On the first day of the Lunar New Year, Mushanhe, who still wakes up early, looks at the misty reservoir and farm, and also feels that the air in the mountains is the freshest. In addition to making people feel cool, living in this kind of place all year round should also be careful of rheumatism.

Fortunately, in terms of Mushanhe's current physique, such a thing as wind and cold invading the body naturally won't happen. Thinking that he was going to Xinmintun later, he also got busy early, prepared the things for the sacrifice, and then stepped on the motorcycle.

Hearing the sound of motorcycles, Daqing, who had originally planned to follow, was also driven back to the yard by Mushanhe to watch his family. Fortunately, there is no one near the farm, and even if you leave for a short time, I believe that no one will come to disturb you at this time.

There is no need for Mu Shanhe to tell you, Daqing will also guard the entrance of the farm. As soon as a stranger approaches, it will bark and threaten. And the locked iron gate will also tell people that there will be no one on the farm.

If you have bad intentions and dare to sneak into the farm, then you will be bitten by Daqing, and it is no wonder that others!

Riding a motorcycle back to Xinmintun again, many villagers who got up early were also surprised: "Shanzi, so early? ”

"Finish the sacrifice early, go back to the farm early. There is still a herd of livestock waiting to be fed! ”

"You kid, it seems that there is no rest at the end of the year!"

"No way! From now on, if you want to make money from those livestock, you must be diligent! ”

Laughing and chatting a few words, Mushan River, which parked the motorcycle, immediately entered the mountain. Although he is in the tunzi, he still has a house to live in. But many things in the house were brought to the farm by him, even including the spirit tablets of his grandfather and mother.

From now on, daily sacrifices will be more convenient. But Qingming and the first day of the Lunar New Year, Mushanhe still needs to go back to the tomb mountain and personally sweep the tomb of his grandfather and mother. This is a common occurrence even in later generations.

The difference is that in the future, many families will directly move the graves of their relatives and bury them in relatively convenient and dense cemeteries. But in Mu Shanhe's opinion, it is somewhat inappropriate to reopen the coffin and move the grave, so it is better to continue to be buried here.

For my grandfather and mother, this landscape raised them, and they are more familiar with staying here. Even if Mushanhe doesn't live in Tunzi now, as long as he can think about sacrificing during the New Year's Festival, what does it matter if he doesn't move the grave?

After completing the sacrifice, Mu Shanhe chatted with the villagers who came to worship and sweep again, and then left again on a motorcycle. In fact, for many Tunli people, even if he spent the New Year in the village two years ago, his sense of presence is still very low.

Now I don't go back to Tunzi, and the people in Tunli don't feel anything unaccustomed. In the final analysis, Xinmintun, like other tunzi, is a person from other provinces or other places who have been resettled one after another. The time I really lived in Tunli is not too long.

Relocation and resettlement are also common in areas where forests are constantly being explored. Perhaps because of this, the architectural style of many tunzi is still dominated by wooden houses. Houses made of reinforced concrete are really rare now.

Only when you go to the town, can you see people spending money to build two-story small buildings, or one-story farm yards. Other taller buildings are rare in the town. Only in the county seat can you see five- or six-storey buildings.

The so-called high-rise buildings are really rare in the north in this era. At present, in addition to the ever-changing special economic zones, it is believed that it is difficult to see real high-rise buildings in other economically backward provinces.

When I returned to the farm, I saw Daqing running with his tail wagging and a bobcat coming out of the shadows, and Mushanhe, who parked his motorcycle, went directly to the shed where sika deer and roe roe deer were kept in captivity, and began to feed them forage and feed.

After being contaminated with the breath of the mountain god's space, they would not panic even if they saw Daqing and the bobcat who came to join in the fun. On the contrary, several sika deer and fragrant roe deer are happy to get close to Mushanhe.

And this may be that after accepting the inheritance of the mountain god, Mu Shanhe has more affinity with the beasts of the jungle. Perhaps because of this, every time I want to go into the mountains to hunt, Mushanhe is a little unbearable. When I go abroad, I don't have this kind of psychological baggage.

"You are leisurely, and let me serve you every day to eat, drink, and Lazar. This year, it's your turn to contribute. ”

As far as the current situation is concerned, even if Mu Shanhe has a way to take out the sachet in the body of the male roe. The musk powder that can be taken out may not be accepted by the acquisition station. Nowadays, the acquisition station collects this kind of original musk sachet, and more of it is also weighed and priced.

The musk taken out is scattered, and the acquisition station that does not understand the principle may not dare to accept it. Fortunately, whether it is harvested deer antler velvet or musk, Mushanhe does not plan to sell it, but intends to collect it.

In fact, Mushanhe, who plans to make a large amount of medicinal liquor this year, also needs to buy a large amount of deer antler velvet. As for musk, if it can't be sold, it's temporarily stockpiled. There is a mountain god space, and he is not worried about the loss of musk's medicinal properties.

After feeding the sika deer and roe deer, Mushanhe took the lively Daqing and other animals directly from the frozen reservoir back to the yard on the island. When he saw the flying dragon foraging in the jungle, he didn't bother much.

Although these wyverns are now kept by him as poultry. But the cage is never closed, allowing the wyverns to come and go freely. Every morning and evening, Mushanhe prepares some grains for them, and the rest of the time is left to forage freely in the forest.

The two bobcats and the three foxes also knew that these flying dragons could not hunt, so naturally they would not disturb them to forage in the jungle on the island. In Mushanhe's view, when the spring flowers bloom, these flying dragons will also settle in the jungle on the island.

At that time, their population will be much larger than it is now. If the island's jungle is no longer sufficient, let them fly to the jungle near the reservoir to find new habitat and continue to expand the population.

In a word, even if they are not chickens, they can be raised by Mushan River, and they must develop the same habits as chickens. After breeding for a few years, Mu Shanhe believes that the number of flying dragons around the farm will definitely exceed many people's imagination.

In order to prevent anyone from beating the idea of these flying dragons, Mu Shanhe will also say to the outside world that these flying dragons are artificially bred by him. Even if he has time this year, he plans to hang the corresponding breeding tags for sika deer, fragrant roe deer and flying dragons.

In this way, if someone really dares to fight their ideas, there are these hanging breeding tags, and others can't believe it or not. If it's not farmed, how can it be hung with a tag?

After finishing the work to be done, Mu Shanhe began to enjoy a rare leisure time of the day again. It's just that the yard is not suitable for a cool rest. He could only put the chaise longue he had made under the relatively warm porch.

And Daqing, as always, lay directly not far from him, and the two bobcats moved freely. As for the fox family of three, they lie in a relatively warm nest, lazily enjoying the winter sun like Mushan River.

When the piercing phone rang, Mu Shanhe said a little helplessly: "It's really convenient to install a phone, but it often disturbs my rest." Who wants to call me at this time of day? ”

When the phone was connected, hearing the voice from the other side, Mu Shanhe was also speechless: "Lao Xu, thank you!" ”

"What? Listening to your voice, it feels like you just woke up? ”

"Wake up early in the morning and go to worship your ancestors. Not long after I came back, I lay down again. Don't you worship your ancestors? ”

"Sacrifice! However, we can just sacrifice at home, and we don't have to be as troublesome as you. ”

The custom of worshipping ancestors on the first day of the new year is not popular in some places. For many people living in big cities, there is no such rule as not paying New Year's greetings on New Year's Day. It's just that Mu Shanhe didn't expect that Xu Siwen would specially call over to pay New Year's greetings.

When he heard the news from Xu Siwen, Mu Shanhe was slightly surprised: "Really? That's great news, but what does it have to do with me? Alright, nothing else, I'm going to squint for a while! ”

From Mu Shanhe's tone, Xu Siwen didn't hear joy or anger, which made him feel a little surprised. But when you think about it, it seems normal. What does the so-called New Year's event of the Liu family have to do with Mu Shanhe, who changed his surname to Mu?