Bian Rui was thinking about running the train with his head full of thoughts, when suddenly a voice came from the gate of the courtyard.

"Who's in there?"

When Bian Rui heard this, he immediately came out of the house, walked towards the door, and just walked a few steps, he saw the figure of an old man turning the shadow wall.

"It's me."

"Da Rui is back! I thought who was in there. Usually there aren't many people here, but when I saw the door open, I stopped by to have a look," said the fourth uncle.

The fourth uncle is not young, he is in his early sixties this year, but his voice is like a bell, his steps are like meteors, and he can't tell that he is in his sixties at all, and his hair is still more black and less white.

Bian Rui looked at the bamboo basket behind the fourth uncle, and knew that the fourth uncle had gone up the mountain to pick things, so he opened his mouth and asked, "Is this going up the mountain to pick mushrooms?"

The fourth uncle responded with a smile: "Well, this morning's harvest is good, I picked two catties of sheep mushrooms, and the restaurant in the town collected them for thirty yuan a catty, and there are some straw mushrooms, which are not too expensive but are better than the quantity, and I have dug up some spring bamboo shoots, which are also good ......."

Hearing Bian Rui ask, the fourth uncle happily boasted about his harvest this morning.

Digging mushrooms sounds simple, it is really a hard work, before dawn to enter the mountain, wait for seven or eight o'clock to come down, buy the fresh harvest to the town, the harvest is more than some old people, because the old people run the mountain for a long time, almost where there will be mushrooms in mind, although the young people are full of physical strength, but less experience but not as much harvest as the old people.

After finishing speaking, the fourth uncle took down the back basket, took out a plant from the basket, and posed it to Bian Ruixian: "Da Rui, look at what the fourth uncle dug up today?"

In Sibo's hand was a small carrot-like thing, with a few leaves on its slender stem and some red fruits on its head.

"Tan ginseng?"

Bian Rui blurted out.

"That's right, Tan Shen! This thing is not easy to find now, and today is also my luck, although this plant is a little smaller, but it will cost about two hundred yuan to get it to the town!"

Ginseng is also produced in the mountains of Bian Rui's hometown, but there is no Changbai Mountain, those places are famous, and the ginseng effect is not as good as the Northeast wild ginseng, and it generally grows within ten meters on the edge of the pond stream, generally speaking, the villagers dig it up and use it to stew chicken, no need to put any materials, only use such a ginseng, put it into the crockpot with leaves, add a little salt and water, use it to stew an old hen that runs on the ground for more than four years, simmer for ten hours on slow fire, and the taste is unforgettable.

Seeing ginseng, Bian Rui remembered one thing, and when he was about to go back to Mingzhu, he invited the neighbors and the old couple to have a meal, and thanked the people for taking care of his shop.

"Fourth uncle, why don't you sell me this ginseng?"

"What do you sell, you want to take it" The fourth uncle said and came to Bian Rui's front and stuffed the ginseng into Bian Rui's arms.

Bian Rui immediately said: "Fourth uncle, I don't eat it myself, but sell it for money, if you eat it yourself, I don't necessarily give it if you ask for money, when I was a child, I stole less peaches from your house? But it's not appropriate for you not to take money now, and we haven't done it once or twice, and I'm counting on you to go into the mountains to buy something good for me on Friday......."

Bian Rui's shop focuses on the ingredients in the mountains, of course, now there is space, Bian Rui can also grow it himself, but in order to confuse everyone, things still have to be bought, and he can't do nothing by himself, dragging a bunch of mountain goods to Mingzhu every Friday night, which is too eye-catching.

"Next time, if you talk about it next time, I can't afford to send a broken ginseng to the fourth uncle!"

The old man was also strong, and after finishing speaking, he took the basket and turned around and walked towards the door.

Bian Rui shouted twice in the back, but the fourth uncle didn't even look back.

Bian Rui had to say: "Fourth uncle, if you go into the mountain tomorrow, bring me something, I have covered all the mushrooms, spring bamboo shoots and so on, and I will have a banquet in Mingzhu the day after tomorrow."

"Okay, I'll keep tomorrow's things for your kid," the fourth uncle finished speaking, and the person had already turned to the side of the shadow wall.

Taking the ginseng back to the house, Bian Rui entered the space, first picked the ginseng seeds, learned from the example of the ancestor the day before yesterday, buried the ginseng in the dry position, and then took the well water and poured it on the ginseng seeds.

As soon as the water was poured down, it was like magic, and a few ginseng seedlings instantly drilled out of the ground, and soon pulled out five or six leaves, and the top of the head produced red ginseng seeds like jewels, and the ginseng grown in the space was obviously several grades better than the ginseng just brought in.

Bian Rui went out of the space to find a wooden stick, cut it into a flat shape and began to dig ginseng.

Bian Rui's patience is good, and he dug a few in a row, and when he dug the last one, Bian Rui just picked out a little soil, and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

The color of normal ginseng is yellow, dark and light, but you can't escape the yellow system, but this ginseng is dark red, red like blood.

"Shou Wushuang!" Bian Rui exclaimed.

Tan ginseng has a characteristic, it is very exclusive, that is to say, if one ginseng grows, then there will not be a second ginseng within half a mile nearby. Even if a second plant grows, within half a month, the other plant will die.

But by chance, the two strains grow together, and when no one can help the other, they grow together to form a double ginseng. In the legend of the hometown, the double ginseng just grew out of the whole body blood red, a hundred years later is golden, a thousand years for the black gold, the legend can eat can feather and ascend to the immortal.

Of course, this is a legend, Bian Rui heard the ancestor say that this thing can indeed hang his life, as long as people have the breath to hold the longevity of the matchless, changing a piece every day can keep it alive for several months. It's almost the same as a vegetative person now.

Bian Rui had never seen this thing, let alone Bian Rui, and the ancestor also said that he had only seen it once.

Bian Rui didn't expect that he would grow such a thing by sprinkling seeds like this. It seems that he thinks this thing is very easy to grow, so Bian Rui smiled and continued to plant ginseng, of course, this Shou Wushuang can't be dug up, Bian Rui wants to let it grow and let it grow.

Joyfully began to plant, planted half a basket of ginseng, Bian Rui finally gave up, now I understand that even if there is space, you have to look at the face of planting Shou Wushuang, Bian Rui, who has gone through a shit luck, seems to have used up his luck in planting ginseng.

It's also very simple, if it was so easy to plant, the ancestor wouldn't have only seen it once.

When he looked at Shou Wushuang again, Bian Rui found that the ginseng root had changed color slightly, becoming a dark yellow kind, a bit like a carrot.

Take one ginseng out and throw the rest directly into the space. One or two plants are treasures, and a basket is not rare.

Out of the space, I took a corner of rice paper and dipped it in a little water to wrap the ginseng with roots and leaves, and prepared to go back to Mingzhu tomorrow afternoon.

As soon as the ginseng was wrapped, a mother's voice came from the door.

"Da Rui, it's time to eat!"

"Mom, I know, I'm coming," said Bian Rui and walked to the door with the ginseng.

Bian Rui's mother at the door saw that she was holding something in her hand, so she opened her mouth and asked, "What is the wrap?"

"The fourth uncle picked a ginseng from the mountain, and I plan to go to Mingzhu the day after tomorrow to invite people to eat ......," Bian Rui said.

Bian Rui's mother heard this and frowned: "Why do you casually ask your fourth uncle for something, your fourth uncle's things are to be sold for money."

"I want to give money, where is the fourth uncle willing to ?......," Bian Rui also explained helplessly.

Bian Rui's mother thought for a while and said: "Then I'll ask the girl to send two bottles of wine to your fourth uncle, and if you want this thing, let your master pay attention to it when he goes into the mountains to herd sheep, don't ask your uncles to ask for it, everyone takes it for money, who is embarrassed to ask you a junior to collect ......money."

"I see, isn't it a coincidence," Bian Rui said.

Bian Rui's mother said again: "Go back to dinner, I'm waiting for you."

Bian Rui answered, turned around and locked the door, and followed his mother to the house. A rhubarb who had been lying at the door was running fast and returned home before and after the mother and son.

At this time, it was the time for breakfast, and the village was full of smoke, and from time to time you could hear the sound of adults calling for children to come home for dinner.

The current population of Bianjia Village is mainly middle-aged and elderly, and most of the remaining are young dolls in their teens, and there are a few young people who make a living in the town or county.

The main young people are now working in other places, and most of the people who work in other places like Bian Rui in the past are because they have graduated from college and stayed in other places to develop.

Although many people work in other places and settle their small families in other places, in recent years, more and more people have chosen to send their children back for enlightenment and primary education, rather than staying in the local school to go to school, and generally waiting for junior high school to take them back. It's because I like the education of Bianjia Village Primary School.

Bian Rui originally wanted to arrange for his daughter to come to her hometown to go to school and go back to Mingzhu in junior high school, but because of the divorce, the whole plan was disrupted, even if Bian Rui wanted to, then Wang Jie would not agree, because the child was awarded to her after all.

When they got home, the two children were playing with their grandmother, and Bian Rui's father was smoking and weaving things under the eaves. Bian Rui knew at a glance that his father was weaving a worm cage, and there was no need to ask if it was made for his granddaughter and grandson.

"Wash your hands and eat, and make it up after eating," Bian Rui's mother said to her husband.

When Bian Rui's father heard this, he said, "It's good that there will be a while!"

"I'll put it down and make it after breakfast."

Hearing this, Bian Rui's father put down the cage in his hand, stood up and went to the water tank next to the yard to scoop a scoop of water and prepare to wash his hands.

When Bian Rui saw this, he immediately stepped forward, picked up the water scoop in the jar, scooped the water and poured it on his father's hands.

"How do you want the house to be organized?" asked Bian Rui's father as he washed his hands.

Bian Rui said: "It looks like you have to move, I'll prepare first, anyway, there is time, take your time."

"Well, let's do it together then," said Bian Rui's father.

Bian Rui snorted.

Bian Rui's father washed his hands, took the scoop from his son's hand, scooped up the water and prepared to wash Bian Rui's hands. Bian Rui immediately bowed down when he saw it, and quickly washed his hands.

The two men washed their hands, Bian Rui's mother and sister had already put the rice and side dishes on the table, Bian Rui's grandmother sat down first, then Bian Rui's parents, and the rest of Bian Rui and his sister and brother-in-law pulled the child to sit at the table.

Breakfast was simple, some of the leftover dishes from last night were warmed up and a pot of big white rice porridge was cooked with some pickles. In addition to these, there is also an omelet per person.

Although it is simple, Bian Rui eats with relish, and feels that this table of rice is more appetizing than the delicacies of the mountains and seas, and it is full of the taste of home.