Chapter Forty-Seven: Wild Loquats

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The fat man quickly gathered up his things on the ground, then destroyed the traces of the leaves we had just slept on, and ran with me deeper into the forest in front of me.

I looked behind me and didn't see anyone catching up. So he asked the fat man: "Nobody, are you mistaken?" ”

The fat man said while pushing away the weeds more than one person tall with his hands: "I went to release water just now, and I saw your uncle coming down from the mountain with people. ”

"How did he know we were here?"

"I don't know, let's get rid of them first." As he spoke, the fat man sped up on his feet.

Anyone who has ever been in the mountains and forests knows how difficult it is to walk inside. It's not that the mountain road is difficult to walk, but because there is no road at all. In addition, it is surrounded by weeds and shrubs taller than a person, thorny vines, and sharp miscanthus grass. If we had time, the fat man and I might have been able to use a knife to find a way, but it was obviously not realistic now. Coupled with the fact that the fat man and I were now without the protection of clothes, we were soon covered with blood marks on our bodies and faces.

This kind of blood marks cut by miscanthus grass is different from knife cutting, and the leaves of miscanthus grass can only cut through the skin, but not the flesh. It's just that the itching sensation after scratching the skin is really unbearable, and if you don't scratch it, it will itch, and if you scratch it, it hurts. Coupled with the humidity around me, the cobwebs between the bushes and the flying insects, my only thought now is to get out of here and get home and wash myself.

We ran with the fat man for a long time, during which we didn't know how many cobwebs we bumped into head-on, and how many mosquitoes flew into our mouths and noses. By the time we stopped, the white cobwebs on our heads were almost ripping off and playing cotton.

The fat man crossed his waist and panted to look behind him, and said, "It's almost dark now, let's wait until it's dark to find a way to go around behind them." ”

"What are you doing behind them?" I asked as I pulled the cobwebs off my head, and from time to time I could catch one or two unnamed spiders.

"It's so tiring for us to be chased like this, it's not much easier to go around behind them and walk in the opposite direction with them." As he spoke, the fat man grabbed a spider the size of a finger from his head, and was startled and quickly shook it off. "Anyway, we don't know where we are now, and we can go in which direction."

I was right when I thought about it, so I nodded.

I didn't feel much when I was running wildly just now, but now as soon as I stop, I start to feel the places on my body that were scratched by miscanthus. My scalp was numb, I wanted to scratch but I didn't dare to scratch, and I twisted my body frantically to alleviate the pain.

The fat man saw that I couldn't stand it anymore and said, "Just find a place to wash with water." ”

Unlike other places in the ravine, there is absolutely plenty of water. Soon we found a small stream. But it's more of a ditch than a stream. It's not as wide as my legs. But it's better than nothing, I really can't stand it, and the skin has been scratched by me in some places. So I didn't bother to be picky, so I picked up a handful of water and began to wipe it on my body.

After wiping it for a while, I felt much more refreshed, I looked up at the fat man, and found that he had also finished wiping, and was holding a handful of water to get up and prepare to drink. I hurriedly knocked his hand off.

"What for?" The fat man asked me, and then he was going to fetch water again.

"Beware of locusts in the water." I said, and slapped the water off his hand.

"Don't worry, I've checked it, fat man, there are no locusts."

"Fart, can you see the eggs of the locusts? If you drink it in your stomach, think for yourself that your stomach and intestines are crawling with locusts. ”

The fat man was stunned: "Then what should we do, we have no water." ”

I patted the fat man on the shoulder: "We can boil it and drink it." After saying that, I paused, and then said to the fat man in the tone of a teacher educating a student: "Remember, you can't drink raw water unless you have to." ”

The fat man rolled his eyes, cut me too lazy to pay attention to me, and squatted down to fill the kettle with a full pot of water.

"Let's go, find a place to rest first, and then let's move in the evening." The fat man said.

I nodded, and we left the ravine and plunged into the forest again.

I have to say that although I grew up in the city, when I was a child, I often followed my adoptive parents back to the countryside to spend the summer visiting relatives. Although the forest of Yamagoe is not as large as it is now, it is also a little experienced after all. With this experience, I found a huge wild loquat tree.

Although the fruit produced by this tree is also called loquat, it is much larger in shape and size than the actual loquat. The only thing that is the same is their taste.

The fat man's eyes widened as he looked at the wild loquat I threw down from the tree, and asked me if this is really a loquat? I nodded and said don't worry, people used it to quench their thirst when they drank the water when they opened the mountain.

The fat man looked at me, picked a yellow one suspiciously, tore open the skin and took a bite. Before he could start chewing, I saw him spit it out, and then he covered his cheeks and spit up a few times.

"You're playing with me, so sour!" The fat man shouted.

I shrugged, picked up one and ate it myself, "I didn't say it wasn't sour." Didn't you hear me say that the pioneers used it to quench their thirst? ”

"Hmph." The fat man snorted: "You better eat this ghost thing yourself, fat man, I will eat the mushrooms I picked." So saying, the fat man went to fiddle with the mushrooms on the ground and prepared to make a fire.

I stretched out my voice and said, "Oh—didn't your teacher tell you not to eat mushrooms until you have to?" ”

"These are non-poisonous mushrooms." The fat man said.

I sighed again, "Are you sure?" ”

"Sure." The fat man said affirmatively.

"Are you sure?"

This man is a creature that is easily seduced, and after I questioned the fat man a few times, the fat man finally gave up the idea of cooking mushroom soup and obediently came to eat my wild loquat.

I have to admit that wild loquat is countless times sour than real loquat, even if it is yellow to the point of blackening. But there are also benefits to being so sour - the pioneers not only used it to quench their thirst, but also relied on it to restore their strength.

By the time the fat man and I ate with a sour taste of burping, it was estimated that it would be ** o'clock in the evening.

The fat man twisted his face and threw the last wild loquat into his mouth, then slapped the peel off his thighs and stood up and looked around.

I also stood up. After eating so many wild loquats, the strong sour taste stimulated the salivary glands, and the saliva secreted almost choked me to death.

"Let's go." The fat man swallowed another mouthful of saliva and said.