Liu Qingshan suddenly felt that the chrysanthemums were cold.

Which guy is thinking about his chrysanthemum again?

He stopped and turned his head to look behind him.

Behind him is a village hidden in the night.

In the hazy light, those angular old houses are like iron warriors, standing tenaciously in the mountain wind.

The weeds that grew on the wall, as if they were their flowing hair, swayed in the faint light, and looked at the faint white of the fish belly on the southeast mountain with surprise.

Only those Buddha beetles lying on the black tiles were unmoved, still lazily drooping their soft bodies, greasy and crooked lying on the tiles.

There are many big trees in the old village.

These large trees grow either on the top of a low mountain or at the bottom of a mountain.

The old houses were built around a low hill in the middle of the village, and many of them fell into disrepair and fell into a stormy day.

However, the old house of the second grandfather's family and the old house of the eldest grandmother's family are still intact.

Especially the old house of the grandmother's family, not only the house is good, but even the tall persimmon tree that grows in the backyard of the house still stands tall at the foot of the mountain.

It had a sleepless night, wondering if it was missing its owner. It stretched its branches with a lot of leaves into the sky, as if it were higher, and it could see the owner who lived in the outer village. There were still a few stars looming in the sky, and the branches of the persimmon tree were almost within reach of them.

After Liu Qingshan forgot to glance at the scene behind him, he turned around and continued to walk towards the mountain.

The mountain road is uneven, with a variety of weeds along the roadside, and wooden or bamboo fences neatly surrounding the vegetable garden.

Some hibiscus branches stick out of the fence, or climb the evergreen Fufang vines.

These are the two favorites of mountain dwellers to stabilize fences or fences.

Planting hibiscus or fufang vines in fences or fences can have a visual isolation effect. In this way, the green and fresh crops in the garden will not be snooped on by the boars, chickens and ducks, and the risk of identity and destruction is reduced.

The dew condenses on the leaves of the Fufang vine, salivating, like a translucent gem, dotted with green leaves.

In the eyes of poets, they are tears, but in the eyes of plants, they are pearls.

When the breeze blows, they either sprinkle on the ground to nourish the plants, or roll around on the leaves, scattering joy like a child, and reveling with the insects chirping in the morning light.

I don't know how long it took, but the sun shone down in small pieces.

The wheel of the sun is like a half circle, and then it erupts out, hanging round and round in the sky.

They developed rapidly in Dongshan, at first they were just like little girls who didn't know the world, but after a while, they grew into big girls with flowers, blinking big hot eyes, looking at the world curiously.

Everything in the mountains and forests is recovering.

Liu Qingshan walked into the woods, and Sunshine also walked in.

The sunlight dresses the trees in elegant floral clothes, scorching and scorching, creating a fairytale atmosphere.

A few small birds jumped on the branches, and a few leaves fell with their cheers, and after a few moments of whirling and fluttering in the air, they quietly melted into the embrace of the earth.

Perhaps they were too intimate with the night breeze, and everything was still like a dream, so they left the branches unconsciously, and could only lie on the ground sadly, looking at their brothers and sisters on the high branches from afar, and lamenting the madness of last night.

Although most of the trees in the mountains are evergreen, this does not affect their leaf loss.

The alternation of the old and the new is the natural norm.

Therefore, when Liu Qingshan digs cinnabar roots, he will only choose the big ones to dig, and the small ones will try to leave people in place to spread the branches and leaves to pass on the ancestors.

According to the crappy map given by his father, Liu Qingshan quickly arrived at the place marked on the map.

He stood at the edge of the woods, and looked in, but there was no road.

Wild woods, isn't that what it looks like, if there is a road, it must have been cleared up.

Liu Qingshan looked at the dense wild forest and smiled.

Suddenly, he stopped smiling.

, there is no road in the wild woods, and my father doesn't dig herbs, what is he doing in the wild woods?

What was he doing in the deserted woods?

In an instant, Liu Qingshan's mind presented a common word 'field warfare'.

Nima, if my mother doesn't go into the mountains, who will he fight with?

Can't figure it out, can't figure it out. The world of a scumbag is something that an excellent young man like him can never understand.

It's a good thing I didn't inherit my dad's scumbag nature.

Liu Qingshan sighed and plunged into the wild forest.

The wild forest is so big that you can't see the edge at a glance.

The terrain is relatively steep and there is a wide variety of plants.

In addition to erect trees, there are large and small shrubs, vines, and weeds.

These plants grow in a haphazard manner, and they all grow arbitrarily. Therefore, when people walk in it, their movements are quite restricted. Sometimes you have to bend your knees to get through a place.

What's more, you have to use a hoe to remove some thorny vines to pass.

Therefore, Liu Qingshan couldn't figure it out, his father wouldn't come to such a far place to chop wood, second, he wouldn't dig herbs, and third, there was no mountain land of his own near here, so what was he doing in this place?

In addition to messing around with the women in the village, Liu Qingshan really couldn't think of any other answers.

Alas, it's really unfortunate for the family, how did the old Liu family have such a romantic man. Fortunately, my Liu Qingshan is decent and handsome, tall and majestic, otherwise, my grandfather would definitely have to jump out of the coffin and slap my father.

However, don't look at this dad who is not very serious, but he is still somewhat useful.

Looking along the map, after a while, Liu Qingshan found the legendary red-backed cinnabar root.

Under the dappled and jumping sunlight, next to a dense bush, a cinnabar root about a meter high is gently dancing its shiny leaves in the breeze that pours into the forest.

The surface of its leaves is dark green, not a normal green like the green cinnabar root, but a dark green with a hint of purple.

However, although the color of the leaves is dark, the thickness of the leaves is as thick as the oil.

The dappled sunlight on the shiny leaves can almost refract the light, and at a glance, the most eye-catching thing is it.

The shrubs and vines beside it have become its foils.

The breeze was a little stronger, the leaves were blown over, and a bright purple sparkle and shimmered in the air, just like the girl's red belly pocket, faintly, half-covered and half-hidden, giving people a hazy beauty of hugging the pipa and half-covering the face.

In addition to the faint red back of the leaves, a large handful of scarlet fruits under the leaves make people unable to take their eyes off.

The dense plump fruit looks like a cinnabar mole in the heart of a lover, thrillingly red and beautiful.

There is only one tall and stout main pole, which stands tall above the earth, supporting a tree of red fruits and a cluster of red leaves with a rigid and soft body.

In the wind, in the sun, the red on its body, the green on its body, makes it look like a woman with a phoenix crown in ancient times, luxurious and graceful, but without losing its spirituality.

That touch of vermilion is probably really a drop of blood left by the mythical immortals, otherwise how could it be so dazzling.

It's a pity that the bunches of plump fruits don't grow on top of the leaves, otherwise, if you count enough ninety-nine red fruits, you can make a wish.

Liu Qingshan stepped forward happily.

When I arrived, I found that this cinnabar root was very old, and many small red-backed cinnabar roots had been cultivated around it.

These cinnabar roots, like the previous cinnabar roots, are densely clustered at the feet of the large cinnabar roots.