Huang Xikong floated in front, Xia Zhihuai walked behind with a hoe and a bamboo basket, and Wanwan walked in the middle with a small bamboo basket on his back.

After they walked out of the village, Xia Zhihuai asked, "That female ghost...... What's going on? ”

Huang Xikong shook his head: "I don't know, I originally wanted to try my luck and see if there were any ghosts in the village, but I didn't find it and went to the bamboo forest, and I happened to see her floating in the forest in a daze, and she kept spinning in place, so I picked her up." ”

"But it looks like a tragic death."

When Huang Xikong first saw the face of the female ghost, even he, a thousand-year-old ghost, couldn't help but be startled.

What a hatred, what a grievance, to draw a young girl's face like that.

Xia Zhihuai has had a lot of contact with ghosts during this time, and he has tried a little bit: "Generally speaking, this kind of ghost that wanders in place unconsciously should subconsciously stay near the place where he was killed. ”

"After digging the bamboo shoots, I went back and asked my neighbor's grandmother if there had been a murder in the village in the past two years."

Huang Xikong didn't care, so he picked up a ghost and worked for him.

As for the twists and turns in the murder of the female ghost, he was not too interested.

There are too many unfortunate people in this world, and he himself is a tragedy, so he doesn't want to divide excess sympathy to care for a female ghost who has long been cold.

Being able to give her a Yin Gathering Talisman is already his greatest kindness.

……

The bamboo forest is in the west of the village, and the area is very, very large, with more than 1,000 acres.

The peach orchard is on the east side of the village, stretching several low hills.

The world is about to end in March, and a small peach blossom village will split this world into two halves.

Wanwan followed Xia Zhihuai, and when she walked along the path to the edge of the bamboo forest, she couldn't help but cry out "wow".

She carried a half-height small basket on her back, shook off her two little short legs, and rushed into the bamboo forest over Huang Xikong.

Huang Xikong stared at the back of Wanwan's head, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly: "Look, isn't this okay." ”

Wanwan has a good temper, if she doesn't coax well, it means that Xia Zhihuai is incapable.

Xia Zhihuai glanced sideways slightly, pretending not to understand his ridicule: "You know a lot about children." ”

Huang Xikong picked a bamboo leaf, gently twisted the leaf, and said with some nostalgia: "When I was alive, I originally had a daughter. ”

"You still have a daughter?"

Huang Xikong suddenly remembered the little girl he met when he entered his ghost, she was already a powerful ghost at a young age.

"The one in the ghost?"

Huang Xikong shook his head: "That's not, the little girl in the ghost is the girl who was ordered to be buried with the faint king, her father and mother are slaves, so when she chose the virgins to be buried, she couldn't escape." ”

"And your daughter?"

"Died young." Huang Xikong's voice was very calm, looking at the back of Wanwan's cheerful running, and said slowly, "I married my wife early and had my first daughter at the age of nineteen, but I was born less than a month, and I was weak and sick before the first birthday, and I died of illness just two months after the age of one. ”

Xia Zhihuai only listened quietly, not intending to comfort him.

Huang Xikong is much more rational than him, and now that he can talk to him so calmly about the past, he must have relieved himself of the death of his eldest daughter.

"What's her name?" Xia Zhihuai asked as he walked with a hoe.

Huang Xikong lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, and said with a smile: "Before the first birthday, there was a milk name, called Soft Soft, which was taken by her mother. ”

"Your girl must be good-looking."

Xia Zhihuai only smiled lightly, and chased in the direction of Wanwan's run.

Huang Xikong stopped in place and was stunned for a moment, raised his eyes to look at Xia Zhihuai who ran to the front, and suddenly couldn't help laughing.

I usually look old and unreliable, but I didn't expect it to be quite comforting.

However, it's also a side compliment on his appearance.

Huang Xikong tidied up his sleeves, his mood was inexplicably not as low as before, and he slowly embellished behind the two of them.

……

At the end of March and the beginning of April, it is a good time to dig spring bamboo shoots.

Xia Zhihuai chased Wanwan for a while, and saw villagers throwing spring shoots in the bamboo forest in the distance.

The ground of the bamboo forest is covered with dead leaves that have fallen off before, and the spring bamboo shoots are like small towers, and most of their sharp heads emerge from under the wet soil and dead branches and leaves.

Wanwan stopped, pointed to the tip of the bamboo shoots on the ground, and asked excitedly, "Brother, brother, is this a bamboo shoot?" ”

"Hmm."

"But this one can't be dug up."

Wanwan looked at the tall bamboo shoots and wondered, "Why?" ”

"There are a lot of things to do with digging spring bamboo shoots, I'll tell you slowly, and you'll understand it later."

Wanwan followed him and continued to walk forward, watching him look down and pull a few dead leaves, completely unaware of what he was doing.

Xia Zhihuai put the bamboo basket on the ground, raised his hand and dialed her: "You get out of the way, I'll swing my hoe." ”

Wanwan immediately stepped back, staring at the ground with wide eyes, but still didn't find the tip of the bamboo shoots: "Brother, there are no bamboo shoots here." ”

"Yes." Xia Zhihuai was determined.

Wanwan insisted: "No, there are no bamboo shoots here. ”

"Yes, under the cracks."

Xia Zhihuai squatted on the ground and peeled off all the leaves with his hands for Wanwan to see for himself.

"Look, there's two cracks here."

Wanwan still doesn't understand: "What's wrong with cracks?" ”

"You see in the forest, the bamboo shoots that have grown out of the ground are already old, and no one else has gone to dig them."

Wanwan got up and looked around in the distance, and several people digging bamboo shoots nearby did not dig up the bamboo shoots that protruded from the ground at the tips of the bamboo shoots.

"Generally, after the spring rains, bamboo shoots will grow quickly, and the taste of this kind of bamboo shoots that grow out of the ground will deteriorate, so the villagers will keep this kind of bamboo and let it grow into bamboo in the future."

Xia Zhihuai pointed to the crack in the ground again: "I dug this, the tip of the bamboo shoot is still hidden in the ground, and this crack is opened by the tip of the bamboo shoot." ”

"Only this kind of bamboo shoots are fresh when you eat them, understand?"

Wanwan seemed to understand whether she understood or not, but she was a clever baby, and she obediently took a few steps back and watched Xia Zhihuai raise her hoe.

I saw that he swung his hoe with a little effort, but within two minutes he was digging away the dirt near the crack.

Wanwan has been paying attention to his hoe, and when she saw the tender yellow bamboo shoots, she immediately pointed to the ground and exclaimed, "It's really there!" ”

Xia Zhihuai squatted down and pulled the soil with his hands, and Wanwan also approached excitedly and began to pull the clods with his little paws.

Huang Xikong floated aside, and he was also a little eager to try: "I have never dug up bamboo shoots, but when I used to review the backlog of cases in various places during the southern tour, I was fortunate to taste the spring bamboo shoots in the Jiangnan area. ”

Xia Zhihuai cut off the bamboo shoots with the blade on the back of the hoe a few times, and then said: "We can also make this dish here, but I won't, but I saw my mother make it when I was a child, and it tastes really good, so sometimes when I come back from vacation, I come to the bamboo forest to cut bamboo shoots, and take it back to let my mother, or my grandmother make it." ”

Xia Zhihuai pulled out the spring bamboo shoots that cut off the bamboo shoots, removed the soil on the bamboo shoots, lowered his head and smiled at the sparkling eyes: "This bamboo shoot will be in your bamboo basket, you follow me for a while, and I will teach you how to dig spring bamboo shoots." ”

Wanwan looked at the spring bamboo shoots that were about the same height as her legs, and turned her back to Xia Zhihuai: "Brother, come in." ”

There are several catties of spring bamboo shoots, and Xia Zhihuai put the spring bamboo shoots into her back basket, a little worried that she would not be able to carry it.

"If you're tired, tell me." Xia Zhihuai touched her head.

Wanwan clenched her fists excitedly, her eyes were full of excitement, and she had a small hoe in her hand that had just been placed in the back basket: "I'm not tired, let's dig bamboo shoots." ”

"Brother, I want to eat pickled tuk xian at night."

Listening to the two of them announcing the name of the dish, Wanwan was already a little greedy.

PS: It's a bit of a Kavin today.,The update is late.,The next chapter is estimated to go early in the morning.,Everyone go to bed early.。