Since the founding of the Great Qianguo more than 300 years ago, there have been more than a dozen wars of all sizes with the Southern Barbarian State in this reckless green mountain, and hundreds of thousands of soldiers and hundreds of thousands of soldiers and warriors of the Southern Barbarians have been buried in this great green mountain.

Fortunately, in the past few decades, the national strength of the Great Cadre State has been thriving, and the gap in strength between the Great Cadre State and the Southern Barbarian State has gradually widened, and in the face of the Great Cadre State with a large number of troops and a large number of generals, the Southern Barbarian State has gradually lost the courage to go to war with the Great Cadres.

Daqingshan ushered in a long-lost calm.

The wind gradually blew away the dense fog on Daqing Mountain, and the sun climbed up the mountain little by little, and a light rain last night made the whole Daqing Mountain look more vibrant.

A few pillars of smoke rose at the foot of Daqingshan, it was a small village at the foot of Daqingshan - the villagers of Xiaoqing Village began to make a fire to cook, everything seemed so coordinated, natural, and beautiful, after a while, you will see the villagers some leading cattle, some carrying hoes, going to the field in twos and threes, and there are also hunters with bows and arrows on their backs, and "beware of the blind bear" in their own mother-in-law

In the advice, he rode an old horse into the mountains to hunt.

This scene seems to make people forget that a few decades ago, Daqingshan was a battleground for the soldiers of Daqian and Nanban, a place where hundreds of thousands of soldiers were buried, and Daqingshan is now as beautiful as a paradise.

Most of the houses where the villagers of Xiaoqing Village live are wooden houses and earthen houses, because they are surrounded by trees and mud, but between a wooden house and an earthen house, there is a brick house that seems to show its difference like the surrounding houses, this brick house is the only doctor in the village and the home of Yang Zheng, who teaches calligraphy, because Yang usually uses his not very good medical skills to see some headaches, brain fever, colds and flu for the villagers, and occasionally a few are accidentally "scratched" by wild beasts

A few hunters were also within the scope of Yang Zheng's treatment, and the villagers worked together out of gratitude to build a small brick kiln and burned a batch of bricks to build a brick house for Yang Zheng.

And out of gratitude, Yang Zheng started to teach the village again, and every month he gathered the children in the village at his house to teach them a few words and etiquette.

As a result, Yang Zheng's prestige in the village became greater and greater, and later the villagers jointly recommended Yang Zheng to be the "village leader"

, to deal with some disputes between villagers, people like his name Yang Zheng is also very "positive"

, Yang Zheng's position in the village has been sitting for ten years.

On a small bed in the brick house, Yang Zheng's youngest son Yang Lin was still sleeping with his eyes closed, the sun was already high at this time, Yang Zheng looked at the grass outside the house There was not much dew left, so he shouted to Yang Lin's room, "Xiao Linzi, it's almost time, it's time to go up the mountain to collect medicine." ”

After a while, Yang Zheng saw that Yang Lin hadn't come out yet, so he shouted patiently again, and after a while, Yang Lin still didn't get up, at this time Yang Zheng's face was not good, and he picked up the pin to sew clothes and walked into Yang Lin's room.

In fact, Yang Lin woke up when Yang Zheng shouted for the first time, but how can it be compared to lying on the bed when he went up the mountain to collect medicine, and it rained lightly last night, the mountain road must be slippery, and Yang Lin didn't want to go up the mountain even more, so Yang Lin decided to pretend to sleep, at least to sleep, and the mountain road was dried out, but this time Yang Lin obviously overestimated the patience of his father Yang Zheng.

I saw Yang Zheng slowly walk into Yang Lin's room with an expressionless face, holding a pin in his right index finger and thumb, Yang Zheng walked to Yang Lin's bed and said, "Son, are you still not up?"

"Sleep a little longer, I'm sleepy. ”

Yang Lin pretended to be very sleepy and replied lazily, but Yang Zheng saw that although Yang Lin's eyes were closed, his eyeballs were gurgling in his eyelids, and he didn't know that Yang Lin was pretending to be asleep, Yang Zheng stared at Yang Lin's fat ass and let out a sigh.

His right hand stabbed Yang Lin's ass like lightning, you must know that Yang Zheng's right hand was holding a pin.

"Ahh

I only heard Yang Lin let out a scream that was not like a human voice, which frightened the old yellow dog at home.

"I tell you to be lazy, to keep you out of bed, to pretend to be asleep. ”

Yang Zheng scolded while constantly pumping Yang Lin's left buttocks with his hand, and a pin on Yang Lin's ass was shining.

"Ah, don't dare, don't dare, I'll get up, I'll get up, Dad, what are you poking me with, it hurts me to death. ”

"Don't move, I'll pull the needle out for you"

Yang Zheng said angrily.

After a few minutes, Yang Lin got dressed, his face was still with tears on his face, standing next to the table and drinking white porridge, there were several dunzi, and they were soft dunzi, but who dared to sit on his butt just after being poked by a pin.

"After eating, I will go to the mountains to pick some herbs, all kinds of picks, bring a few steamed buns and bring a bamboo tube of water, you don't have to come back at noon, just come back in the evening, pick more, now is the time when the herbs are the most effective." ”

Yang Zheng said to Yang Lin while drinking porridge.

"Oh, I know Dad, but Dad, don't poke me with a needle in the future, it hurts to death, if my mother knows, I won't be able to sleep well below." ”

Yang Lin said.

"Okay. No needles in the future."

Yang Zheng said.

"Really!"

Yang Lin said happily.

"Use a soldering iron later"

Yang Zheng said with a straight face.

Yang Lin's original happy smile collapsed in an instant, "If you use your wife to press me again, I won't be able to kill you." ”

Yang Zheng suddenly said with anger on his face.

"Don't dare, don't dare. ”

Yang Lin immediately followed the good flow.

After Yang Lin finished drinking the porridge, Yang Zheng packed up the remaining white porridge to feed the old yellow dog, while Xiao Linzi carried the medicine cocoon with a bitter face, held a small medicine hoe, carried two steamed buns in his arms, and carried a bamboo tube filled with water on his waist, and walked slowly towards the mountain.

"Hurry up"

Suddenly, there was a loud shout from Yang Zheng in the house, which frightened Xiao Linzi from walking to running in an instant.

Xiao Linzi walked on the road, watching Daqingshan get bigger and bigger, and his mood was slowly relieved, didn't a great philosopher say "Life is like **, if you can't resist, enjoy it." ”

Anyway, Xiao Linzi doesn't know what ** is now, but I just think this sentence makes sense.

But Xiao Linzi's mood was relieved for a long time, and he was in pain again, thinking that the mountain road had not yet dried, and the soles of his shoes were stained with a thick layer of mud while walking, and the soles of his shoes were stained again after a while after the mud was thrown off, Xiao Linzi's legs became heavier and heavier like lead, and after a while, Xiao Linzi finally couldn't hold on, found a grass nest and sat down, rested and recovered his strength, looking at the blue sky, Xiao Linzi's mood slowly got better again.

"Hey, there is a broken bone muscle grass here, it looks like it must be three or four years old, haha, fortunately I rested here for a while, otherwise I wouldn't have found it"

Yang Lin's mood was completely improved because of the appearance of a herb, Xiao Linzi carefully dug out this broken bone and muscle grass with a medicinal hoe, and the root of the herb still had a little soil on it, so that the herb would not die for a while.

Yang Lin put the herbs into the medicine cocoon, and when he had enough rest, he threw them off, and the mud on the soles of his shoes continued to walk forward, if you want to get better herbs, you can only get them by going to the mountains.

As the sun got higher and higher, the mountain road gradually hardened, and the soles of his shoes would no longer be stained, Xiao Linzi's steps became brisk, and slowly Xiao Linzi hummed a small tune in his mouth.