After eating, Le Lang carried a hoe and walked to the mountain, the grass and trees on the road were green, the creek was tinkling, the birds were flying, and the scenery of the mountains and forests was good. Recently, a flock of sparrows has flown here from nowhere, flocks of them, chirping, and they are not afraid to see people, hula la, jumping around here. If it weren't for the fact that these sparrows had no meat, he would have wanted to use the nets to net.

When I came to the field, I found that the big bananas in the field were ripe, and the top bananas were bitten out by mice or birds, and there was a bunch of bananas next to them that could also be harvested. At this time, Le Lang suddenly remembered that he didn't seem to have come over for some time. He cut off the banana and put it into the jade Ruyi space, and then took it out when he got home, with this jade Ruyi is convenient, it is simply a must-have for a monk's trip, and there is no weight in how many things are put in, and it will not be broken.

After cutting the bananas, Le Lang walked to the forest on the hillside, where there were a few clumps of mountain pineapples, although the pineapples were small, but they were delicious and juicy. He plans to move some mountain pineapples to the side of the banana orchard, and by the way, plant some in the Yuruyi space, and then tidy up the banana field.

This banana is planted on the hillside, and the hillside is sloping, so Lelang plans to make the banana field look like a terraced field, and then stack it up one by one, and after a while he also plans to bring a spring water over, otherwise if there is a drought, he will have to run to the stream not far away to carry water, which is very troublesome.

After Lelang planted the pineapples and watered them, he began to tidy up the banana orchard, only to see him hoeing hard one hoe at a time. Except for the cold air when the cold air hits, the winter in Nanzhou is not very cold. Le Lang hoeed for a while and sweated, turned his head to look behind him, he had already sorted out a terraced field, and was suddenly full of joy, he wiped the sweat on his head, and planned to make persistent efforts to sort out another piece, anyway, it was still early.

He raised the hoe and hoeed it hard, only to hear the sound of the "bell", the hoe in his hand was shocked, and his arm was numb, and he wondered what was going on, could it be that there was a treasure in this field. It's no wonder that he thinks so, isn't that piece of jade Ruyi picked up here?

At that moment, Le Lang looked at the place where the hoe was hoeing, but he couldn't see anything, walked up, and picked up the clod of soil with his hand towards the place where the hoe was hoeing, only to see a copper-yellow thing buried in the soil, flashing with a dim light. Le Lang took a look at it and slowly cleaned it out with a hoe.

After a while, the thing finally revealed the true face of Lushan, as if it was a dingding and like a stove. Why? Because the whole body of this stove is smooth, even inside, there is nothing. What are the animal heads, inscriptions and the like, at least there are some cloud patterns, phoenix patterns or dragon patterns, but this stove has nothing, and the whole body is moist and smooth It is simply a modern handicraft.

At the beginning, Lelang thought it was gold, but there was not even a trace of the hoe, how could the gold be so hard, it should be copper, and I knew it by looking at the copper-yellow surface, but now the price is soaring, even if it is copper, it can be worth a lot of money. Le Lang looked at it, didn't care, and directly put it into the space. This thing is also good for stewing dog meat, Le Lang thought in his heart. The stove is about 60 centimeters in diameter, and with Le Lang's idea, it is indeed a good stove for stewing dog meat.

Le Lang worked for a while, looked up and saw the sunset in the distance, the sunset reflected red through the mountains and forests, knowing that it was going to be late, he hurriedly cleaned up and went down the mountain, only to see him walking on the path between the woods with a hoe, humming an unknown song, stepping on a piece of sunset, swaying towards the mountain.

The sun shines on the whole mountain forest, the breeze caresses, the lush woods ripple in the breeze, the roadside stream tinkling, the mountain crabs and shrimp in the stream play freely, and the birds sing in the forest.

Le Lang walked quietly, feeling the thriving atmosphere of the mountains and forests, this situation made him can't help but have the urge to read a poem, he thought about it, maybe there is a poem that can describe this situation, so he read it out loud:

"Gently I go, just as softly I came; I beckoned softly, and made a cloud of the western sky. The golden willow on the bank of the river is the bride in the sunset; The beautiful shadow in the waves ripples in my heart. The green wattles on the soft mud are swaggering at the bottom of the water; In the soft waves of the River Cam, I am willing to be a water weed. The pool under the shade of the elm is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky; Crumpled among the floating algae, precipitating a rainbow-like dream. Looking for a dream? Hold a penny and wander towards the greener grass; Loaded with a boatload of starlight, singing in the starlight. But I can't play songs, quietly it's a parting sheng flute; Xia Worm is also silent for me, silence is Kangqiao tonight! Quietly I went, as quietly I came; I waved my sleeves and didn't take a cloud with me. ”

After reciting the poem, Le Lang stood there quietly, closed his eyes, breathed gently, felt the pulse of this mountain forest, and his mind was ethereal. It was not this poem that moved him, nor was it the mountains and forests that moved him, but it was in this mountains and forests that he read this poem and resonated in his heart.

In fact, in Lelang, he thought that he had a talent that was not inferior to Xu Zhimo, but he lacked a little opportunity and appreciated his Bole, and he also published the poems he wrote on the Internet, but they were refuted to the point of being incomplete and miserable.

He slowly opened his eyes, thought for a moment, and read out again the poem he had once published: "Ah, who are you, why are you wailing hoarsely, ah, your mottled body, adorned with the footprints of time," and then he forgot the words a little, but knew that the last line seemed to be swaying an old ballad.

Listen, listen, just listen to the last sentence is extraordinary, in fact, this is when he used to be in school, he was woken up by the old fan hanging on the beam in the dormitory at night, "babbling, babbling", and later he also published this poem that I don't know if it is a poem on the Internet, and people read it back to "ah", "oh", "babble", "haha", "cough", "hehe", no one replied more than two words, and after reading the reply, it hit Le Lang very hard.

He thought that although the poems he wrote were not unprecedented, they were at least unprecedented, and he replied at least, "Well, it's well written." "It's worthy of a bag of poets" or "The big poems make me worship like the water of the surging Yellow River for a while, and admire it like the water of the Yangtze River." "Something like that, who knew it was so miserable. It can be said that the words of those people have killed a great poet who is about to be born. Since then, he has never dared to mention anything about poetry, and if he is not in high spirits today, it is estimated that he would not dare to read it.

Le Lang returned home, took out the two bunches of big bananas, cut the bunches of unripe bananas to dry, and then put them into a plastic bag to seal and ripen them.

After getting the bananas, Le Lang found that the banana wine he was going to do was still missing, and a lot of things were not prepared. First of all, you have to buy a beater, otherwise do you want to squeeze bananas by hand? Le Lang looked at his hand and shook his head again and again. And I also have to buy rice wine, rock sugar, and wine jars for wine, a lot of trouble.

When the bunch of big bananas was also ripe, Le Lang took the bus to the town by himself. Lelang felt that it was really inconvenient for him to run around on two legs like this, so he simply bought a motorcycle in the town, and by the way, he also bought a barrel of gasoline.

To be honest, now the gasoline has only risen but has not fallen, I remember that the gasoline was only more than two yuan in the past few years, and it has soared to seven yuan in recent years. We still have to buy, drive an electric car here? What should I do if there is no electricity on the way without a village and no store in the middle? Can an electric car compare to a motorcycle? After buying a motorcycle, he went to buy a beater and a large bag of rock candy, which was originally available in the village commissary, but not as pure as the town.

After Le Lang finished shopping, he drove back on his motorcycle, and as soon as he put his things at home, he ran non-stop to buy wine jars and wine, and by the way, he took a big bag of bananas and brought them over.

Le Lang rode his motorcycle out of Xiaoxi Village for a kilometer or two, and then turned right into a concrete-ground mountain road. This road leads to Linjia Village, where the wine brewed was very famous in the past, and was once cited as a tribute wine, but then somehow declined.

The motorcycle walks at a speed of 40 kilometers per hour on the mountain road, and a cluster of green shadows constantly flashes beside it, and the mountain road is lined with faint green bamboo or a few rows of longan or a row of mangoes, and the mountain road is not far from the steep mountain wall, the mountain is green and green, misty, and lush vegetation.

The car slowly drove to Linjia Village, where most of the red tile brick houses were based on stones and plastered with sand, and there were several two- or three-storey buildings scattered in addition to the tile houses. Le Lang came to a house in front of a tall ballet tree tile house stopped, there is a pond in front of the house, the pond water is secluded, in the summer with a deck chair to sit under the bala tree, shaking the bamboo fan, blowing the cool breeze, but also comfortable.

The door was closed, Le Lang parked the motorcycle in front of the door, slapped his hand on the door and shouted: "Old man Lin, old man Lin" There are many people in the village of the Lin family who are making wine, but the best brewing is Old Man Lin. Old man Lin used to be very good with his grandfather, often ran to his house to hang around, and liked to play with Lelang, which made him grit his teeth with hatred, so he didn't call him "Old Man Lin" big or small, and Old Man Lin didn't care, so he still called him "Old Man Lin" when he grew up. The relationship between the two is not bad, at least he used to drink on credit with his grandfather's sign.

"Who" knocked for a while, and a slightly annoyed voice came from inside.

"Uh" Le Lang couldn't help but be stunned when he heard the voice, he didn't knock down again, but took a few steps back and looked at it again, yes, it's here.

At this time, the owner of the voice opened the door and couldn't help but be stunned when he saw Le Lang. There was a little impatient voice from behind: "Who, so rude." "It's a little embarrassing for Lelang.

Le Lang couldn't help but ask strangely when he heard the voice, "Why are you here?" ”

"My family! Come on in. The woman said angrily, and then turned and walked in.

Le Lang also followed behind and walked in, the courtyard of Old Man Lin's house was very large, and the surrounding walls were full of all kinds of wine jars, and the smell of wine was wafting in the air. He looked at it a little, it was still the same mess as before, and when he looked again, he found that Lao Qi was sitting on the threshold with something to eat

When Lao Qi saw Le Lang, he asked him very unhappily, "What are you doing here?" ”

"I haven't asked you yet? What are you doing here. Le Lang was strange, he didn't offend him, he ate gunpowder.

"This is my father-in-law's house, what do you say I'm doing here." Lao Qi glanced at him and said to him angrily.

Oh, isn't this Lin Shaoru's home? Le Lang thought in his heart. Le Lang had also been to Old Man Lin's house before, but he hadn't seen Lin Shaoru, and he didn't know that this was Lin Shaoru's home. Fortunately, he didn't tell Lao Qi about sneaking Lin Shaoru's ass, otherwise it would have looked good.

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