Zhang Shanhai naturally couldn't figure out why he slept in the attic all day, but now he woke up with nothing abnormal.

In the evening, I ate two large bowls of rice, washed my feet, listened to He Ni's story, climbed into bed again, and soon fell asleep again.

Zhang Yunyang and his family saw that there was nothing abnormal in their son, and they were finally relieved.

The next day, Zhang Shanhai got up in the morning and still went up the mountain to herd cattle. It's just that he suddenly felt an extra memory in his head. The contents of the shabby book he read yesterday were as if they were printed in his head, and he could remember the patterns in the book clearly.

Zhang Shanhai naturally didn't wonder why he remembered it so clearly, but felt interesting about those contents. When I watched it yesterday, I didn't quite understand what was going on in the picture. But today it seems as if it was already known.

It was a kind of ritual, and if the onmyoji wanted to communicate yin and yang, he had to ask the gods to come up, and then know the cause and effect, and resolve the disaster. Or ask the gods to come up and instantly have the best power to subdue the demons.

"Hey, interesting." Zhang Shanhai immediately had an urge to try, but not now. There are some basic conditions that are required to perform a ritual of inviting God. Burning incense and setting incense cases. This is the most basic condition, and it also requires a Dao symbol. Among them, the condition of Dao Fu is the most difficult to meet.

Because this talisman has to have good yellow paper, the paint used to draw the talisman is also specially made, and the basic raw materials are mainly cinnabar, animal and poultry blood, etc. Zhang Shanhai didn't even know what cinnabar was, and the blood of beasts and birds was even more rare. In the first year, a village could not kill a few chickens or pigs all year round. Where to get the blood of animals and birds?

That's right! Zhang Shanhai's eyes suddenly lit up, these things are very difficult for him, but Zhang Jingxian must have no problem there. Zhang Jing is the feng shui master in the village, and he will definitely have these things at home. Zhang Shanhai had seen Zhang Jingxian draw talismans with his own eyes.

Zhang Shanhai immediately thought that Zhang Daneng's family had promised to give him a red envelope two days ago, and Zhang Jingxian also promised it. This time, when I went to Zhang Jingxian's house, it was best to get back the red envelope, and at that time, I would have money to buy chili candy. Zhang Shanhai is very greedy for the paper-wrapped candy in the supply and marketing cooperative, especially the fruit candy made into the shape of red peppers.

If you don't want to return the red envelope, just ask him for what he needs. You can't go home empty-handed, right? When Zhang Shanhai thought of this, he completely forgot how terrible Zhang Jingxian was in the village, especially in the eyes of children. At this time, in Zhang Shanhai's eyes, Zhang Jingxian was like a big piece of paper-wrapped sugar.

Zhang Bo was very surprised to see Zhang Shanhai's sullen appearance this day.

"Shanhai, what are you doing? Sullen in the morning? Let's go, Wenxing they roast sweet potatoes there! I went to find someone last night, my stomach was already empty, eat baked sweet potatoes! Zhang Wenxing said.

At the foot of the mountain, there are several sweet potato fields of the production team, and the people of the production team are hungry when they work outside, and it is not a corner to dig [***] to dig a few sweet potatoes out of the field to relieve hunger. The cattle herding children sometimes dig a few in the field. There is not much food at home, and they can only eat 70% full at each meal, which is indeed a pain for the children who are growing up.

Zhang Shanhai ate two poached eggs last night and a big bowl of rice, and his stomach was not very hungry at this time, but when it came to eating roasted sweet potatoes, he seemed to smell the aroma of roasted sweet potatoes immediately. The stomach immediately rumbled twice.

Roasting sweet potatoes with wood fire is very skillful, and you can't roast them directly over an open flame, otherwise it is easy to see the skin baked, but the sweet potatoes are still half-cooked. The sweet potatoes have to be piled up with firewood ashes, and the heat of the firewood pile is used to heat them indirectly, so that the roasted sweet potatoes are not damaged at all, and at most the outermost skin is browned, and the flavor is not only not affected, but more sweet.

When Zhang Shanhai walked over, several earthen stoves had already been lit there. Zhang Zeng brought a small hoe, and the rural boys were very good at opening the stove on the mound. It's also decently done.

"How many did you dig up?" Zhang Shanhai asked.

"I can rest assured that I have dug a lot, and there is no problem with two or three people per person. The tube is full. I just dug up a big patch of the sweet potato field. Zhang Zeng said.

There is not much fertilizer in the soil, and the fertility of the ground at the foot of the mountain is not good, and the soil is a little tighter, so it is very good to have two or three sweet potatoes in a mouthful. These seven or eight people have to dig at least a dozen or so pieces, so naturally it looks like a small piece.

"You idiot, why are you so brainless? Don't you know where to dig a tael or two? If the brigade came to check, wouldn't it be obvious at a glance? Zhang Shanhai rolled his eyes.

"It's okay, this piece of land is backed by mountains, and that piece of land is not a big piece of the scourge of rats and rabbits? We're not as harmful as those beasts. Zhang Zeng said.

"Damn, you want to compare yourself to brutes, don't pull everyone." Zhang Bo scolded.

The crowd burst out laughing.

It takes some effort to roast sweet potatoes, and if you put an impatient one, turn it over three times and two ends, and finally bake it out and throw it out. Roasted sweet potatoes are delicate and patient. You have to take your time, in this mountain, it will take at least half an hour or more to be able to roast the sweet potatoes.

It is also thanks to this group of children that they are very patient and can patiently wait for the sweet potatoes to ripen thoroughly before turning them out of the grass ashes.

Zhang Shanhai took a sweet potato, put it between his hands, kept patting it, patting the grass ash sticking to it cleanly, and then peeled off the outer layer of skin, immediately revealing the red and bright sweet potato flesh with a rich sweet potato fragrance.

All the children were reluctant to start eating the sweet potato meat on the opposite side first, and ate the sweet potatoes sticking to the skin of the sweet potatoes cleanly, and even ate the gray skin directly. They all ate with relish, as if they were eating something delicious.

Three sweet potatoes are belly, and all of them are bulging.

"It's so full!"

"If you catch a hare and roast it, it will taste good." Zhang Bo said.

In these days, it's not easy to eat a full meal. Eating meat is even more rare. Children like to visit relatives the most, because when they go to visit, they can not only eat enough, but also eat some meat!

"If you can raise a mountain dog from the old seven families, it's pretty much the same." Zhang Shanhai said.

Zhang Laoqi is the only hunter in Zhangjiashan, he is a veteran, and he has a collection of shell guns at home, it is said that he fought with the little devil, this is his trophy, after the battle, this bastard refused to continue to stay in the army, and went home directly. The troops gave him special treatment and let him bring back his booty. He was reluctant to take this gun for hunting, so he usually took it out and looked at it, so he had to wipe it clean, and then put it on the oil and hide it again. He hunted with one of his shotguns and with his mountain dogs.

Zhang Laoqi raised a male and a female two mountain dogs. These two dogs were so fierce that the dogs in the village had to give way when they saw them.