Back in the 1980s, hiking in the mountains was also a way of life

Chapter 505 Not worthy of sympathy
Wang An discovered a law, that is, in this world, good times are often short-lived.

To be precise, the time we spend feeling excited is very short.

For example, when hunting with a knife, are those few seconds after you stab the bayonet into the prey’s body thrilling?

For example, when you open up a blind bear and take out a golden gallbladder, is it exciting or not?

For example, when you are flirting with a woman, are those last few extremely explosive seconds exciting or not?

Etc., etc.

We have to admit that these things are quite exciting, but we also have to admit that these exciting things are also very short-lived.

Just as Wang An was playing with and rubbing Fang Xiu'e's tender little hands, he heard the sound of footsteps.

It was the kind of leather shoes with iron soles that made that unique "crunch" and "crunch" sound when they stepped on the ground.

Although Wang An heard it, Fang Xiu'e was still immersed in the excitement of secretly touching his hands and couldn't extricate herself.

So, when Wang An put Fang Xiu'e's hands on the table and let his own hands hang naturally, Fang Xiu'e still felt a little unsatisfied.

In order to avoid being discovered, Wang An immediately asked in a serious tone:
"Doctor, what is wrong with me?"

Fang Xiu'e saw Wang An's look and heard the footsteps getting closer and closer. She immediately reacted, put on a poker face, and said very professionally:
"It's nothing serious. I just got a sore throat due to the rising temperature in spring. I can just go home and soak some dried motherwort in water and it will be fine."

As she spoke, Fang Xiu'e began to write on the white paper again, but what she wrote was not a prescription, but a paragraph:

You go back and wait for me first. If you have time, cook the meal.

I have to say that Fang Xiu'e's medical skills are quite advanced. In such a short time, she diagnosed Wang An with "heatiness".

At this moment, Wang An was indeed very angry!

Wang An saw Fang Xiu'e writing, so he said:

"I don't have any motherwort at home. Doctor, could you please prescribe some medicine for me?"

After Fang Xiu'e finished writing, she handed the paper over and also handed the key next to the table to Wang An.

At the same time, he said: "Then it would be the same if you soak some Isatis root and drink it."

Wang An took the paper and the key, glanced at the words on the paper, and smiled knowingly at Fang Xiu'e.

"I have Isatis root at home. Thanks, doctor."

Having said that, Wang An stood up and left.

After leaving the hospital, when passing a crossroads, Wang An looked at his watch, then pulled the reins and drove towards the market.

It was still early, so Wang An planned to go to the market to see if there was anything delicious.

I have to say, perhaps because of the comprehensive economic development, the market is now much more lively than before.

Not only did the number of people selling things increase by one or two times, but the variety of goods also increased significantly.

But what has increased along with it is that there are more petty thieves, and of course, fights are commonplace.

To be honest, in this black land of Northeast China, it is not normal not to fight. Often, after a few arguments between two people, they would say:
"What are you?"

"Hey, why are you?"

"Would you like to try another one?"

"What can you do if you try?"

"Ping, pong, who are you with? I'll let you see."

"I'm just looking at your pen hole, bang, snap, clang."

And just like that, the two of them started doing it.

When the two of them finished fighting, it was like this again: "Come on, brother, let's have a whole one. Sorry."

"It's none of Jiba's business. We are all brothers. It's all my fault."

"Hahaha"

"Hahaha"

Then they each do what they should do.
In fact, many people have misunderstood people from Northeast China. It is true that people from Northeast China often fight, but they don’t just fight whenever they want.

And it doesn't exist. You can't even look at me. If you look at me more than once, I'll kill you. How can it be so mysterious? Are you crazy?

If that's true, then there's nothing to do all day, just go out and fight.

So, there is a reason for the real fight, and provocative words like "What are you looking at?" and "What's wrong with me looking at you" are used to enhance one's own momentum, or are just a prelude to action.

Wang An led the horse and walked slowly in the market, glancing at the stalls on both sides from time to time.

Although there are quite a few things, I feel that most of them are the kind that every household has.

Like dried mushrooms, dried wild vegetables, pine nuts, walnuts, loose tobacco leaves, brooms, kitchen utensils, baskets of various sizes, clay pots, etc.
When Wang An wandered to the middle of the market, he finally discovered something interesting - winter mushrooms.

In fact, this period of time is a good time to pick winter mushrooms because the snow is melting, but not completely.

In other words, the winter mushrooms that were previously buried under the snow and difficult to find have now basically emerged.

But when it comes to picking winter mushrooms, you either need to rely on rich experience or know where to find them.

Or you have to rely on luck and search all over the mountains.

The former is fine, because as long as you go into the mountains you will get something. If it is the latter, it will be very difficult. You will definitely get something, but it will definitely not be much.

Wang An stopped Daer Ma and walked towards the stall.

The person selling winter mushrooms was a middle-aged man, probably in his 30s. His old cotton jacket was covered with patches, one on top of the other.

It is obvious that this man's family conditions are not good.

In fact, in rural areas of that era, most families were very poor, so there were very few people whose clothes did not have patches.

But there aren't many patches stacked in several layers like this.

No one cares about these things. Anyway, there are patches on your clothes and on my clothes too. It's just a matter of how many there are.

Wang An walked forward and said directly to the middle-aged man:

"Brother, how much is this winter mushroom per pound?"

As he spoke, Wang An squatted down, intending to buy all the winter mushrooms from this person if the price was right, so as to help him.

I only heard this man say:

"Two cents a pound."

Upon hearing the price, Wang An almost fell down.

I have to admit that winter mushrooms are indeed a rare thing because they are fresh, and they are also very delicious.

But no matter how delicious it is, it is just mushrooms, not meat. Besides, the price is a bit too expensive!
You know, the thing that is most abundant in the mountains is probably mushrooms. Who doesn’t have a few sacks of dried mushrooms at home?

Besides, dried mushrooms are only 2 cents per pound, and winter mushrooms are 5 cents per pound, which is a sky-high price. Selling them for cents is like a joke.

Looking at this man's appearance, Wang An suddenly thought of a sentence, which is:

"There must be something hateful about a pitiful person, and there must be something miserable about a hateful person!"

This kind of person does not deserve sympathy!

(End of this chapter)