In fact, Sanchi has never seen live Cordyceps in the wild.

But he knew that when he turned his head sideways, the little grass erected in front of him, more precisely, the young shoot erected in front of him was Cordyceps.

What a sprout of grass it is!

It is not green, but brown, a shiny brown color that appears because it secretes a little bit of viscous substance from the inside.

Half a little finger is as high, a third as a third, no, a quarter is as thick as a little finger. Sanji is a smart boy, and the scores he just learned, he uses them here.

Yes, it wasn't a grass, it was a brown sprout.

Jelly-like brown grass sprouts. In the winter, a pot of beef bones is boiled and the soup is left overnight, and the next morning it condenses like this: a little transparent, delicate, and seems to break when touched.

Sanji called out in a low voice, "Cordyceps! ”

He looked at the sky, and there was nothing in the sky except for the slightest wisp of clouds that seemed to be about to melt. God did not appear, Bodhisattva did not appear. According to the adults, when a person encounters good luck, it is always the result of the blessing of the gods. Now, at such an important time for Sanchi, God has not appeared. Teacher Dobujie always likes to say very publicly: "Low-key, low-key." These are the words of Mr. Dobujie when another good sentence appears in his composition, and he is about to pat his head while he is overjoyed.

He wanted to go back and say to the teacher: "People are low-key, bless me if I have good luck and don't come out to publicize it." ”

Teacher Dobujie is not like this, while patting his head and saying low-key, he shouted to other teachers in the office: "This doll I taught is a bit of a genius!" ”

Sanji had forgotten about the pain of the fall, and he adjusted his breathing and reached out to Cordyceps.

His hand didn't touch the gel-like shoot, and it retracted.

He blew on his fingertips, like his mother's hands were burned by boiling milk.

He looked more closely, and his field of vision was wider, and he saw that the cordyceps buds were standing on the edge of the residual snow, with white snow on one side and black soil on the other, standing there, like a small pen tip.

He rolled over, knelt on the ground, and began to dig directly with his hands, and the cordyceps roots under the tips of the buds were gradually revealed. It was a worm lying on its side. The fat white body has a circle of knots that need to be used to help when the insect moves and needs to arch the body a little bit. He used his mouth to blow away the floating soil on the Cordyceps, and the thin tail of the insect was exposed.

Now, the whole cordyceps plant is in his hands.

He held it in the palm of his hand and looked closely at it to see a brown grass sprout from the tip of the lying insect.

It's a beautiful and wonderful little life.

This is a cordyceps plant that can be exchanged for money. One cordyceps plant can be exchanged for thirty yuan. For 30 yuan, you can buy two packs of bone pain plasters for your grandmother's sick joints, or you can buy a discounted Li Ning brand T-shirt for your sister, pink or pure white. When my sister wears this T-shirt to gym class, she will make those handsome boys with long curls whistle at her.

The father said that when he dug up a cordyceps, he would say to the mountain god, "I'm sorry I took away the treasure you hid." ”

Sanji also had a little little bit in his heart, yes, tangled. It's a word that Mr. Namu likes to use, and it's also a word that the students in the city schools he borrowed from. Tangled.

Sanchi was indeed a genius, and once he saw his mother spinning the wool yarn into a ball, and the family cat stretched out her paws to make a mess of the ball, he suddenly understood the word. He picked up the cat and watched his mother desperately face the messy thread, and when he didn't know where to start, he suddenly understood the word and blurted out: "Tangled! ”

His mother was startled and smacked him, "I'm shocked, the one-legged ghost is possessed!" ”

Sanchi is indeed a bit tangled now. Whether to see this cordyceps as a beautiful life or as thirty yuan is not a problem at all for most Chinese, but it is often a problem for people on this grassland.

Killing a life and thirty dollars will cause them to have a tangle in their hearts.

However, as some lamas say, in today's world, people are just a little entangled, and then they will still exchange a small life for money.

Sanji put the cordyceps aside and pouted his ass and crawled on the damp dry grass that had just thawed, carefully searching for the next cordyceps.

It wasn't long before he made a new discovery.

It's another Cordyceps plant.

It's another Cordyceps plant.

On this grassy slope, he found a total of fifteen cordyceps.

Thinking about it, this would make four hundred and fifty dollars, and Sanji would have to hum a song. Lying on the grass all the time, his knees were soon wet from the awakened frozen ground. His eyes were filled with tears in search of the short, tiny cordyceps buds. Some larks that had built their nests under the dead grass were startled by him, and they were unhappy to go up and down above his head, chirping.

Compared to other birds, the skylark's flying posture is a bit ridiculous. Straight up and straight down, like a stone, a ball of mud, being thrown up and down, falling and throwing. Sanchi stood up and threw his arms back like wings. He rushed down the hill in this position. He does a hovering stance, he does a diving stance. What he meant by this was to say to the lark who protested to him, "Why don't you fly in such a beautiful manner?" ”

The lark ignored him and fell back into the grass, fluffing his feathers and absorbing the warmth of the sun.

It seemed to these larks that this little beast-like child was equally ridiculous, and he made a flying gesture, but was forever confined to running the ground, snorting and panting, like a clumsy marmot.

On this day, Sanchi did not meet any new Cordyceps.

He was already satisfied, and he had no intention of encountering new Cordyceps.

Fifteen, four hundred and fifty dollars!

He didn't go up the hill again, but strode along the great road that winded through the hills. The sun was strong, shining on the streams on the roadside and the melting ice in the swamps. The black soil of the grassland, which is thawing at an accelerated rate, exudes an increasingly strong earthy smell. Some yak heads lean against the exposed rocks and lick the salts that come out.

After walking more than twenty miles, he arrived home.

A new village, a new village established after the implementation of the pastoral settlement scheme. Exactly the same house. On the front is a door, and on either side of the door are two windows, indicating that it is three rooms, and then, on the left or right, the house turns a corner, and another room comes out. There were twenty-six or seven of these houses, forming a new village. In order to protect the water source of the upper reaches of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River, the herdsmen did not graze their herds, or only let a little pasture, my father said: "It's like living in the city." ”

Sanji did not refute his father, but he did not agree with his statement in his heart, how could it be like in the city when twenty or thirty families got together? The township government where he went to school has a health center, a school, a car repair shop, an Internet café, three ramen restaurants, a Tibetan restaurant, a Sichuan restaurant, a barber shop, two supermarkets, and a monastery. Even if you live there, it's not "like living in the city." Because there are no schools with plastic runways, libraries, no cinemas, no squares, no hotels, no overpasses, no street gangs in movies, no traffic lights and traffic police, what kind of city is this? The people of these settlements are just idle and stupid, reciting six-character proverbs from time to time. It wasn't until the north wind receded and the southeast wind brought warmth, waking up the earth, melting the ice and snow, and the Cordyceps season arrived, and people who had fallen asleep woke up.

Sanchi didn't want to spoil his father's hallucinations with these words.

He just said in his heart that just staying still and taking a small government living allowance was not a life like living in the city.

A satellite television antenna was installed on the roof of each house, and every night when the TV was turned on, the local TV station could be seen broadcasting a TV series translated into Tibetan, and my father and mother would sit down over tea and watch the stories of the people in the Chinese-speaking city. They just don't get it.

The TV series is over, and the two of them lie in the quilt to express their feelings.

The mother's question was: "What is the reason for those people who eat well, dress well, don't work, and look very worried, tired, and unhappy?" ”

When Sanchi heard this, he would say in his heart, "Because you are not from the city, and you do not understand the life of the city." ”

Every year when the spring flowers bloom, tourists from big cities will appear on the grassland, in groups, self-driving, as travel friends, these city people say: "Ah, to such a place, how relaxed the body and mind are!" ”

This is to say, when they play in the city, they don't play, they don't relax, they only play when they go to the grassland. But he didn't want to tell his father everything he knew. He knew that his father and mother had sent his sister and his sister to school in order to give them a better life, not to let them go home to show off their knowledge over their parents.

What my father couldn't figure out was a kind of TV series about war: "It's easier for those people to kill people than we used to hunt!" It's not that easy to kill! ”

"That's killing Japanese devils!" Mother said.

The father retorted: "Is it easier to kill a Japanese devil than a hare?" ”

At this time, he didn't want to tell his father that this was a show of patriotism by the person who wrote the TV series. He had seen TV series directors and stars talk about why they were patriotic.

If you tell him that this is patriotism, maybe one day he will think about it, and he will ask Sanchi: "So, is this doctrine you are talking about different from communism and individualism?" Or was it originally the same? ”

He didn't want his father to get himself into such a tangled topic.

Now, the truant kid is coming home. He walked across the temporary bridge over the stream and onto the hardened concrete pavement of the village.

Grandma sat in the door basking in the sun, and saw him from a long distance.

She put her hand on her forehead to shield herself from the sun, and watched her grandson cross the bridge over the stream and approach her, her toothless mouth grinning, and the wrinkles on her bronzed face stretched.

Sanji put his forehead against his grandmother's forehead and said, "Smell me!" ”

Grandma touched her nose, meaning that this old nose couldn't smell anything.

Sanji felt that he was carrying fifteen cordyceps in his arms, and those cordyceps, half of which were insects and half grass, and at the same time exuded the smell of insects and grass sprouts, and grandma should have smelled it, but grandma touched her nose and said that she didn't smell anything.

There was no one in the house.

Both father and mother went to the village council for a meeting.

He got some food for himself, a piece of air-dried meat, a handful of finely chopped cheese, and walked to the village committee while eating. At this time, the meeting of the village committee had already been dissolved. The men sat in the courtyard of the village council and continued to chat. The women scattered and went home.

Sanchi ran into his mother head-on.

His mother didn't give him a good look, so she reached out and grabbed his ear: "You skipped school!" ”

He pulled the placket of the leather robe open: "Smell the smell!" ”

The mother ignored it: "The principal called the village chief, you skipped school!" ”

Sanji pulled the placket of his robe a little more open and whispered to his mother, "Cordyceps." Cordyceps! ”

The mother listened to him until she was far away from the women who had come to watch, until she pulled him into her own house. "Cordyceps, Cordyceps, I'm afraid others won't hear it!"

Sanji rubbed his somewhat hot ears and put the cordyceps in his arms into a blue and white dragon-patterned bowl on the table. He took out seven more from the bowl containing fifteen cordyceps and put them in another bowl: "This is grandma's, this is my sister's." ”

There was an extra one in the bowl on one side, and he picked it out and put it in the palm of his hand, saying, "That's fair." He looked at the one in his hand, and it was indeed a little lonely, so he took out one from each of the bowls. Now, there were six in each bowl, and three in the palm of his hand, and he said, "This is mine." ”

The mother wiped away her tears: "Sensible Sanchi, poor Sanchi." ”

The mother used the same simple words as the women in the village, and when she said pity, it meant cute. Therefore, the tears of mother's emotion and pity made Sanji very useful.

The mother changed her tone and told Sanchi in the same tone as she would an adult: "The village has just held a meeting, and tomorrow we can go up the mountain to dig Cordyceps." This year, we will organize pickets to guard the road into the mountain, and no outsiders will be allowed to dig up the cordyceps on our mountain. Your father is going to join the pickets, and if you don't come back, our family won't be able to earn much money this year. ”

Mother pointed to the lower left side of the stove, where the white cloth tent for going out had been tied.

Sanji felt that it was the right thing to do to skip school and come back, and he couldn't help but hold up his little child's chest.

Sanji asked, "Abba drank with those people again?" ”

The mother said, "He went up the mountain to look for the flower face and the white hoof." ”

The flower face and white hoof are the two yaks that carry things at home.

"I'm going to go up the mountain with you to dig Cordyceps!"

The mother said, "Your father has left a word, and let your nose wait." ”

Sanji knew that his truant father was going to punish him by pulling his nose, so he said, "Then I'm going to hide my nose." ”

The mother said, "Then find a groundhog hole, and hide as deep as possible!" ”

Sanchi is not afraid. If the father stays and makes the ass wait, that is the real punishment. Pulling your nose, that's the little meaning, the little meaning of pain and love.

Abba brought back the cow's face and white hoof from the slope and did not pull his nose. He only said, "Give me back to school tomorrow." ”

Sanji retorted: "I just skipped fifty days of school, and they can't surpass me!" ”

"The principal is so good, I can't help but listen to him when I make a phone call in person."

Sanji thought for a moment: "I write a letter to the principal. ”

He literally took out his notebook from his bag and sat down to write to the principal. In fact, he wrote to Teacher Dobujie: "Teacher Dobujie, I will definitely be able to score 100 points." Help me ask the principal for a cordyceps leave. My grandma is sick. My sister doesn't have nice clothes to go to school. Today I saw Cordyceps, a living Cordyceps, just like a living life. I know I'm making a mistake. When I come back, you can punish me for standing in class. I stood for as many days as I skipped class. I know it's not a low profile. In order to protect the grassland, our family has no more cattle. We only have five cows left in our family, two pack cows and three cows. You can only make money by digging Cordyceps. ”

He folded the letter into the shape of a paper crane and wrote the words "Received by Teacher Dobujie" on his wings.

His father watched him do all this with sophistication and composure, and his eyes shone with adoration.

The father was careful and said, "Then I'll go and give this to the village chief." ”

He said, "Okay, just give it to the village chief and ask him to ask someone to take it to the school." ”

It was Sanchi's first day of skipping school.

That night, he couldn't sleep. He listened to his father and mother whispering about himself, saying that the gods were watching over them and blessed them with a beautiful daughter and such a wise and sensible son. The government said that the settlement and the herders had a new life. The family slept in separate rooms. Still, they like to sleep by the warm fire as a family. During the day, futons are spread out on the beds in the various rooms. In the evening, they took out the bedding and spread it on the floor by the fire. Adults sleep on the left and children on the right. Father and mother said enough was enough, and mother came over and got under Sanchi's quilt. Mother held him and let his head rest on her chin. She still smells of her father. Her embrace was warm and soft.