Wang Jin sat there alone looking at the pile of mushrooms, and his heart was inexplicably touched. Abba Song took away the mushrooms in front of Wang Jin's eyes, and Wang Jin was still in a daze. It wasn't until a smell of meat entered his nose that he came back to his senses. I saw four old people, who were already ready to eat.

Wang Jin also walked to the fire, Uncle Baiwang handed him two mountain frogs, Wang Jin opened his mouth and bit it, and the burnt frog meat slipped into his throat when he entered his mouth, and Wang Jin exhaled straight away. Uncle Baiwang laughed: Slow down, slow down. You eat it like this, and you delay this delicacy in vain. Chew slowly, that's what is called enjoyment. Wang Jin ate mountain frogs and stewed beans with mushrooms. The day's work was worth it for him at this time.

After eating, Uncle and Uncle Song fetched water again. After boiling water, Uncle Wang began to chat with Wang Jin: Have you heard the story of Shennong's ancestors? Of course, Wang Jin has heard of this.

However, he knew that Uncle Wang must have a deep meaning when he spoke at this time, so he said: I have heard it, I have heard it, is there any truth in this story? Uncle Wang nodded: Grandpa Shennong tasted herbs. This Shennong, he is our ancestor, and no one doesn't respect him, right? didn't wait for Wang Jin to answer, so he continued: But this Shennong Ye is also a human. Don't look at such a simple story, there are many things that can make you realize for a lifetime. Your uncle, Xiao Song and Baiwang have great hopes for you. Your grandfather is an old man, and he also has a great kindness to me. Baby, listen to me, don't despise what your ancestors left behind.

Wang Jin looked at the reflection of the firelight, Uncle Wang's haggard face was full of wrinkles, and he felt sad for a while, feeling that these years were unforgiving. But I heard Uncle Wang say again: If you want to achieve great things, you must first see how many catties and taels you are. Let's be grateful to Shennong, not just to his old man for his courage. If you have courage and no wisdom, you can only be a fool who does stupid things, you know?

Wang Jin nodded.

Uncle Wang took a sip of tea and continued: Everything has to be taught by others, so this person can only be an ordinary man in the end, and he can't do anything earth-shattering. Not everyone can be as smart as Shennongye. Just has Grandpa Shennong's heart, but doesn't have Grandpa Shennong's wisdom, then he would have died a few hundred years ago, do you understand? Wang Jin agreed and nodded again.

Uncle Wang was silent for a while, and then continued: I heard your uncle tell me about our Wang family. You took the post of your ancestors, and you have heard the story of our Wang family.

Of course, Wang Jin remembered the story vividly, and hurriedly said: Listen. Uncle Wang sat up and put his hands in his hands, and his expression began to focus: When I was a child, my father told me that the doctor who walked the foot was in prison, how did he teach our grandfather, you must not know this.

When Wang Jin heard Uncle Wang say this, he knew that this must be very important, and his ears were straight to listen, waiting for Uncle Wang to continue: Everyone else thought that this doctor passed on to Grandpa Taizu what a great secret book was. Later, some people knew about this and chased and killed Grandpa Taizu all the way. His group of brothers was left with few left. The doctor told Zhang Xianzhong that he wanted to practice his nose and could smell the rain news after 3 days and the thunder on the 10th, which was true. That's to save 100 people's lives, not to accumulate any merit, it means just like a few of us who are useless to take you out, everything is learned by doing, you know? If you don't listen and don't practice, you can't get on your body, and it's useless. Actually, the doctor only told us a story, and that's it, my child.

When Wang Jin heard this, he couldn't imagine it. Just "ah": Is this the story of Shennong tasting a hundred herbs?

Uncle Wang's eyes narrowed: No, what's wrong! Grandpa Taizu was born in a military and knew some martial arts. The kung fu of cultivating the nose is the basic kung fu of Taoist cultivation. From the Qing Dynasty to the previous dynasty, the Ming Taizu, the founder of the Ming Dynasty, was a monk. Since ancient times, monks have different paths, and many Taoist masters at that time were forced to hide in the mountains. Originally, the ancestors had a lot of peculiar skills, but they disappeared in the mountains and forests with these people. The doctor didn't know which sect it was, but in troubled times, he couldn't stay in the mountains. This is the only way to come out and let the world see it. The doctor's guidance to Grandpa Taizu is actually just this story. However, outsiders don't believe it when they hear it. Our grandfather, as long as the master points out the direction, the rest of the things will be understood by turning the books yourself. The rest of this doesn't really matter. You can get past the mushroom level on your own, and you'll be on your way in no time. Hehe, I thought I was so smart when I was younger, but to be honest, I'm not as good as you, boy. As for how much you can have our grandfather, it depends on your creation.

Before going to bed at night, Uncle used mung beans and something I don't know, and boiled water in a pot to let Wang Jin wash his feet. Seeing that Wang Jin's feet were already blistered, he put the pot on the ground. I went to talk to Uncle Wang, they didn't know what to mutter.

Wang Jin is a child in the mountains, and if he has a blister on his foot, it can still be regarded as a thing. I picked the blisters on my feet and wanted to eavesdrop on them. Thinking about the shrewdness of those old guys one by one, forget it.

When I went to the side of my uncle's basket, I saw some things that looked like medicinal herbs that were faintly sprinkled, and I put them in my mouth and tasted them, and it turned out to be licorice. So, I went back and washed my feet and poured out the water. Lie down and sleep. Uncle came to see him for a while, and left without saying a word.

Wang Jin looked up at the stars in the sky, thinking about the mountain road he had walked that day, and now he was dozens of miles away from home. There are a lot of question marks in my heart, where are these old people going to take themselves? See, this is a prepared come. These people don't seem to be strangers to this white pig. But no one said, why is that? Also, when I told myself the story of Shennong, why were I nervous. Then why did Uncle Wang deliberately tell himself the secret of Grandpa Taizu and the doctor in prison, is this all related to the ancestors' stickers? Are these people here for some secret of the clan?

Thinking about it, Wang Jin fell asleep. ‘

As soon as it was dawn in the morning, Wang Jin woke up. In this deep mountain and old forest, it is impossible for people to sleep until three poles above the sun before getting up. Because, all kinds of birds in this forest are the most active during this time. All kinds of chirps echoed through the valley, like a big concert. Wang Jin listened quietly for a while, there were, thrushes, swallows, bamboo pheasants, golden pheasants, etc., I can't count them.

Uncle Baiwang came over, and when he saw him listening to the birdsong, he asked Wang Jin: What did you hear? Wang Jin said: There are many kinds of birds. Uncle Baiwang shook his head: I ask you, do you hear what they say? Wang Jin was very surprised: Can this birdsong still talk to people? Can you understand?

Uncle Baiwang pointed to the east and said, "The birds said that it had rained behind the mountain in the east last night, and it had just stopped now." My feathers are wet, and I have to dry them hard. Wang Jin's eyes widened: Really? Uncle Piovan pretended to be mysterious: If you don't believe it, it's fake. If you can understand it, it's very simple. Figure it out for yourself, boy.