The mountain forest is dense, the morning mist is thick, and there are faint roars of wild beasts in the distance, adding a sense of depth and terror to Woniu Mountain. Although scary, the mountain forest is also generous. Various fungi thrive among the rotten leaves at the bottom of the trees, and there are also patches of wild fruits and unknown flowers and plants.
After walking in the forest for about a stick of incense, Zhu Shouyi gradually slowed down, carefully checked the ground around him, and then motioned to Zhu Pingan and the others to stand there and not move. Immediately afterwards, Zhu Shouyi put down the basket behind him, gently placed it in the grass aside, and then took out some ropes from it.
"This kind of footprints are those of a hare. The hare doesn't like to take detours. It just walks all the way to the dark side and jumps. So when you put on the trap, you need to place it higher. Don't damage the surrounding flowers and plants. Keep it as it is. "The rabbit is very timid, and it won't dare to leave when the flowers and plants change..." Zhu Shouyi explained to his two sons how to set a trap on a hare while he was setting the trap. "Rabbits jump and walk fast, so they won't pay attention to us." As long as it runs into the condom, it will never come out."
Zhu Ping'an noticed that the nooses his father put on were very simple. They were made of readily available materials, such as sticks, branches and ropes. Two nooses were made from the ropes. The first set is used to catch hares. If the rabbit gets into this set, it will be tightly strangled. The second cover is a protective cover that can block the first cover, leaving a minimum size to protect the rabbit's life. This chain set is indispensable. The first set catches the rabbit, and the second set ensures that it catches a live rabbit.
After laying three traps, Zhu's father led his two sons to go around and take another route. He said that if he was lucky, he could see the fat rabbit when he came back when he went down the mountain.
Slowly, a group of three people also gradually harvested: two pheasants, which Zhu's father found a pheasant nest and caught outside the chicken nest; five large carps weighing two or three kilograms, which were caught in a pheasant nest. It was caught in a mountain stream. The water was very shallow. There were a lot of fish in the water blocked by stones. This was caught by picking up the heavy ones, otherwise I could have caught more than ten fish. I also picked about ten kilograms of mountain mushrooms and fungus. Looking around, Zhu Pingan also contributed about a pound.
When passing by a bamboo forest, Zhu Ping'an thought of the bamboo shoots mentioned in A Bite of China, so he yelled for bamboo shoots. After hearing this, Zhu's father's eyes lit up, and he put down the bamboo basket in a good-natured manner and took out a sharp knife. Mouth hoe.
Father Zhu is a master at digging bamboo shoots. He can tell where and how big the bamboo shoots are just by looking at the color of the leaves. After a while, he dug up almost ** bamboo shoots, all of which were short and thick. About twenty centimeters long, they are tender and just right to eat. We also have bacon at home, and green bamboo shoots are the most delicious when paired with bacon.
At noon, we ate in the mountains. We picked some wild fruits, caught three slightly larger fish in the mountain stream and grilled them over a fire. We also had dry food brought from home, especially when my father found a gourd. , cut it open and cleaned it and made a fish soup with stream water. The milky white fish soup rolled in the gourd. The purest and natural smell of the fish soup was simply irresistible. Dad’s basket was like a jingle cat’s pocket, full of salt. ah.
With his mouth full of oil and his belly bulging, Zhu Pingan felt that this meal was the most filling and best meal he had eaten since coming to Ming Dynasty. It was a hundred times better than what he had eaten at home.
After eating, we took a short rest and then started looking for good things in the mountains again.
The small animals in the mountains are very alert. Maybe they are afraid of being beaten by hunters. They all seem to have become spirits, and the slightest movement disappears without a trace. At this time, Zhu Pingan missed the silly roe deer in that distant era. If only there was one here, he would definitely be able to catch it easily.
It's a pity that this is the Anhui and Hubei areas, and there are no stupid roe deer. Although there were no silly roe deers, Zhu Pingan still discovered something good. There were large white and golden flowers blooming under the tree over there.
It turned out to be honeysuckle. Zhu Ping'an's eyes lit up and he immediately ran over.
"Xie'er, don't run around." Zhu's father hurriedly followed.
Zhu Pingan ran to the honeysuckle and checked carefully. The flowers were all long like sticks, thick at the top and thin at the bottom, a little curved. The surface of the flower was yellow-white or green-white, with a layer of down on it. Zhu Ping'an looked at it for a while and found that it was indeed the honeysuckle described in "Compendium of Materia Medica". According to the records I have read before, honeysuckle can be said to be the easiest traditional Chinese medicine to prepare. After simple sun-drying and drying in the shade, you can get traditional Chinese medicine that can be used by medical students. "Compendium of Materia Medica" records: bitter, cold in nature, good at clearing away poisonous evils on the upper burner and muscle surface. If it can be included in Materia Medica, the price will not be too cheap.
Picking these honeysuckle flowers, taking them home, drying them and selling them to pharmacies might be a good way to make money.
Zhu Pingan made a mark nearby. If he can sell it for money this time, he can come directly to pick it in the future. There are a lot of honeysuckle here, so Zhu Pingan picked the best ones and only picked the buds. Because this mining method yields the finest honeysuckle, which is the most valuable.
When Zhu's father chased him worriedly, Zhu Ping'an was picking flowers vigorously with his butt stuck out. His little appearance was extremely cheerful.
Picking flowers?
Father Zhu's eyes twitched a little. Is his youngest son a libertine who hangs out among women? !
"Why are you picking flowers? Let's go, daddy will take you to pick fruits to eat!" Zhu's father felt that he had the obligation to correct his son's bad buds.
Zhu Ping'an raised his head and glanced at Zhu's father, shook his head, and continued picking.
"The fruit is very sweet and delicious." Zhu's father continued to work hard.
"This can be sold for money." Zhu Pingan muttered while picking flowers.
Father Zhu curled his lips, how much can these wild flowers be sold for? There are wild flowers and weeds everywhere in the mountains and plains, but there is no one selling them for money! He patiently told his son, "When people in the city buy flowers, they always buy peonies and roses. Not this kind of flower. If you feed this kind of flower to pigs, the pigs won't eat it!"
Feed the pigs and don’t even eat them?
Did you see, this is why the people in the village are so poor!
Whether you can sell it for money or not is not a matter of using pigs as judges!
"Brother, let me help you." Zhu Pingchuan felt sorry for his brother, put down the basket and helped pick flowers.
What he thought was simple, what his younger brother wanted, his older brother would get it.
"Then you can only pick this kind of flower." Zhu Pingan took out a standard high-quality honeysuckle and showed it to Zhu Pingchuan.
"Yes." The simple and honest elder brother nodded and helped pick honeysuckle. ;
