I got out of school early at noon on Saturday, and after a hurried lunch, I carried a hoe, a basket on my back, and a firewood knife, and took advantage of this sunny day after the rain to dig bamboo shoots and pick up mushrooms. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The day after tomorrow is my mother's birthday, I want to dig up a few young bamboo shoots, pick up some fresh mushrooms, and take advantage of tomorrow's Sunday to send them to my mother to try.

This year's spring came early. Half a month has passed since the beginning of spring during the Spring Festival, and as soon as the fifteenth Yuan Xiao Festival of the first month passes, the sixteenth is the sting. In the Spring Festival, the rain has already greened the earth, the new leaves are dyed green, the buds are green, and the wildflowers on the mountain are competing for beauty, and they are blooming purple and red.

The bamboo forest is very quiet, the sloping slope is covered with withered bamboo leaves, the weeds and artemisia in the east and west are tender and lovely, and there are old traces of winter bamboo shoots dug up from time to time, and there are also fresh mounds and small holes that have been dug up a few days ago. Occasionally, you can see fallen fresh bamboo shoots.

I picked the green bamboos, followed the direction of the low hanging of the bamboo tips, looked at the places where there were many digging marks in previous years, estimated the direction of the bamboo roots, and carefully inspected the ground for small cracks and protrusions. And swing the hoe at anything suspicious.

When I finally dug up the first bamboo shoot, I breathed a sigh of relief. Everything is difficult at the beginning, and then it will be much smoother, more than an hour later, I harvested seven or eight young bamboo shoots of all sizes, it is estimated that there are more than ten catties, look at the sky, and decide to go to the side of the fir tree mountain to try their luck to see if they can find wild mushrooms.

I rested on a hoe and leaned on a bamboo tree the size of a rice bowl. Through the overlapping bamboo leaves, most of the village below is visible. The green maple mountain is connected to the high Yunding Mountain, the reservoir with a brown and yellow waterline soaked in the mountains, the tall and low, scattered green tile and earthen wall courtyards, the bluestone wharf, the locomotive and ship moored at the wharf, and the moving figures of the old and the young, all of which are like a beautiful picture, harmonious and quiet.

"There are so many delicate mountains, leading countless heroes to bend their waists." The great man's verses unconsciously burst into his mind. The villagers of Xinghua Village are not heroes, but they are all working hard for their hometown to be more beautiful and rich, sweating to their heart's content, but the world does not turn with people's wishes, and there are vicissitudes behind the prosperity!

This is not the feeling that a twelve-year-old boy should have, but it was imposed on me by Mr. Lao Shu and drunkards for more than half a year. It was their words and deeds that made me grow up quickly, and I spied into the adult mind too early, and it was obvious that I was more mature than my peers.

In the past year, our Xinghua Village has not been peaceful. The first half of the year was quite acceptable, since Xiao Liu Xing drowned on the dock in May, followed by Liu Liyang, Liu Shengtang's father and son, and Gui's father died one after another. Later, the clay kiln where Secretary Liu's house fired bricks and tiles collapsed, Zeng Qingfu died, and Liu Yinghua was injured. Later, Tan Gusen and Wang Xiaoying died violently, Zeng Xianjing died suddenly in October, and Chen Shanzhu gave birth to his wife in November, with one corpse and two lives. Layue is the most terrifying, six of them died when the boat capsized, although they were not from Xinghua Village, but they died at the boundary of Xinghua Village.

In addition to these deaths, there are no less than ten people who have fallen seriously ill, of course, including Zeng Mengchun and Zhang Shishan, as well as my own inexplicable lethargy.

It can be said that throughout the second half of the year, our Xinghua Village was shrouded in the breath of death, and everyone was trembling, honestly afraid, and even the New Year seemed very deserted. Until now, with the spring flowers blooming, spring plowing and spring planting, it has gradually regained its vitality.

But I wasn't at peace. After a year, I always felt a trace of yin qi that seemed to be absent, unpredictable, and I wondered if I was nervous.

After a short rest, he cleaned up his mood, retracted his gaze, put down the hoe, poured out all the tender bamboo shoots in the back basket, and prepared to go to the fir forest on the side to look for fungi.

I carried the basket on my back and the wood knife on my back, and I had only walked a few steps, but I slipped under the thatch, and I was caught off guard, and sat on the ground with my buttocks, no, on a rock, which made my buttocks hurt.

I stood up and kicked the stone in annoyance, and the stone moved a little to the side, and my eyes lit up, and I saw that half of the small dirt bag was exposed on the ground, and several cracks that exposed the fresh earth extended outward along the projection hull.

There is a case! I crouched down and lifted the stone with both hands, and I could see more clearly, and judging by the bulges and cracks in the dirt bag, I was sure that there must be a large bamboo shoot underneath. No wonder I didn't use a lot of strength just now, but kicked this dozens of catties and part of the stone buried in the soil, it turned out that it had already been loosened by the spring bamboo shoots under it, it is estimated that if I don't find it, at most two days, the stone will also break the ground of the spring bamboo shoots tenaciously open.

I picked up the hoe and carefully cut open the raised bag of earth, and when I went down less than an inch, I revealed the tip of a tender yellow awl.

Sure enough, it's a big bamboo shoot. I dug down with a hoe, digging down more than two feet deep, only to see scattered red and tender root buds, ten minutes later, a bottom has a large bowl of thickness, from head to toe by hard bamboo shoots wrapped in tender bamboo shoots, I dug out of the loess, I checked, it is estimated that there are seven or eight catties. This is the biggest bamboo shoot I have ever harvested.

I put away the bamboo shoots, went out of the bamboo forest, and went into the fir-tree forest on the side.

Mushrooms are also localized, and they are not found all over the mountain.

There are many kinds of wild mushrooms on the mountain, some are poisonous, eat will kill people, some are not delicious, no one wants to see it, we have the most delicious and sweet taste here is the brain fungus, this small umbrella-like fungus has brown, yellow-brown, gray-brown several species, there is a circle of big circles and small pockmarks on the fungus surface, generally in spring and autumn when the rain is abundant, the firewood grass and rotten leaves in the fir forest can be found. If you're lucky, you'll find a large piece, and when you're unlucky, you'll only be able to pick up a few or even go home empty-handed. Because it is like a flower, the growth period is very short, and it looks like it will be thankful for about a week. The small ones are like buttons, the big ones are like the mouth of a glass, and the big ones are the size of the mouth of the rice bowl.

I stepped on the mountain for a long time, and finally the emperor lived up to his wishes, large and small may pick up more than a pound, and it was not early to see that it was dark, and I returned to the bamboo forest.

The fungus is delicate and can't withstand the collision and squeeze, so I took off the torn clothes on my body, picked up the fungus and wrapped it carefully, put it on top of the bamboo shoot in the back basket, and threaded the big bamboo shoot and the other larger one with a bamboo branch.

A scream of "ah" sounded from the direction of the lion cave on the left, cutting through the silence of the bamboo forest, I frowned, paused, through the branches and leaves of the green bamboo, and then saw three or four old crows flying out of the bamboo forest over there, "wow" noisily swept over the bamboo tops, and flew into the depths of the fir forest where I was looking for fungi just now. And that yin aura seems to have reappeared.

It was a woman's scream, frightened and terrible, there must be something. Without thinking, I put down the backpack I was carrying, picked up the hoe, and quickly climbed towards the lion's cave on the other side of the bamboo forest.

Ahhh I shouted, "Which one is crying?" What's going on?"

A woman in a blue corduroy coat cried and crawled towards me, and I saw it clearly, it was Aunt Fengping. I was taken aback, and hurriedly shouted, "Aunt Fengping, don't be afraid, what's going on?"

Chen Fengping saw that it was me, grabbed me and hugged me, crying and panting while "roaring", full of horror, trembling all over, but he didn't say anything for a while.

Although I was very unnatural and accustomed to being held by her, I didn't break free, and asked her with a hoe: "Aunt Fengping, don't be afraid, what is it that scares you like this?" You've got to tell me first!"

Chen Fengping gasped and slowly calmed down, letting go of the hands that were holding me, a little embarrassed. She pointed to the direction of the lion cave diagonally above and said to me: "There is a dead man at the entrance of the cave, there is an old crow pecking just now, Xianghong, let's hurry back and call someone to see which one it is, quick!" Let's go together. ”

"Dead people? Do you see that?" I was a little puzzled, but also a little relieved, and sure enough, something happened again.

Chen Fengping replied in horror: "I can see it very clearly, wearing a pair of cyan pants and half-new and half-used liberation shoes." Lying in the thatch at the entrance of the cave, Mo saw the upper body, and did not know which one. ”

Seeing that she was not lying, I said to her: "Aunt Fengping, don't be afraid, you either go down the mountain and go home first, or wait for me here, and I'll go over and see which one it is."

Chen Fengping grabbed my arm, shook her head in horror and said, "Don't go, red girl, if you are scared, your mother will blame me." Let's go down the mountain together and ask the people on the team to come up the mountain to check ......"

I took her hands away and said to her with a smile: "Aunt Fengping, don't you know that I and the drunkard dare to kill even water monkeys and mandrills?" I'm not afraid of five or six dead people in the middle of the night, but am I afraid of a dead person in this blue sky?"

The incident on the night of the capsizing of the reservoir Dawan was originally intended to be concealed, as the old saying goes, "A pig's mouth can be covered, but a person's mouth can't be covered." "Although the drunkard repeatedly told Zeng Fanzhi and others present to keep a secret for me, three days later, the news spread throughout the village. Who in the village doesn't know that I'm a "master" of magic? I simply stopped hiding it and did what I had to do.

Chen Fengping was stunned for a moment, then relaxed, sat on the ground, patted her chest and said, "I was stunned, but I forgot that you are more powerful than a drunkard." Then go check it out, I'll be waiting for you here. We went down together, and just now my soul was scared, and I didn't dare to leave alone. ”

I answered, dragging my hoe and heading to the lion's den.