Yang Zhao's hand shook, and he almost didn't throw the wooden box to the ground.

She took a deep breath and respectfully walked to the big ginkgo tree with the wooden box.

"Uncle Shi, are you also interested? It just so happens that I don't have much knowledge, can you help me see if it's worth it? If so, what kind of treasure is it? I will borrow flowers to offer Buddha to honor your old man."

She said sweetly, and her hands were not slow, she lightly put the wooden box on the ground, slowly opened the lid, and glanced at it quickly.

Inside was a book, three small black metal blocks and a small white porcelain vase.

She didn't dare to look closely, so she put the wooden box away and consciously stood up and took a few steps back.

The air was quiet for a long time, and suddenly I heard a chuckle, and then I saw the book in the box, which slowly flew up and fixed in mid-air.

Then, as if there was a pair of invisible hands, they turned the pages of the book page by page.

Yang Zhao looked at this scene dumbfounded, although she was mentally prepared, her three views were still a little collapsed.

The book was not thick, and it was finished in a few moments, and then the book fell to the ground like garbage.

Then the wooden box floated up, and the invisible force spun it around, even tearing it down.

The metal blocks and small porcelain vases inside the box also fell to the ground.

After a while, the fragments of the wooden box also fell.

It was another half hour, and there was no sound.

Yang Zhao asked tentatively and softly, "Uncle Shi, can these things on the ground be given to me?" ”

"It's what you found, can I still take it?"

Then, the big ginkgo tree's voice changed.

"Then search the rest of the house! Maybe we'll be able to find some more silver. ”

Yang Zhao reacted, it turned out that the three black metals on the ground were silver, and the reason why they became black should be oxidized.

How did chemistry follow in this regard?

Yang Zhao squatted down and picked up the three pieces of silver first, then picked up the small porcelain vase, and shook the porcelain vase curiously, listening to the sound that it was solid.

She uncorked the bottle and poured its contents on the ground, which was the corpse of a beetle the size of a little thumb, and it was very golden.

"Uncle Shi, do you know what this little worm is?"

"It's just an ear, it's not worth cultivating for a long time, but when you wear it on your body after death, you can understand what the people here say." There was disdain in the words.

This is a translator, Yang Zhao is overjoyed, and biology will have to go crazy now.

No, after seeing this big ginkgo tree, biology has long gone crazy.

Yang Zhao put the insects into the porcelain bottle.

Finally, he picked up the book on the ground.

The pages of this book are yellow, the paper is brittle, and it must have been many years old.

Yang Zhao carefully flipped through it and found that this was a book of "Food Taboo", which mainly wrote what the name of this thing is, what it looks like, whether it can be eaten, and finally there will be a comment on whether it is delicious or not.

There are not many traditional characters, and they are all used in the vernacular.

She didn't dare to look closely, put the book on the ground again, picked up the pieces of the wooden box scattered everywhere and pressed them on the book.

It was still windy, and she was afraid that the book would be damaged.

Afterwards, he put the silver and the porcelain vase in his pocket.

Yang Zhao is very fortunate now, in order to work conveniently, she wears a high school sports uniform, which is strong and dirt-resistant, and her pockets are large.

Aside from its bad looks, it doesn't have any drawbacks.

After packing it up, he re-entered the house and rummaged through it.

After more than an hour, there was nothing to gain.

Yang Zhao got out of the house, picked the spider silk on his body, patted the soil, and walked respectfully to the big ginkgo tree.

"Uncle Shi, I didn't find anything this time."

After waiting for a while, no one answered. She didn't care, so she found a place to sit down and take a rest.

Seeing that it was getting dark, she made up her mind to stay here for the night.

She sat for a while, then stood up. Even if she was uncomfortable, she didn't dare to rest for too long.

But as the sun went down, the temperature dropped significantly, not to mention that she was also hungry.

"Uncle Shi, do you know what there is to eat on the mountain?"

No one answered, and Yang Zhao didn't feel embarrassed.

She found a well in the temple, looked at it on her stomach, and it was dry.

There was nothing to eat in the temple, so Yang Zhao could only go out and look for it.

The trees on this hill are not very tall, they are crooked.

Her gaze wandered back and forth between the canopies, and soon she found the bird's nest.

In this unfamiliar place, bird eggs are the safest food.

Although she had a copy of "Taboo" in her hand, she didn't trust herself to recognize it.

Yang Zhao first found a relatively short tree and slowly climbed up. The children in the village are wild.

When she saw that there were eggs, she put most of them in her pocket, leaving only one or two in the nest.

After going back and forth up five trees, she managed to get twelve eggs.

After climbing down, Yang Zhao felt that his hands and feet were soft, his head hurt like a pinprick, and the breath he exhaled was hot.

It's a fever too.

She didn't dare to stay outside, picked up some small dead branches, and dragged her tired body back to the temple.

Put down the dead branches first, and then carefully pull out the eggs and place them next to the book.

Subsequently, I picked up some scattered window ridge planks in the yard, built a "well" shape on the stone road, and put the small dead branches in the middle of the "well" character.

I found some dead grass in the yard and put it underneath.

She patted the grass dust on her body, walked over to the big ginkgo tree, and bowed.

"Uncle Shi, you see that the weather is getting colder and colder, can you please make a fire for me?"

For a long time, I only heard a laugh.

"Hmph, there are a lot of eyes!"

Then there was a bang, and the wooden frame that had been erected was set on fire.

"Yang Zhao thanks Uncle Shi." Shi Li thanked her, she didn't dare to miss a single step.

Looking at the burning fire, Yang Zhao felt that the fire in his heart also "soared" all of a sudden.

Practice! Be sure to practice!

She cleared all the weeds around the fire and piled them together.

Spread six eggs on the ground, take a burning firewood and burn them, simply eliminate the poison, then crack open the eggshell and eat the eggs raw.

She was too thirsty to eat cooked. However, these eggs also taste good.

The wind on the mountain was getting stronger and stronger, and Yang Zhao realized that she couldn't sleep outside.

Find a house nearby that hasn't collapsed, and throw the clutter inside.

Burning the floor and walls with burning firewood will scare away some small insects, which can save a lot of trouble.

The ants moved the fire to the house little by little, but did not add new firewood, and she was afraid that the house would be lit.

The house had no windows, no doors, and even a hole in the roof, and she didn't have to worry about carbon monoxide poisoning.

Spread the weeds in the yard farther away from the fire, where she slept.

Looking at the remaining six eggs, she still ate them. This is in the mountains, there are not many small animals that are active at night, and these six eggs are not enough for them to steal.

Picking up the book like a sandwich from the remains of the wooden box, she lay under her head, and fell asleep with the fainter and fainter flames.