Return to the small mountain village in 1986

Chapter 29
After returning home, Gao Mingcheng entered the room where he was sleeping. His eyes fell on the mat, but he did not lift the mat in the end.

He suddenly wanted to rely on himself to enter meditation.

In the two previous meditations, I saw the meditation picture on the gold leaf paper, and then I fell into it naturally as if I was guided in an instant.

Therefore, he was wondering whether he could also succeed in meditating on his own.

So he sat cross-legged on the bed, his heart turned to the sky, and he began to recall the content on the gold foil paper in his mind.

However, no matter how he tried to recall, he still couldn't remember what the words on the gold foil paper were. He tried hard for a long time, but still got nothing.

"I seem to know all those words, but why can't I remember the content?" Gao Mingcheng frowned and pondered, but couldn't get the answer.

In the end, he could only lift the mat and take out the gold foil under the mat.

He pointed the gold foil paper at the kerosene lamp, and the moment the light passed through the gold foil paper, a golden light was dazzling. Almost instantly, Gao Mingcheng felt something in his heart, and he fell into a trance.

With the dawn of the morning, August has passed and a brand new September has ushered in.

September is early autumn, but the weather is still hot and crisp.Only in the morning and evening, there is a cool mountain breeze blowing Buddha from the deep mountains.

Gao Mingcheng's samadhi this time was shorter than last night's samadhi. He woke up around five o'clock in the morning when the sky was getting dark.

Feeling refreshed in the body, Gao Mingcheng was particularly satisfied.

He quietly went out, ran towards a flat hillside, found a suitable place, and began to practice boxing.

The sky was getting brighter and brighter, and a red sun was rising in the east, and the rays of light reflected on the young man practicing boxing. Every move and style of his was full of strength, and the muscles of his body became stronger little by little.

After practicing a set of four-door boxing ten times, Gao Mingcheng didn't stop until his body felt slightly tired and his body was covered with sweat.

At this time, the sky was already bright, and there was already smoke rising from the village at the foot of the mountain.

Gao Mingcheng did not return to the village, but continued to run into the mountains. There was a little dew in the grass, which wet his trouser legs. He ran wildly in the mountains, venting his energy. Tracks of prey.

In the early morning, when the pheasants and hares became active, the animals that had slept all night began to come out to look for food.

Gao Mingcheng didn't have a shotgun, bow and arrow, or even a knife, so he picked up some hard stones on the ground and used them as weapons to hit prey.

The movement of him running in the mountains, the frightened birds flying and beasts walking, there were rustling sounds everywhere, he ignored the birds flying around on the branches, and focused on the pheasants and hares.

The stone in his hand shot out in one direction, and there was a short sound of breaking through the air, followed by the dull sound of the stone hitting the target.

The stone hit the hare's head precisely, causing the hare's body to tilt and then fell to the ground.

After this hare suffered disaster, the other hares ran away faster and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye. Some hares hid in caves, some directly hid in dense bushes, and some hid in the dense bushes. No matter how skilled the hunter is, it is difficult to hurt it under the cover of the bush.

Gao Mingcheng was not greedy, he walked towards the knocked down hare in a happy mood, bent down to pick it up, and just as he got up, he saw the scorpion on the nearby hillside.

September is the ripening season for scorpion seeds, but it is only the beginning of September. Most of the scorpion seeds are red, and there are a few blue ones, and only a few have fully matured and turned dark purple.

Mangosteen is the wild fruit most commonly eaten by children in the village. Gao Mingcheng did not eat less of it when he was a child. Even adults would go to the mountains to pick them together when they are ripe.

Ripe mangosteen has a good taste and can be sold in the market for money. Even if it can’t be sold, it can also be used to make wine. Mango wine is a very good fruit wine, and it is known as "Top Ten Tonic Wines" among the people. , is also a kind of fruit wine often drunk in their village.

Gao Mingcheng's father knows how to steam wine, and there is no shortage of wine in the family, so every September, his mother will take his sister to the mountains to pick mountain twist seeds, and eat the ripe ones, the kind that are all red but not ripe Twister is suitable for making wine.

When Gao Mingcheng saw the twigs, his hand was already out of his mind, and he reached out to the few ripe twigs, picked them lightly, and picked the fruits off.

Yamaminko is like a miniature wine glass. There is a core in the middle of the fruit, which looks like a worm. There are many seeds on the outside of the core, but the taste is really sweet.

Gao Mingcheng ate several twigs in a row, and the sweetness spread on the tip of his tongue, bringing him a sweet taste and many memories at the same time.

In the mountains in the 80s, there are many kinds of wild fruits and vegetables in the mountains. Apart from this, there are many other wild fruits. However, with the flood of pesticides and climate change, by 2023, there will be a lot less wild fruits and vegetables in the mountains. up.

Gao Mingcheng in the previous life hadn't eaten twig for a long time. Even if he bought it, the fruit that is not worth much now can be sold for 30 yuan a catty in the later life, and the taste is not as good as it is now.

When Gao Mingcheng went down the mountain, he was carrying a hare with a broken neck in one hand and a bag of twisted nuts in the other. His hands were empty, so where was the bag?
It turned out that the top was taken off and used to hold the mountain twist.

When she got home, Grandma Xi had finished her porridge and was putting the dirty clothes into the bucket, and she was going to take them to the pond to do laundry later.

He washed his clothes indiscriminately last time, but the next day Grandma thought it was dirty, so he washed it again, and then told him not to wash it by himself. After changing the dirty clothes, he threw them aside and waited for her. Wash it together the next day.

Gao Mingcheng was a little embarrassed, but Grandma Xi insisted, so he agreed.

The main reason is that when he was at his house, he didn't do much laundry. It was his mother and his sister who washed the whole family's clothes.

After accepting this love, Gao Mingcheng secretly decided to treat Grandma better.

"Grandma, eat mountain twist." Seeing that Grandma was about to go out, Gao Mingcheng hurriedly greeted her.

"Yo, the mangosteen is ready?" Grandma Xi looked into Gao Mingcheng's pocket and saw that he had brought back a hare, so she couldn't help but smile.

"Well, it's a little ripe, but not too much, grandma, will your family make mountain twist wine this year? In a few days, Gao Zhuang and I will go to the mountains to pick some more." Gao Mingcheng asked.

Grandma Xi said: "People in our village, every household can make mountain twist wine, and I will definitely make it too. I plan to make a five-jin wine. Mingcheng, I heard people say that working on the railway is very tiring. You If you have nothing to do, go home and see your father, he is not too young, don't get tired, besides, he can still make money by steaming wine."

After all, grandma is an elder, and she really hopes that everyone's family will be harmonious.

(End of this chapter)