Liu Zhongming is a trio of brothers, who are over 40 years old, and none of them are married. Hu Yunfeng's three brothers, the eldest is over 20 years old, and no one says daughter-in-law, and the second and third are estimated to be difficult. Three Lu monks, three bachelors, which are the three musketeers who are chivalrous and righteous?

However, there were two neighbor's children in the classroom, and when they went home to learn their tongues, the "Three Musketeers" walked away. There are more good deeds divided into the old "Three Musketeers" and the small "Three Musketeers". After the contract responsibility system of the previous world, the Hu family's small "Three Musketeers" worked to earn money and got rid of the fate of beating singles.

Hong Yan took the third elementary school to stay in the preschool classroom of Jambang for half an hour, and then continued to walk outside.

In a few days, the beginning of autumn will make the rice grain more and more full. The field was dug up and drained and the rice field was dried and prepared for the rice harvest. Plantain and wheat grass are the most common on the edge of the field. In my previous life, I hunted pigweed, and I often looked for these on the edge of the rice field. Ha, there are still large folded ear roots on the slopes. The scientific name of the root is Houttuynia cordata, which is a traditional Chinese medicine with a variety of uses. In the past, most of them were fed back to pigs, and later some people picked them back to make cold vegetables.

It seems that plantain is also a Chinese medicinal material, and many of the pigweed that seems to be beaten are traditional Chinese medicine, such as prunella vulgaris, camellia, gray gray cabbage, Qingming cabbage, purslane, motherwort, etc., no wonder I especially miss the taste of pork at home after working in my previous life. Thinking about it, there are so many wild vegetables! It's just that the season has passed, and the flowers and bear fruit, and they are inedible. Without the tools to take advantage of, Hong Yan pinched a few handfuls of folded ear roots and sent them to the fairy garden.

"Cauldron, where is the root of the folded ear?" The little girl was careful and found abnormalities. Larahon Yanhand, rummaging through his pockets again, still didn't.

"Hehe, throw it away!" He made a toss. The little girl's eyes moved with his hand, although she didn't believe it, but she couldn't find it, so she didn't ask again.

Privet trees everywhere. No, it's not a privet tree. The privet tree is a street tree or landscape tree in many places, and there are also places in Japan that serve as a city tree. Whether it is leaves, flowers, fruits, etc., it is similar to the ash tree. He is not a botany major, so naturally he can't tell whether there is a substantial difference between the two. Locally, it should be called a wax tree. Perhaps the two are simply the same plant, and they are very different from the most suitable ash trees for white wax insects.

The fact is that the wider ridges of the team are planted with ash trees. In his memory, Hong Yan once climbed a tree and dipped his fingers in the sweet liquid outside the cysts formed by the parasites. After signaling the three small stops, Hong Yan tilted his head and searched up and down, left and right, well, there is indeed white wax.

The side branches of the tree are tied with straw, which is stocked with parasitic white wax insects. Looking into the treetops, there was white flocculent matter on the branches, and something like a carapace attached to the branches, and the viscous liquid on them seemed to drip down. White flocculent should be the raw material for the production of white wax, but why didn't the production team collect it? The inside of the carcass should be parasitic white wax worms. The mucus is indeed non-toxic, and children lick it with their fingers.

He climbed up the tree and reached out to the slime for Xiaofeng to come over and let him taste it. "It's so sweet!" Komine praised. "I'm going to eat it too! I'm going to eat it too! Xiao Zheng and Rong Rong competed, and they occasionally used "I". Hong Yan fulfilled their wishes one by one, in fact, it was not an extra childhood memory!

"Big brother, Ma Harrier!" Xiao Feng shouted as he pointed to the top of the mountain in the distance. "Harrier!" "Harrier!" Xiao Zheng and Rong Rong also joined in the fun. How do they know what a harrier is?

Hong Yan hurriedly got off the white wax tree, licking the sugar liquid is just fun, and by the way, experience childhood memories. In later generations, the hemp harrier was basically extinct. There seems to be a lot more to this day and age. The hemp harrier is just a harrier, also called a sparrowhawk. Although there are also eagle characters, neither the shape, nor the ability to fly or hunt can be compared to real eagles. I remember that when I was drying rice in my previous life, there were chickens stealing food, and my grandmother shouted "The hemp harrier is coming", and the hen was so frightened that she hid in the bamboo forest.

Several harriers glide in the sky in the direction of Dongshan Liang, and then fly high. In the middle of the afternoon, the weather turned cooler, and the harriers came out to feed. When I turned my head, I found that there were also harriers flying over the top of the mountain in the direction of the yellow cypress tree. It is said that the wing feathers of the harrier can be made into a feather fan, and the wind of the fan is very cool. Children are not allowed to use it, otherwise they will grow up and be susceptible to cold bone wind.

If the harrier flies, then the rabbits and chickens on the ground should be careful, and if they are cold, they will become dead souls under their claws. Hong Yan pointed to the hemp harrier and told a short story, and slowly walked towards the yellow cypress tree. I also met a lot of villagers on the road, and I still remember to say hello, and if I don't remember, I don't see it. The countryside is also senior, in case it is called a bad generation, and it will be a joke.

"Cauldron, rest, my feet are broken (lame)." The little girl has walked a lot and complained.

"My foot was broken, too." Xiao Zheng followed.

"That's going to happen!" Hong Yan agreed to come down.

Walking slowly is also tiring. Three-year-olds, both physically and physically, are not strong enough to last too long. Xiaofeng, he didn't shout tired. Hong Yan saw that the little girl was indeed a little tired, and it had been a long time since she had eaten, so he handed them a cucumber. Sanxiao took it with a shout, and gnawed it without asking the origin. This cucumber is really a cucumber, white when it is young, then gradually yellow, and when it is old, it turns golden. In my previous life, I ate the kind of long green-skinned cucumber, which is also green and white, and the taste is indeed much better.

"Rongrong, come to the big brother to fight the horse's shoulder!" Hong Yan squatted on the ground and signaled.

Riding a horse's shoulder is riding a horse's shoulder! The little girl was very happy and immediately climbed up her brother's back. One hand holds a cucumber, and the other holds his forehead. Hong Yan held his legs, and the little girl rode on his shoulders. Xiao Zheng looked enviously at his sister, who was born ten minutes later than him! The little girl rode on her shoulders and was very majestic.

However, the people who were working on the side of the road saw a small man riding on the shoulders of another larger one, which was quite interesting. Some people found that Hong Yan didn't feel strained, and his waist was straight! Before going to the yellow cypress tree, Hong Yan replaced the little girl and let Xiao Zheng experience it too.

The yellow cypress tree is still there. The yellow cypress tree is a kind of tree that is mostly planted at some large road passes for pedestrians to rest. In Hong Yan's record, the yellow cypress tree used to be as big as 2 meters in diameter, some said to be as big as a "dustpan", and some said to be as big as "Nanpan". The height of the tree is more than 20 meters, the crown diameter is more than 20 meters, and there are stone piers under the tree, which is clean and cool, and it is a good place to rest in summer. The yellow cypress tree is long, and because of its height, the surrounding area is relatively empty, and it is easy to be struck by lightning, and there are many legends.

"The tree is old and the tree is fine", someone is holding a machete, and the yellow cypress tree is not white juice, but red blood. Lightning and thunder, hovering at the top of the tree, there is a big snake cultivating in the cave at the bottom of the tree, and God is going to rain thunder and punishment. A carpenter came home late at night, walked under the yellow cypress tree, felt that there was sand and soil spilled from the tree, suddenly felt that there was something on his back, and immediately unfolded Luban's immortal object - ink bucket, wrapped around his back a few times, ran home, lit the lamp, threw down the thing that was wrapped around his back, and it was a lump of trees, poured with foreign oil, burned to the point of crackling, screaming, until it turned into ashes.

Hong Yan once traveled long distances with his father and grandfather, and saw many of these behemoth trees. At least there is one in Jianshankou, and there are also Li family temples and Lanjia Liangzi. Time has passed, and most of these trees are gone. In 1982, the tree reached its peak and fell on a stormy night. Early in the morning, people in the neighborhood carried axes and saws, and the whole family set out to dismember the yellow cypress tree and return home. But only one day later, the commune issued a notice saying that the tree was the property of the state, and that it was to take back the branches that the villagers had brought home (the branches were actually thicker than some big trees, sweat). In fact, the yellow cypress tree is of poor material and can't do anything at all, and the stove has no firepower. The yellow cypress tree fell, and this place is still called "yellow cypress tree".

The yellow cypress tree is a peculiar tree. All other trees sprout and produce leaves in spring, and the leaves turn yellow and fall in autumn. The yellow cypress tree is based on the season of planting. As long as they survive, the next year will be the season in which they were planted, and the leaves will fall and grow new leaves. The young shoots of the yellow cypress tree are slightly sour and edible.

Due to the three-way intersection here, the transportation is convenient. After the 90s, villagers moved in one after another, and gradually became a small street-like existence. But now, if his parents, especially the ancestors, knew, they would never let Hong Yan take the three children to this "ghost place".

Standing at the pass, there are ditches on the east and west sides, mountain bags on the north and south, and much higher on the north side. From here, the forked mechanized farming road runs north and northwest along the foot of the mountain on both sides. The yellow cypress tree is indeed very large, but the old dragon bell has been hollowed out under the tree, and half of it is hanging in the air. No wonder it was blown down by the wind and rain.

Suddenly, I heard "Wang, Wang, Wang" barking from the northern hillside, and then the people were shouting "Rabbit". So, the dogs everywhere were in harmony, and people cheered up. Rabbits have long hind legs and generally run to higher ground. The rabbit passes through the sweet potato field, and if there is no dog to follow, it will be lost in the blink of an eye. Rabbits, dogs, and people form a line around the hillside and gradually climb higher. The sweet potatoes are densely leafed, and it will take at least a month to dig the sweet potatoes. Therefore, the losses caused by chasing rabbits are actually very large. Rabbits are game, which can improve the diet, and the ownerless, whoever catches it belongs to whom.

Xiao Feng, Xiao Zheng and Rong Rong were overjoyed when they saw this formation, jumping and shouting, and they were so excited that they had the potential to catch up.

Then, someone ran in the direction of Hong Yan. Hong Yan found that there was a hemp harrier in mid-air that was staggering and trying to fly up, and finally flew lower and lower. The harrier fell to the ground and flew again, each time lower and shorter, and each time the flight distance was shorter than the other. In the end, he stopped in front of the Hong Yan brothers and sisters. Sanxiao was so frightened that he hid behind Hong Yan.

How could a harrier not fly? Look at the feathers are not young birds, and an adult bird will not be unable to fly for no reason, is it injured? The rabbit being chased! Could it be that the harrier fell for the rabbit's trick - the rabbit kicking the eagle? Unexpectedly, the eagles in the sky would also be plotted.

The hemp harrier sent to the door, don't be in vain. Hong Yan stretched out his hand to catch it, but Ma Harrier struggled to peck his hand. Hong Yan's hand immediately shrank back. It was funny when he retracted it, and he was frightened by a flat-haired animal.

"Little cub, don't move!" Stops could be heard in the distance.

Can Hong Yan be stopped by a shouting from an unknown person? Without allowing the harrier to react, he quickly pressed his left hand on the back of his neck, holding his right wing with his right hand, and then holding his left wing with his left hand. With a slight force, the harrier couldn't move, and he didn't care about the person who made a sound.

Sanxiao immediately gathered around and looked at the big bird curiously. I discussed it just now, but I didn't expect to catch one in just a while. Hong Yan is also laughing, sparrowhawks are also eagles, raising birds to play! However, his good mood was interrupted.