they eloped and hid in the mountains and forests to live an isolated life.

Until one day, the Emperor of Man and the gods of heaven found them, and the gods of heaven sent the god of thunder and wind to release countless lightning and wind in the deep mountains and old forests, and the emperor sent soldiers to surround the mountains and set fire to the mountains from the foot of the mountains.

When the god saw that countless creatures in the mountains were going to perish because of his own selfishness, he couldn't bear it, so he cut the divine veins and bleed, and used his own god's blood to stain the mountains red, so that the flowers, flowers, trees, birds, and beasts in the mountains were spared.

However, he was killed by lightning and thunder because he lost his divine vein. His bones and flesh melted into the mud, and his blood droplets turned into countless red fruits, which hung brightly on the branches. Those cinnabar root fruits that grow on top of the green leaves are drops of blood from the gods. Legend has it that if you find a cinnabar root with ninety-nine fruits, that is, ninety-nine drops of fairy blood, you can make a wish and your dream come true.

At that time, when he was young, listening to such mythical stories, Liu Qingshan was so excited that he didn't sleep well all night, so he thought that he must follow his grandfather to dig cinnabar roots in the mountains in the future, and then find the pearl-covered umbrella that gathers the top fruit.

After finding it, he must make a wish to let his mother give him another sister.

Who knows, pearl-covered umbrellas are so hard to find, and they have lived to be in their twenties, and they have seen such a small one, but there are only about 20 Juding cinnabar roots.

Looking back on the past now, Liu Qingshan finally understands that what myths and wishes are just a trick of grandpa to deceive children.

However, it is precisely because of the experience of digging medicine in the mountains with his grandfather that he can now know so many herbs in the mountains.

At that time, although it was very hard to follow my grandfather into the mountains, almost all other places suffered except for *** that he had not been bitten by insects.

It's all worth it, though.

Looking at the cinnabar root at this moment, Liu Qingshan is no longer stupid enough to want to make a wish or something. Of course, this is not a pearl-covered umbrella that is the result of the summit, it does not match the legend, and you can't make a wish.

If he really encounters a pearl-covered umbrella with a result of ninety-nine, he won't want to make a wish for a sister or something now, if he really wants to make a promise, then come to 10 billion, let's also learn from the dick silk actor in the school, and go to the nightclub to throw money.

Tan Dasha doesn't really want women, so when the time comes, I'll find him ten or eight.

Haha, this kind of thing seems a bit unrealistic.

However, the cinnabar root that gathered the top fruit was not encountered, and when he encountered such an ordinary cinnabar root, Liu Qingshan still had a different idea.

When he saw this ordinary cinnabar root before, he might have scoffed at it, and he didn't bother to look at them at all.

But that's no longer the case.

Now, Liu Qingshan also has a different idea about this ordinary cinnabar root.

I still remember the last time I went to his daughter-in-law's flower shop with the fat uncle, I saw a lot of cinnabar roots in the flower shop.

Those cinnabar roots are not as big as the cinnabar roots in front of them, but the price is fifty or sixty yuan.

The cinnabar root in front of me has dense and verdant leaves, and the oily luster covers every leaf, which makes them look radiant and full of energy. It's much better than the cinnabar root in the flower shop.

Moreover, because the cinnabar roots in this mountain are native to the earth, they are in harmony with the surrounding plants in a natural way of survival of the fittest, so these surviving cinnabar roots are superb.

Not only are their leaves shiny and thick, but their branches are thick and straight, and they are fruitful.

Every bright red fruit on the top is full and round, and the red skin is like a girl's red lips, which is not only beautiful, but also has a smart and natural freshness, which is definitely not comparable to the greenhouse cinnabar roots that are artificially raised in the nursery.

Therefore, Liu Qingshan thought a little boldly that if the kind of cinnabar root in the flower shop could be sold for fifty or sixty yuan a pot, then it should not be a problem to sell a cinnabar root for a hundred yuan like this plant, which is more than one meter tall and has a perfect shape.

The question is how to make them look worth the price.

Liu Qingshan remembered the more than 500 flower pots he bought from the fat uncle before and smiled. It seems that everything has already been predestined in the dark.

Gotta dig you.