Song Siyuan was just listening to Ge Da's introduction to the Wild Forest!
"Girl, if you insist on breaking the casserole and asking the truth, then there is nothing we can do. If you insist on insisting on words, these black trees will not be considered dead, at most they will be considered half-dead."
Old Yu gritted his teeth, sat down on the stool in the corridor, and decided to talk to these young people about the power of Hei Mu:
A person has a face, and a tree has a bark.
Old people say that when the volcano erupted thousands of years ago, the volcanic ash was as hot as red-hot cinders.
If it falls on a person, a layer of skin will fall off.
The tree relies entirely on its bark for nutrients from its roots. Once it was covered by volcanic ash, the bark was immediately burnt to black charcoal, making it useless.
Volcanic ash is no better than magma. When the fire slurry is poured on it, even the core of the tree becomes coke and becomes dead.
The tree is covered with volcanic ash, but the outer bark is dead, but the heart of the tree is still there.
Although it was a blessing in disguise, the fact that he was half-dead made it even more painful.
Any old tree that is hundreds or even thousands of years old can produce spirituality just like mountain spirits and wild monsters. Changbai Mountain was a sacred mountain during the Liao and Jin Dynasties, and the age of the ancient trees is unknown.
The taller the ancient tree grows, the more it relies on its bark to transport nutrients throughout the body. If the bark is damaged, it will only slowly wither. An ancient tree with a little bit of spirituality will definitely want to survive.
Over and over again, the black tree can only develop tree holes, rely on the warmth to capture the animals that come to keep warm, and then use their blood to support itself.
Blood is the most nourishing thing in nature. It is harder than them. It absorbs nutrients from rotten wood in the soil and gets twice the result with half the effort.
Since then, these carbonized trees have naturally lived on flesh and blood, barely surviving.
"My guess is that the bark of these trees has turned into charcoal, but the roots of the trees are still intact, otherwise they would not have survived for thousands of years."
"Anyway, as long as they don't take the little old man's life, they can suck whoever they like. I don't care."
Old Man Yu's words were not only mysterious but also mythical. Song Siyuan did not believe that these trees really had thoughts and could make a living. They might just be some kind of bloodthirsty trees.
Old people always like to add mystery to things they cannot understand.
For them, turning to ghosts and gods for help when encountering problems is more useful than turning to modern science. She has no intention of arguing with the old man, but just silently notes the weirdness of the Black Wild Forest!
After chatting like this for an hour, the sky was soaked in ink, the Milky Way hung horizontally, and the sky was filled with stars.
Once night fell, the temperature at the peak dropped sharply, and when they felt that the animal skins could not withstand the cold, they quickly started a firewood in the incense cauldron in the temple.
As soon as the door of the side hall is closed, the cold air is cut off in the temple, and it gradually becomes warm and dry.
The four nursing homes were not familiar with them, and they had already gone to sleep in the ear room after eating. Old people like Old Man Yu slept a lot, so they burned the kang early and returned to the east room.
The furnaces burned high and the pits roared.
Yue Guanchao, Ge Da and Mao Ye sat around the fire pit and the cauldron, relying on the dancing flames to constantly relieve themselves from the hard work of the whole day.
"It's very cold in the mountains. Once this kind of air enters the lungs and joints for a long time, it can be fatal when you get older."
"I'm old, I'm old. Look at my hands, they are white as if they are burning incense!"
Mr. Cat was closer to the brazier than anyone else, and he wanted to put his hand into the fire. Only when a trace of white steam came out of his wrist did he feel the warm heat on his body.
There was no need to worry about food and drink in the Jiaolong Temple. They bought dried meat, sausages, and newly picked mushrooms from the woodshed. They grilled and ate them, which gave them the feeling of leisurely cat winter.
For a moment, Yue Guanchao forgot about the danger of going to the grave.
"Geda, why does Mr. Yu look like this?"
Song Siyuan was already curious about Old Man Yu's life experience from the first moment she saw him. People with such physical disabilities would inevitably mind the strange looks from others, so she didn't dare to ask until the old man fell asleep.
Geda bit into the roasted mushrooms and nodded to everyone:
"Yu Bo is actually the nickname we gave him. This old man's real name is quite cultured. His name is Yu Peishan."
Geda was only in his early twenties, and Yu Bo looked to be in his fifties or sixties. Everything he knew was told by the elderly people in Huangwei Village.
Regarding the story of Yu Bo, he only heard it mentioned in family conversations. Taking advantage of the warm heart of the campfire, Geda told all the stories of Yu Bo.
His past starts with pearls!
Pearls are priceless, jade is flawless, and the light of Yao is as white as a star.
The Chinese people's love for pearls has begun since the Shang, Zhou and Pre-Qin periods. The worship of pearls and jade by the poets and literati gradually made the pearls produced in the country gradually differentiated. By the previous dynasty, pearls were divided into east pearls and south pearls!
Nanzhu is produced in the South China Sea and has nothing to do with Yu Bo. What I want to talk about today is Dongzhu.
They are wild pearls produced in the Songjiang, Heijiang, Wujiang, Yajiang and other rivers in Eastern Province. They are large and round, with scattered light and light golden color. They are even more luxurious and luxurious when inlaid into jewelry. It can be said that they are extremely difficult to cultivate and are very precious.
It is precisely because one Dongzhu is rare in a hundred clams. This unique scarcity made Dongzhu monopolized by the previous royal family to demonstrate the inviolability of the royal authority.
The royal family is very fond of Dongzhu, and the subjects and clans naturally follow suit. The desire for Dongzhu also makes this originally golden pearl gradually become filled with blood and scarlet.
Yu Bo’s miserable first half of his life was all thanks to Dong Zhu!
He was a pearl fisher from the Dongjiang River in the previous dynasty!
