Uncle Wang should be the earliest, and the older the person, the less he will feel this way. Wang Jin went over to greet him, saw a pile of bamboo shoot skins on the ground, and knew that Uncle Wang had cleaned up those bamboo shoots. I don't know how to eat it today. Think of yesterday's mountain frogs, and now they are still drooling. I helped Uncle Wang pack up his things. The pot was really heavy, but the old man was very stubborn and had to carry it himself. Wang Jin looked at the bamboo tube on the ground, thinking that Uncle Wang still wanted to drink tea, so he found a rope to tie it himself, and wanted to carry it on his back.

Uncle saw it and shook his head again and again. Uncle Wang came over and patted Wang Jin on the shoulder: Child, save effort. There's everything in this mountain. Don't take anything you can't bring with you. Wang Jin is right to think about it, these uncles must have been here, and they were all planned.

And when they had eaten some of their dry provisions, they got up and set out on their way, and continued on their way south.

The white pig was in the basket behind Wang Jin, occasionally "humming", Wang Jin didn't have to worry too much about it, just carefully observed the actions of several uncles. Looking at the "Immortal Peak", it seemed that it was not far away, but it was half a day's road, and the shadow of the "Immortal Peak" did not change at all.

Seeing that the mountain was suddenly steep, Wang Jin knew that today's road must be very hard. It was not until noon that the crowd stopped halfway up the mountain to rest. Abba Song, suddenly said something to Uncle Baiwang, pointed to a bush, and made a gesture. Uncle Baiwang went over, and he didn't know what he picked up and came back, so he showed it to Wang Jin. But it is a trumpet flower that resembles a mandala.

This Wang Jin didn't recognize the flower when he saw it, and when he saw that there were still a few in the grass, he wanted to pick them all up, and knitted a hat for the little white belt, but was stopped by Abba Song. Abba Song came over, took the flower from Uncle Baiwang very carefully, turned it over and showed it to Wang Jin, it turned out that the back of the flower was full of thorns. Abba Song picked up a branch from the ground, poked it a few times on the trumpet flower, and then beckoned Wang Jin to squat down.

Wang Jin didn't know what he was going to sit on, and when he squatted down, he saw an ant nest on the ground. The ant was very large, a wild mountain ant. It is covered in hair, similar to the Japanese humpback ant. Wang Jin has seen a lot, and there is nothing surprising about it, but he saw Abba Song tap it on an ant with a branch. Suddenly the ant spun around as if it were drunk. Only then did Wang Jin understand that he wanted to tell himself that this plant was poisonous.

Abba Song specially instructed Wang Jin: Remember in the future, you must be extra careful about anything you haven't seen. The more unremarkable it is, the more dangerous it is. Snakes, scorpions, and other things that are disgusting to look at, people are naturally careful. Only when you don't think it's dangerous, and you let your guard down, something will happen. This Wang Jin naturally understands. Uncle Baiwang put the remaining trumpet flowers into the bamboo basket behind him, and then smiled mysteriously at Wang Jin, which made Wang Jin confused for a while.

The people ate the dry food and continued to climb up. It didn't take long to reach the ridge. Wang Jin looked around, a little deflated, it turned out that there were four or five such mountains between the Immortal Peak, it seemed that the Immortal Peak was too high. If you don't get closer, you really don't know what's going on. If you can get to the Immortal Peak today, there is no impossibility.

The group continued along the ridge, and by this time had turned to the west. The mountain is surrounded by pine trees more than ten meters high, and occasionally you can pass some maple forests. Sometimes, Abba Song ran to those pine trees and scraped the bark of those pine trees with a firewood knife, and Wang Jin knew that he was collecting rosin.

Rosin has many practical uses. It can be used in medicine, and it is an indispensable chemical raw material for making soap and other things.

Coming to the end of the ridge, there is no way out. Everyone stopped to rest, and Abba Song picked another unknown wildflower from the side and looked there. Wang Jin ran over to ask him if he had discovered anything new. Uncle Song asked Wang Jin: Do you want to have a big meal today?

Of course Wang Jin thought about it, the physical exertion in the past two days was huge, so he said: Eat, of course you have to eat. I just don't know what mountain delicacies I can eat.

Everyone came down from the ridge, and it should have been three o'clock in the afternoon, and Wang Jin could already see that there was a low-lying depression under the mountain. Knowing that if you go down at this time, you will definitely have to camp below. Looking at the sun in the southwest, it is estimated that it will be completely dark below before six o'clock.

It's easy to go up the mountain, but hard to go down. What I said is, don't look at the effort to go up the mountain, this downhill, but it is easy to slip under the feet. If one is careless, he stepped on the air, and falling on his heel is not a joke.

The crowd walked straight for an hour before the ground calmed down. When Wang Jin saw Uncle Wang go to find bamboo to cut again, he knew what he was going to do. Just wait for my uncle to choose a place and find firewood to make a fire by himself. But when he saw Abba Song, he called Uncle and Uncle Baiwang over. After a few words, a few happily recruited themselves, meaning to let themselves pass.

Wang Jin hurriedly ran over, and Uncle Baiwang said: Your Uncle Song also saw the honeycomb.

As soon as he heard the honeycomb, Wang Jin's first reaction was sweet honey. Uncle Song pointed to a forest not far from the guide and said, Over there. Wang Jin put down his things and thought about it. Come to think of it, I didn't bring any protection, and being stung by a wild bee was no joke. If you know that if you ask again, you have to show timidity. So I had to sit down and wait. I saw that a few people were not in a hurry to set up camp, and my uncle only cared about smoking. Soon, when Uncle Wang came back, this time he brought an extra bamboo. Uncle Baiwang went over and took it.

Uncle Cai began to look around for firewood. Wang Jin helped to surround the fire circle, and helped Uncle Wang get the pot out and prepare to find water. was busy working, but was called over by Uncle Baiwang. Uncle Baiwang took out a firewood knife, cut off the bamboo branches, and split them in the middle. I went to the forest on the edge and found some dried rattan, and sat down to rub the rope. Wang Jin understood that he was going to make a bow and arrow, and he would do it himself, so he looked at it carefully.

Uncle and Uncle Wang went to find water, and Abba Song came back from the south and picked out the wild bees that had been black with a stick in his hand. The stinger on the back of this guy's buttocks, stretched and stretched, is scary to look at. What's even more surprising is that the bee's head is almost as big as its body. Uncle Song told Wang Jin to be careful, saying that this is what the old man often calls a "head bee". Soon, Uncle Baiwang's bow had a rudimentary shape.

He took his bow to the fire and roasted it for a while, looking at the arc. He shook it again, and it seemed to be strong enough, so he nodded with satisfaction. After pressing the rattan bowstring, Wang Jin went to pull it, but he didn't pull it. With his own 1.9 meter checkerage, this bow can't be used. Uncle Baiwang took it and easily pulled a full bow. As soon as the bowstring is loosened, you can know that it is full of strength when you listen to the sound.

For the rest of the bamboo, Uncle Baiwang asked Wang Jin to help make bamboo arrows. This Wang Jin also played with it when he was a child, but the arrow that Uncle Baiwang asked for was several times longer than the one he originally made. Wang Jin was sweating all over, and only made two. Uncle Baiwang took out two pheasant feathers from the bamboo basket, black and white. It turned out to be the tail of the bamboo chicken that I caught at noon yesterday, and I didn't pay attention to Uncle Baiwang putting it away.

It was all dark, the water on the fire was already boiling, and Uncle Wang went to make tea for Uncle Wang. got up and came to Wang Jin and Uncle Baiwang and asked them: Do you want to go? That obviously means hunting. Wang Jin looked at the bow and knew that Uncle Baiwang was going to make a bigger prey today, but he didn't know what it would be.

Uncle Baiwang said: I'll go alone. Uncle nodded and went to find Abba Song. Wang Jin was a little disappointed, and saw Uncle Baiwang take out the trumpet flowers from the bamboo basket, dip them on the tip of the arrow, and then said to Wang Jin: If you have a chance in the future, you can try it yourself. You've seen all the secrets here, and whether you can use the aura or not, that's your business. Wang Jin nodded.