Ao Muyang walked on the mountain, and after finding the bamboo forest, he would walk in to take a look.

Lu Wuxian followed impatiently and said, "Who is looking for bamboo shoots in this season? Can there be bamboo shoots in this season? Isn't it nonsense! Hey, you brought me up the mountain just to scare me, right?"

Ao Muyang didn't speak, and walked in the bamboo forest with his head down.

The deer did not dare to follow up, once he was bitten by a snake for ten years and was afraid of the well rope, the bamboo grew green, the ground was full of fallen leaves, and the wind blew loudly, making him feel that something was wrong.

However, he is also right, digging bamboo shoots is carried out in late spring, or winter shoots can be dug in winter, but in early autumn, bamboo is growing with all its might, how can there be bamboo shoots?

This experience applies to bamboo shoots in general, not to bitter shoots.

Bitter bamboo shoots are produced in all seasons, of which spring produces the most, but there are also in summer and autumn, but the quantity is very small, and its economic value is small, there are too few people who will dig it up, and there is even less experience to pass on.

The season that is really suitable for eating bitter bamboo shoots is now, there are tender bamboo shoots to eat in spring and winter, and the bitter bamboo shoots have a sweet and bitter taste, and the bitter taste is relatively special, ordinary people can't enjoy it, even if they touch it, they won't dig it, and they won't eat it.

Of course, the bitter taste can be removed after marinating the bamboo shoots for a few days, but if the bamboo shoots are dry, there is no edible value.

Eating bitter bamboo shoots in summer is good for the body, the weather is hot, at this time, the human spleen and stomach function is poor, and most of the appetite is lost, and eating bitter food can restore the spleen and stomach function, increase appetite, and bitter people's hearts, can relieve the heart fire.

From the perspective of traditional Chinese medicine, bitter bamboo shoots taste bitter and sweet, cool but not cold, and have good effects of disinfection and detoxification and fire and heat dissipation.

During the nap, Lao Ao hugged Lu Zhizi to kiss her, but saw several bubbles at the corners of her mouth, obviously this morning made her very angry, so he wanted to get some bitter bamboo shoots to reduce the fire for her.

Bitter bamboo shoots are native to Dalong Mountain, this thing is very difficult to plant, and the young seedlings of bitter bamboo shoots must be transplanted with roots and soil, otherwise they will not be viable.

Ao Muyang is looking for small but thick bamboo forests, large bamboo forests have just been planted in the village in recent years, and there are no bitter bamboos in them, let alone bitter bamboo shoots.

He went into the bamboo forest to rummage, and the deer stayed outside and found a sturdy locust tree to enjoy the shade.

Sitting on the stone under the tree, he looked down the mountain, and the first thing he saw was a patchwork of old fishermen's houses, with red brick and green tile roofs and lush tree canopies nestled against each other, giving him a fishing village style.

"It's pretty good. He subconsciously sighed, and then quickly spat vigilantly, "Phew, the ravines and ravines are poor places, and the mountains are remote." ”

Looking out, the vast ocean appeared under his eyes.

Kilometers of golden sand stretch for kilometres, with small piers plunging into the sea, sailboats, sampans, yachts and fishing boats, and the occasional sperm whale popping out of the water.

Even from such a distance, you can barely see the silhouette of a sperm whale.

Under the clear blue sky, the sun shines on the sea and emits a pale golden glow, and the waves come and go, rolling and lapping on the beach. Looking into the distance, there is a large fishing boat at the end of the sky, which appears sporadically for a while and then disappears.

"The lonely sail is far away and the sky is clear, and only the Yangtze River skyline can be seen. Lu Wuxian subconsciously thought of such a poem, which was taught to him by his sister when he was a child, when the two had no entertainment activities, and his sister would take him to recite poems.

He racked his brains to come up with another poem that was appropriate to the situation, a poem that was not taught to him by his sister, but his brain was swollen and he didn't come up with it.

Later, he played with the children of the Cao family, playing video games, playing tricks to bully other children, but he didn't learn poetry.

Listening to the sound of the mountain breeze blowing the leaves, he recalled the past when he was young, and his mood was a little gloomy for a while.

Gradually, in addition to the sound of the leaves being blown away, he heard the sound of a tick behind him, as if it was the sound of footsteps, as if something was quietly approaching him.

So he subconsciously turned around and saw a group of small animals with round heads covered in brown and yellow staring at the top of his head.

These animals are strange-looking, more elongated than the dachshund, with an elongated neck, an elongated body, two small black eyes and small triangular ears, a brown and yellow coat, and a white fur around the mouth.

"Ahh

Weasel!

He shouted loudly, but the weasel pack was not afraid, but stared at him with all his attention.

Actually, these weasels weren't staring at him, but at the treetops above him, where there was a beautiful, round fox with big ears, and that was their boss.

As soon as he called like this, the weasels stared at him curiously, and they were not afraid of human calls, because they usually came into contact with people.

Tourists are not afraid of weasels, because when they enter the village, the villagers will introduce that there are weasels on the mountain, and weasels are also national protected animals in these years, as long as they do not come down the mountain to make trouble, Ao Muyang forbids the villagers to harm them.

Hearing the roar, Ao Muyang walked out quickly, and then the weasel group suddenly ran away in unison.

He grabbed Lu Wuyi's shoulder and asked sharply, "What's it called?"

"No, no, it's not a ghost, a weasel! a weasel! all weasels!" he cried out in despair.

Ao Muyang looked around vigilantly and said, "How can there be?"

Lu Wuxian stomped his feet frantically and said: "Run, all run, those weasels were here just now......"

He pointed to the rough roots of the trees that were sticking out of the ground and shouted, "Right here, they were right here just now, really, a lot, dozens of them, such a big patch!"

Ao Muyang's face turned gloomy, and he said, "I told you, you stayed by my side, why didn't you listen? Also, who told you to stay under this tree?"

"I'm hot. Lu Wuxian will panic and don't care about raising the bar with him.

Ao Muyang gritted his teeth and said: "You are hot, you go to the bamboo forest, what are you doing under this locust tree on horseback? Do you know how to write the word huai? Do you know what it is called in the countryside?"

Lu Wuxian nodded and shook his head again, and his heart was confused for a moment.

"The word Huai is a ghost next to the wooden character, and it is called the ghost tree in the countryside!"

Lu Wuyi subconsciously swallowed his saliva, and he asked hopefully, "What's the matter with those weasels?

"Hmph, coincidentally?" Ao Muyang sneered, he asked, "Weasels won't come by chance, they are definitely attracted by something, it stands to reason that even if the soul follows you, it won't be able to become a climate in such a short time, it shouldn't attract weasels." Hey, did the weasels come here or do you have any unusual movements, like what are they looking at or looking for?"

Lu Wuxian shook his head: "No, no, just stay there, gather together and stare at me, no, it seems to be, it seems to be looking up." ”

He looked up at the top of his head, a withered yellow rope dangling from the treetops, drifting slowly......

"Ahh