Elaborate on the world of mortals

Chapter 16 New Inkstones Made of Stream Stones

"I said the younger generation."

The voice came from afar.

Yi Shuyuan, who had already walked for a while, was stunned for a moment, turned around and looked back, and found that the woodcutter had also changed his route at some point and was walking towards him.

Surprised, Yi Shuyuan nodded.

"Is something wrong with this old man?"

The woodcutter came with firewood on his back, holding his back with one hand and wiping his sweat with the other.

"I'm a bit thirsty for collecting firewood, and I forgot to bring a container. I saw you brought a bamboo pot just now, but do you still have water to drink?"

Yi Shuyuan was relieved, smiled, stopped at the spot and waited for the woodcutter to come, then untied the bamboo pot from his waist and handed it over.

"Also, take it and drink it."

The woodcutter showed joy, took the bamboo pot and drank until there was no drop left, and then returned the bamboo pot to Yi Shuyuan.

Yi Shuyuan shook the bamboo jar, it was completely empty, he could only smile helplessly, but didn't say anything.

"I was too thirsty just now, I drank in a hurry."

"It's just a can of water, it's not worth talking about."

Yi Shuyuan put away the bamboo pot and was about to leave, and the woodcutter went with him.

"Where are you going?" "Shannangang."

"Oh, it's just on the way, let's go together for a while."

Yi Shuyuan felt very relaxed at the moment, maybe it was because of a change in mood, or maybe it was because the person around him gave him a natural and easy-going feeling. In short, the first time we met, we walked and chatted quite harmoniously.

"You are a young man who is free and easy, what are you doing up the mountain early in the morning?"

"With the beautiful scenery in the mountains and the presence of my parents, it is a good place for me to be quiet and peaceful for a while."

While Yi Shuyuan answered, he naturally propped up a twig blocking the way to let the woodcutter pass first. This action was not the first time.

The woodcutter followed with his hands holding the firewood rope, with a smile on his face.

"I really don't believe people say that they are here to find peace, but you are a bit interesting."

Hearing this, Yi Shuyuan was sure that the woodcutter was not from Xihe Village, otherwise it would be impossible for him not to know him. He was just thinking about how close he was to a village, but he didn't know what to call him. , after all, I am quite old, so I don't need to think too much now, so I just said it casually.

"Brother, you also mean to collect firewood."

The woodcutter turned his head and looked behind him, thinking he was joking about the lack of firewood.

"Haha, in the spring season, the forests grow in the mountains. People who often go to the mountains to collect firewood will not cut them down casually. They can just pick up some dead branches on the mountains. All things should follow the law, so that they can last forever and prosper!"

"I have been educated, but I am ignorant."

Yi Shuyuan didn't think too much about it just now, but now he understands that it makes sense. A little embarrassed, he also feels that this woodcutter is a bit extraordinary.

The birds in the forest were still chirping happily, but they were not annoying at all, and the noise followed as if they were going to join the chat topic together.

Soon Shannangang arrived, and the two graves could be seen from a distance.

Yi Shuyuan slowed down when he arrived here, and the woodcutter also put down the firewood here and sat on the rocks to rest.

Seeing Yi Shuyuan carefully pulling out the grass near the grave, the woodcutter looked at it and asked.

"Who is buried in the tomb?"

"It's my parents. They went mad and got lost in the early years. They left home for many years and didn't return. When they came back when they were sober, both parents died."

The woodcutter nodded, picked up the firewood stand and carried it on his back. It seemed that he had rested enough and was ready to leave. Before leaving, he looked back at Yi Shuyuan.

"I'll pass by here when I have time, and I'll take a look for you, but young man, with your temperament, if you enter the officialdom in the future, you will have to spoil your natural nature. I'm afraid it will not go well!"

Yi Shuyuan was taken aback for a moment, and raised his head to look in the direction of the woodcutter. His mind was still a little sharp, but other things were fine, but is this sentence a normal woodcutter can say?

"I didn't intend to gain fame at all."

Hearing Yi Shuyuan's words, the woodcutter shook his head with a smile, glanced at him without saying anything, carried the firewood on his back, and left singing a folk song.

"Logging~~get salary~live life~~~~a pot of turbid wine~~three liters of rice~~~"

The lingering sound continued for a long time, surrounding the mountains.

Yi Shuyuan stood up slowly, watched the woodcutter go further and further, looked down at the bamboo pot on his waist, feeling a little excited in his heart, and couldn't help thinking about it.

However, although there was some suspicion in his heart, Yi Shuyuan still didn't stop the woodcutter after all, let alone asked anything. still meet.
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Is it possible that the woodcutter is a mountain god?Or some kind of martial arts master?Or maybe a hermit?Or is he just a woodcutter with a bit of life wisdom?

Yi Shuyuan was walking in the mountains, a little bit worried about gain and loss, and soon there were some sounds of running water in his ears.

The woodcutter drank up all the water in the bamboo pot. When Yi Shuyuan was thirsty, of course he didn't go home directly, but went to the stream and spring in the mountain to drink water.

Although there are decades of emptiness in this world, some deep or vague memories of childhood are still there, and Yi Shuyuan also knows the location of the stream in the mountain.

Sure enough, within a few steps, a meandering stream of water appeared in his sight.

Although the weather is still relatively cold now, it has already melted into ice. Yi Shuyuan approached quickly, and saw that the stream was extremely clear, and the sound of the trickling stream was beating among the rocks.

Yi Shuyuan rolled up his sleeves and squatted down, washed his hands with the stream water first, then took half of the can with a bamboo can under the washing of the stream water, raised his head and drank it "gulu gulu".

"Ha~"

The stream entered his throat, and Yi Shuyuan put down the bamboo pot after letting out a breath, and wiped the water from the corner of his mouth with his hand.

This stream is a collection of mountain springs. Although it is cold, it is clear and sweet.

Yi Shuyuan leaned over again and stretched the bamboo pot into the water. While filling the water, he couldn't help but look up and down the clear stream. Seeing that there were many rocks of different shapes in the water, he couldn't help but feel a little movement.

The old inkstone handed down by that family has already been broken, and it needs to be raised at an angle to barely use it. The county government should provide the four treasures of the study, but how can people who live with writing and ink not have their own inkstone.

It is also very interesting to find a suitable mountain stone to use as an inkstone!
Thinking of this, Yi Shuyuan put the bamboo pot aside, stretched out his hand to pull up the rolled up cuffs, and then moved directly to search among the streams.

There are many smooth stones, and what Yi Shuyuan is looking for is the one with depressions. The depressions need to be slightly larger, and the shape is better and better.

A suitable stone has not been found yet, but it has disturbed many eight-legged generals living under the stone. Yi Shuyuan enjoyed it and was not polite. He just took the bamboo pot and poured out half of the water, and smiled and put crabs of suitable size Catch it.

But in just a short period of time, Yi Shuyuan's anxiety and depression had disappeared.

When Yi Shuyuan found it, his legs were sore and the crabs in the bamboo tank could no longer fit. Finally, he found a suitable stone more than 20 meters away from the place where he drank water at first.

It was a pale yellow mountain rock with a slightly irregular oval shape. It was just below a ray of clear spring. The water flow hit the depression and made the spring water splash. rainbow.

With just one glance, Yi Shuyuan identified the stone.

"You are the one!"

Yi Shuyuan laughed and said something, then went to grab Huangshi, and at the same moment, a small light yellow loach-shaped fish jumped out in panic under the stone.

"Hahahaha, I'm sorry!"

After joking, Yi Shuyuan took the stone and the bamboo pot, stretched his sore legs, and went back contentedly.

(End of this chapter)