Chapter 12 Anise and Tap Water

The three of them walked for an hour or so before they heard the sound of rushing water, and Orion said that Xiaotan was about to arrive. Last year, the path in the mountains has been paved with vines of various plants, only the smooth stones that have been stepped on can show that this was once a road, and the hunters use a sickle in front to open the way, every summer, in order to facilitate everyone's bathing, the village will always organize a group of villagers to clean this road below, this year is not yet time. Lu Xun said that there is no road in the world, and when there are more people, there will be a road; But there are some roads when we don't walk for a long time, and the years will erase even the traces of walking, and it turns out that time is really the knife that kills pigs......

The small pool finally arrived, hidden in the green, a white ribbon-like stream continued to pour the spring into it, the foam tumbling up and down will disappear without a trace after a while, the lake of thirty or fifty square meters is not big, but it is very clear, the water of the pool is very clear, you can see the bottom of the various colored gravel at a glance, a few small fish shuttle among them.

The eldest grandson threw a stone into the water, and with a pop, the water surface rippled, and it took a long time to calm down, judging by the sound, the pool was still relatively deep, and the edge of the pool was covered with green moss, and Orion said that it was very slippery, so don't step on it easily.

The three of them raised a fire to prepare to boil water, the mountains in April and May were neither hot nor cold, and the temperature was the most suitable, but Changsun Tang obviously felt that the average temperature in Datang was obviously higher, which was also consistent with the actual situation.

The three of them rested for a while, and Orion went to the mountains to check the traps, and the eldest grandson turned around the small pool.

Changsun Tang originally planned to explore the source of the pond, but he gave up this idea when he saw the tender green vines winding around, each of us hopes to succeed, but the thorns on the road to success are not all able to be cut off, because most people have a name to be an ordinary person, so far, Changsun Tang can only be regarded as one of the ordinary people with small achievements.

The eldest grandson, who retreated to the waterhole, took a nap, and unconsciously fell asleep, and when he woke up, the sun had begun to turn west. I wanted to take a bath, but after touching the water temperature, I gave up. The idle eldest grandson began to wander around again, although there is no need for any tickets for tourism now, but the development of scenic spots is far from being as good as in later generations, which may be a gain and a loss.

The good body that Changsun Tang usually practiced now comes in handy, and it is easy to climb to the edge of the slippery waterfall, the water here is really good, cool and cool, which will definitely be moved by the "porters of nature" to sell for money in the future, how good it would be if he drank such water every day, people are always like this, even if we have a bear's paw, still go back and miss the taste of fish.

An idea suddenly popped into the mind of the eldest grandson, and many farmers in the mountain villages of later generations took this kind of mountain spring water to their homes, and used this kind of water for washing and cooking. If you use bamboo to open up the joints is a natural water pipe, you can replace it if it is broken, there are a few low-lying places in the middle with tree trunk support to erect it, as for the connection of the joint, a high end is exposed outside, you might as well think about it, this is also the good quality of Changsun Tang, go down the mountain and immediately discuss with the village chief, the only difficulty is that the road is far.

On the way down the mountain, Changsun Tang has been thinking about the tap water, if it weren't for Zhang Zhong being reminded at any time, he wouldn't have known how many falls he had, so he still looked absent-minded.

Accidentally, the sole of my foot slipped a little, but fortunately I grabbed a small tree in my hand and didn't fall. The vast primeval forest, every autumn, will fall a thick layer of leaves, turning into black soil to continue to nourish this forest, endlessly, the eldest grandson stepped on this thick humus layer.

When the eldest grandson stood firm, a small octagonal thing caught his attention, and the small black fruit divided into eight petals, but the fragrance was long gone. Changsun Yu, who often stewed meat, naturally recognized this as star anise, but somehow, the spices that were supposed to live near the Tropic of Cancer grew more than a thousand kilometers north.

The eldest grandson knew the anise, but did not know the anise tree, the three of them were separated and looked around, generally birds do not eat anise, the hunter soon found a tall anise tree on a sunny hillside, the anise at this time was far from mature, the three of them wrote down the location and went down the mountain.

Although the star anise cannot be used, the tap water can be erected, and the wheat will not mature in a month, and there is nothing to do in the village, and the chopping of firewood is generally after the autumn harvest, and after a winter of drying, the firewood in the firewood house can be burned for a year.

After discussing with Village Chief Li, it was decided that in the morning, each family would go out to cut down the bamboo and open the joints, and the eldest grandson would still be his "three-no teacher". In the afternoon, he led the families to open the road for laying water pipes, and dug a ditch where it needed to be buried, and the joints at the junction were directly exposed according to the meaning of Changsun Tang, who knew that the rattan tanned by someone in the village was mixed with an unknown weed, and the effect was not bad. The ancients said that "relying on the mountains to eat the mountains, relying on the water to eat the water" is not to be fooled, backed by the treasure house of the Qinling Mountains, hundreds of years of ancestors have been ready to use a variety of natural products to improve their quality: frying chestnuts with sand, making traps with bamboo and wood to hunt, collecting wild fungus and shiitake mushrooms for salt. Although the accumulation of generations cannot compare with the abundant products of the industrial age, they can also deal with these problems in their own way.

Half a month has passed like this, and the preparations are almost complete, starting from today to lay the water pipes made of bamboo, Changsun Tang decided to stop the five-day class and use these five days to complete this thing.

The bamboo pipe basically walks along the mountain, and when it encounters a high place, it is appropriate to dig a ditch and bury it deeply, and it is even simpler to meet a low-lying area, and it is possible to build a shelf with a few thick branches to make a simple aqueduct.

When the critical moment came, the eldest grandson personally put the first bamboo pipe in the water gathered in advance, and the clear water was left along the bamboo pipe.

The old village chief trembled and took a handful of water with both hands and drank it, the sweet water turned into tears in the corners of his eyes, only the old village chief knew what it meant. Although there is a water source not far away, but it is left from the other side, every time there is a big drought, you can only watch the crops dry up and die but there is no way, now you are not afraid, connect a few more branches, and the hundreds of acres of dry land in the village are not afraid of drought.

After all, the old village chief's tears could not be held back, and they dripped into the sweet mountain spring water......