The time for fun is short. Well, with the attraction of good toys, time flies. Lao Zu also felt a lot more relaxed, and he was no longer as noisy as you cried in the past. Lunch is made by my mother in the morning, and the mung bean porridge that is boiled does not need to be warmed by another fire. Porridge lives up to its name, and according to the standards of later generations, it can only be regarded as eating "full of water". Taking advantage of the three naps, Hong Yan also lay down to rest. The strange dream began again, running and not being able to find his way home, until he woke up tired and sweaty.

He had to get up and wipe his sweat with a towel, but he sweated a lot, and his body was sticky, which made him uncomfortable. Just take a shower and wake up. Hong Yan placed a large wooden basin in the open space behind the kitchen and scooped in a few scoops of water. The body is small and just sits in the wooden basin, washing with his hands. Oh no, there is a black shadow on the upper and lower abdomen, oh, it's a gray faint spot.

Something is wrong. How can there be ash after rinsing? Hong Yan looked at the dark patches, faint, and it was really not easy to see if he didn't pay attention. Wiped it, it was still there, obviously not ash. It's impossible for this cold water to burn your skin, right? There is no birthmark in this part in my memory, and it is not painful or itchy, and there is no discomfort.

It's weird!

Hong Yan touched the patch, and was about to rub it hard, but there was a flower in front of him. Hong Yan was confused, and the dream reappeared. The bathtub is gone, and I am standing naked in front of a tree, yes, a tree, a peach tree, and a bowl of peaches on it, just like the queen mother's peach on TV.

Hong Yan looked at the lonely peach tree, the branches were luxuriant, and then looked around, it was a platform, and then there was a cliff outside. It's a little familiar, and after turning around, "the cake seller", the surroundings are really the last time I saw them on the flying stone in my previous life. This is the top of the beam of the cave mountain, but it's just a flying stone? Something strange. Well, let's look into the distance. The difference is that the slopes of Jianshan and Mt. Wolsan are covered with lush trees until the summit, and there are no common bamboo forests or the existence of such "human" shaped roofs. There was silence, not a sound. The east and west ravines are also full of plants, green and lush.

I dreamed, and I must have dreamed again. Hong Yan rubbed his eyes, but the reality of taking a bath just now made him not sure? Is it reality or a dream?

The west and south sides of Dongshan Liang are also vegetated, and they are dotted with flowers. There are no tall trees on the opposite hillside across the river, but they are full of green and verdant. The temperature is suitable, neither hot nor cold. The air is so fresh, refreshing, refreshing to every pore, down to the bottom of my heart. Hong Yan originally felt that when he returned to the countryside, he felt the fresh air in his face, which was a new experience that he did not have in the city, but compared to this time, the difference was too far.

The flat Hongjiaba has no vegetation and is swarthy. The more than 20 acres of weir ponds and small streams are extremely clear, but there is no sign of river flow.

It's just that...... What is this place? How did I come to Dongshan Liang again? It's also different from what I've seen before. Why is it uninhabited? There was really no sound, and it was eerily quiet.

If you don't understand, you don't want to think about it for the time being, the peach in front of you is still very tempting. This season the peach is already on the market. Who planted this peach? It's okay to pick one and eat it, right? However, before he started, Hong Yan still yelled: "Is there anyone? "No response. I looked at it, the ripe peaches, all of them are about the same size, just as good-looking, slanderous. He picked one and held it in the palm of his hand, one was more than a catty, and carefully peeled off a little skin, the peach flesh was crystal clear, and he had never seen it before. Take a sip, the juice flows horizontally, there is no tendon, sweet, fragrant, refreshing, full of peach flavor. Hong Yan raised the peach, raised his head, sucked it slowly, and sucked the peach in one go, and his stomach was full again. The peach pit is smaller than normal, can this peach pit be planted? Hong Yan threw it under the tree.

After eating the peach, the little belly is bulging. The mung bean porridge at noon is almost digested. Wiping his mouth, Hong Yan felt warm, and his mind came back, how should I go back? Look at the lower abdomen again, the dark spots are still there, and I touched it. Hey, how did you get back to the tub? Is it possible to get in and out by touching this dark spot? Hong Yan went back and forth between the wooden basin and the Dongshan beam several times, and finally settled down. There was a sour smell, Hong Yan sniffed it, there was a thin layer of oil sludge on his body, he was stunned for a while, and judged that it was because of the peach.

I washed it with the water in the wooden basin, but it still smelled faintly. When I scooped the water again, I felt that a full scoop of water was quite relaxing. After rinsing it off, Hong Yan found that his skin had turned white, and there was no trace of the scar that had been scratched by the rice leaves yesterday. Try to fill the bucket and he can lift it too, but it's a bit of a struggle. A bucket of water weighs forty or fifty pounds. In other words, a peach changes a lot to him.

Accidentally reborn, from the bottom of his heart, Hong Yan was full of expectations and was unwilling. Is this a compensation for welfare?

He went into the house to see his younger siblings, who were still asleep. Zuzu was in the front room, and his grandfather was in the bamboo forest under the dam. Take this opportunity to explore the secrets of the body as quickly as possible.

Recalling the gray spots, there is a copper coin in size, the shape of which looks like a boulder on the top of Dongshan Liang, is it related to it? A huge carry-on space, against the sky.

Hong Yan is also a university teacher, and he pays more attention to new things, so he has some understanding of the newly emerging Internet. What is "overhead", "urban romance", "fantasy", in a word, it is YY. Adventures are always a gimmick. Adventures are often the beginning of stories. However, those pig's feet are very young and handsome, and he agrees with him very much when he is young, but when it comes to being handsome, he doesn't have much to do with Hong Yan. In Hong Yan's opinion, those are all illusory, but today it really happened to me Hong Yan. Will it change its life against the sky, "let go of the king's eight spirits", "lift the tiger's body", and wealth and power will come one after another? Well, if the little brother is shadowy, it will be cool to be surrounded by royal sisters, mature women, and Lori.

If anyone sees Hong Yan's situation, they must be ashamed. Why? He sat on a small stool at the back of the kitchen, unbuttoned his boxers, and looked at the gray spots on his lower abdomen. Unknowingly, he thought he was exploring the mysteries of the human body and studying the little brother.

In the confusion of his thinking, Hong Yan thought of the gray spots, concentrated his mind, and went directly into the space, and sat back on the stool in a thought. It's convenient, if you touch it, what kind of system.

The temperature in the space is more suitable, and the lonely peach tree on the beam of the cave mountain is more eye-catching. Hong Yan circled around the peach tree, and there were 35 more on the tree, plus the one that had just been picked, for a total of 36. Why didn't you notice this tree in your dreams?

The air is fresh and refreshing. Hong Yan looked out from the top of the mountain, the space was almost bounded by those peaks not far away, and the farther away was blurred, and the Dongshan Liang was located in the southeast of the center. Hongyan goes north along the remaining veins of Dongshan Liang, the closer to Jianshan, the denser the woods, and there are faintly thick and thin giant trees in the middle, but I don't know what kind of varieties they are. When I was a child, I took a break in the courtyard dam, and I heard my grandfather and grandmother say that before the liberation, there were big trees on the big mountains of Yueshan Jianshan, and the thickest one was a dustpan, that is, more than 1 meter in diameter. At that time, my grandfather followed his father to the market to sell baskets, and when he got home, the road was gloomy, so he walked all the way shouting and causing the dogs to bark all the way. It is said that the "People's Commune", especially the "Great Iron and Steel Making", cut down all the trees. In Hong Yan's childhood memory, there are occasionally a few tall, straight and thick cypress trees, which are very eye-catching. Well, it looks like there was one on the top of the collapsed arch bridge yesterday. But by the time Hong Yan was a teenager, there were only trees the thickness of the bowl mouth at most, and they only existed on the edge of Tiankangou, and the number was extremely limited. I didn't expect there to be such a giant tree in the space.

The space was too quiet, and Hong Yan was not used to walking in the woods. He retreated, thinking that it would be better to study the vicinity of the main peak first. Returning to the saddle of the cave mountain, he turned to the west of the mountain and walked forward, looking west from the top of the mountain, the slopes of the mountain were very beautiful. Among the green leaves, red, yellow, white, and pink flowers are clustered and clustered, and they are colorful. However, it is a little different from the usual ones, such as the green of the leaves, the brightness of the flowers, and the extraordinary products at first glance, they can't be named. "People pass among the flowers, and the leaves do not stick to the body", Hong Yan did not rush to identify these flowers, and there will be time in the future.

After all, Hong Yan has been studying in school, and later he has been working in school, so he doesn't have much leisure to walk birds and raise flowers. His limited understanding of flowers and plants is first of all the ones he dealt with when he was a child, and then the ones that are often planted on campus, and then what spider plants, junzi orchids, iron trees, youth trees, mast flowers, rubber trees, etc., and the others are what flowers are occasionally seen in newspapers or on TV, but he doesn't pay much attention to them. In a way, he is also par blind.

Hong Yan walked south along the western foot of the mountain, and the water of the weir pond at the foot of the mountain was crystal clear, the pond was calm, and there was no living life in it. He crouched on the edge of the pool, holding up the water. The water is clear, slightly sweet in the mouth, and then the whole body is soothing, which is much better than the so-called deep underground mineral water outside. The flat land of Hongjiaba is right in front of you, this land is really big enough, the black and loose soil, you can see that it is fat and oily at a glance. Hong Yan also didn't understand why there were no plants growing on the Hongjia Dam and why there were no fish in the weir pond. "Is it true that when the water is clear, there are no fish?" But the land can't be left in vain, let's see if we can grow things on this land.

Turn further south and east, and this side is south of Dongshan Liang. The plants here are different from those in the west, not like the usual flowers and plants, but like medicinal herbs. Hong Yan recognized the past step by step, and there were a few common ones such as Huangjing, Salvia, and Codonopsis, but the vast majority of them were not seen in Shuchuan Province. In fact, these kinds that Hong Yan recognizes are planted by people in his hometown, so he can know them. Such a good space to plant some ordinary Chinese medicinal materials is a waste! Maybe the quality of the medicinal materials in this should be better.

He climbed to the top of the hill again, and there were several plants with flowers and bones next to the cave on the western slope. Hong Yan's heart suddenly jumped uncompetitively, it's too familiar, the kind of picture that is often seen on movies and TV, isn't that ginseng? It's not just one plant, it's a piece.

Ginseng, commonly known as "mallet", is a perennial herb of the family Eleutaceae, which is one of the important specialties of our country, and is also a well-known precious medicinal material at home and abroad, and is known as the "king of herbs".

Isn't ginseng grown in the Northeast? The Three Treasures of the Northeast, why did you come here, could it have been planted by someone? Counting the leaves, it is basically 30 palm-shaped compound leaves, and the age is not short. Hong Yan lived for 35 years in his previous life, and this ginseng has grown for at least 35 years, maybe more than 100 years or thousands of years. Millennial ginseng, halo, is it "the living dead, flesh and bones"? Hong Yan's mind couldn't turn. The preciousness of ginseng is naturally known to Hong Yan

Purple leaves, is it purple ginseng? I don't think I've heard of it! Among them, each has a ginseng plant that is particularly conspicuous, and the leaf surface seems to have a faint halo.

With such a large space, there is something in it that is not worth making a fuss about, Hong Yan slowly calmed down and walked out of the space in a flash. Unfortunately, there are no watches or other timekeeping tools to check whether the time inside and outside the space is consistent.

Forehead drop god! Hong Yan is like in a dream, and his calves are as soft as stepping on the clouds. Rao is Hong Yan's psychology, and he can't calm down at this time.

The old house I live in now is "fighting local tyrants and dividing real estate". The original owner was also a small landowner, and it is said that there were only more than 80 acres of good paddy fields and more than 200 acres of soil, that is, mountainous land. I now own almost more land than the entire brigade, not a landlord, but a big landlord, a big landlord. If this is put aside before and after liberation, will it be peeled and removed by the dictatorship?

Is Hong Yan afraid? Of course you won't be afraid, it's a secret, a big secret, a secret that only you know. And in himself, no one knows if he doesn't say it. Well, the huge space has to have a name, what is it called? Shangri-La? Mr. Tao Yuanming's expectations. A place for everyone. In the previous life, when the last time I climbed the flying stone, my nephew and niece joked that it was the "five-color stone" left by Nuwa to make up the sky, or should it be called the five-color stone? But I didn't see the color. Since there are already artificially planted trees, ginseng, etc. in the space, it must be done by immortals, so it is called "fairy garden". It's a good name, although it's a bit vulgar, it's just a codename.