When the cowherd boy arrived at home, it was a small grass house with a guest sitting on a wooden bench in his house. There was also a white bowl in front of him, and there was also fallen tea in it. There is only one white bleached grass root, like an extremely rare herb, but it is used to make tea, filled with this faint camellia flavor.

The guest, dressed in a gray robe, with a bowler hat on his head and a red cloth about a few inches long in his hand, placed it on the table, and said to the cowherds: "I remember a story that a long, long time ago under a mountain mountain with a blue spirit, a grass-blue root grew, and this root was spiritual. Every time someone approached, they hid in the dirt. When there is a thunderstorm in the sky, it will come out and spit water droplets. This water droplet has a high medicinal property, and the medicinal property is so strong that it can make people instantly condense the wounds on the body. Quite exemplary. ”

"Then the items in this tea are not immature spiritual roots, air-dried and soaked in tea. ”

The cowherd boy shook his head when he saw that his father did not answer, and he knew that this ordinary grassroots would have such a function.

"I don't know about it, but I can see that this grassroots is indeed a great tonic. I fell down by a tree, and then I was picked up by passers-by, and a large amount of blood flowed. This is also a very strong drug for hemostasis. As for the ability to solidify the wound, this one doesn't. ”

The guest pondered.

He got up and handed out a small wooden plaque wrapped in red cloth in his hand, on which the grass and trees were written, and said, "This is the token of the medicine valley where I am, and there will be extra grass roots next time." You can wrap it up and send it there, where there will be a special person to buy it. It is best if there are mature roots. ”

"Remember, if you see the sprouting roots spit out drops of water in the rainy weather, you can send it here. That's the best. The cowherd boy nodded and received the wooden sign handed to him, and the guest got up and left.

The father of the cowherd smiled slightly and said, "Be more careful when herding the cattle, you can find it." ”

The cowherd boy asked, "Father, how did that man come here to look for grass roots? ”

The father of the cowherd boy drank the tea he had poured and said, "This person may be an alchemist in the East Valley not far away, and his face is ruddy and his temperament is extraordinary. Those of us ordinary people who settle down here should not be held accountable too much. Self-sufficient, admiring the moon and flowers, and eating tea for the New Year are also very good. ”

The cowherd boy didn't ask any more questions, and his eyes flashed with this little white light.

In a short time, the starry sky in the sky fell.

The herd boy led the cow into the shed and added a handful of straw to it. He didn't want to get up too early and drive the cattle and sheep to the field. A small stone bench under the tree was his home for an hour, and he slapped his buttocks, and waited quietly on it, he could see the crooked crescent moon shifting a little from the angle of his gaze.

He shook his head, once again unable to see the crescent marks he was about to encounter.

The crescent moon was obscured by the blowing clouds.

He was a little happy in his heart, took out the wooden sign of grass and wood from his sleeve, fumbled in his hand, blew a breath, and said, "How can I find the grass and tree roots at the foot of the mountain." My father hadn't been found for a long time, and I was afraid that I would just be disappointed and leave empty-handed. ”

He put away the wooden sign.

Looking at the crescent moon that was revealed again, he showed a happy expression.

........

The next day, the sky revealed a delicate sun.

He hadn't gotten up yet.

Just made a ghost face at a big fence outside with his eyes wide open. Then he got up, washed up, and left the house with the cattle and sheep in tow.

Along the way, he didn't see the women who were washing clothes by the river yesterday, and his face was still slightly red when he walked here.

He muttered, "If I see it again today, I won't be ridiculed by them again, I also have a nose and two eyes, two arms, two legs, what's the difference." ”

With that, he left with a red face.

In that field, there were many plants that grew very luxuriantly, except for the ears that stuck to his crotch yesterday, and the dog's tail grass in his mouth. There are still endless cow tendon grass, mud cabbage, lacquer, plantain......

He was glad that the cattle and sheep were walking slowly on the grassland, so that he could find out if there were any roots of the grass and trees that he remembered, and it was a good time to see the dense stems and leaves of the grass roots, and he did not know where to start when he was looking for the extremely large roots.

He lay on the back of the ox and waited for the breeze on the ground to blow with a hint of coolness. The white clouds on the horizon are flowing, like hearts, and they are foaming with sticky silk.

He was waiting for the rainy season to arrive.

"Is it coming soon?"

He saw a dark cloud rolling in the distance, with a hint of coolness. The stalk of grass in his hand floated up and flew into the distance.

The sunlight in the sky was quickly dispersed, and what was waiting was a time with a hint of rain.

"It's finally here. ”

The rope of the cow in his hand was loosened, and the cattle and sheep grazing on the ground with ease.

He led the sheep and cattle back to his house.

The cowherd's father and mother were outside farming, and he wore a hat hanging on the wall, which rounded his head and showed only the two corners of his shoulders. He let out a breath and walked out.

It was a light rain in the sky, and the light rain was sporadically lapping the hats overhead. When crossing the bridge, the big man who was rushing home said with a smile: "You little boy, you know how to run out, and you don't know that it's raining." When the rain rains heavily, it will drench you into a calf boy who can only herd cows. ”

After saying that, the group hurried home to pack their clothes.

The cowherd boy ignored it, smiled bitterly, and continued walking.

He saw that there was a field where the cultivation had been preserved, and there were still farm implements that they had left behind. He continued to climb the hill, "I don't see any roots in the field, could it be in this mountain?" ”

The mountain, with its sloping dirt slopes, has no sense of threat in the slightest. It's just that his mother knits straw sandals for him, and he encounters hard objects on them against the soles of his feet, which look like rocks. But there is also some milky white liquid on it, with palm prints.

"These big men all said that something strange was here. They also dug up a piece of jade last time, and it seems that it was sold for a lot of money in the distance. If I find out, I don't go looking for the roots. ”

He searched carefully.

Until he gently stepped on the top of the mountain, where few people walked up, and the rainy day was slippery, he dragged the trunk of the tree and walked up step by step.

There was nothing peculiar about it, the weather was gray, and he could only see a meter closer, and there was a dead vine wrapped around an old tree with new sprouts.

The teeth of the old tree are very new, like the amazement of a newborn baby in this world. He looked closer, and said, "This tree is estimated to be here for hundreds of years, otherwise how could it grow like this." ”

The old tree was eroded by wind and rain with half of the sides and empty in the middle. He leaned closer, wanting to see if the old tree had the roots and seedlings he needed. He looked at the new seedlings of the trees, unsheltered from the rain, and after waiting for a while, the saplings spit out a drop of water.

He was overjoyed, and immediately took it off and put it in his hand, muttering, "I didn't expect that the guest from Donggu was right, there is indeed such a grass root, why have I never found it." It's just that the roots of this plant grow on an old tree that has died. It looks like a sprout. ”

He stretched out his hand to look at the heart of the tree again, and a suction force burst out of the hollow tree.