Golden Fishing Village

Ao Muyang walked on the mountain, and when he found a bamboo forest, he would go in to take a look.

Lu Wuyi followed behind him and became impatient, saying: "Who is looking for bamboo shoots in this season? Can there be bamboo shoots in this season? It's nonsense! Hey, you brought me up the mountain just to scare me, right?"

Ao Muyang didn't say anything, and walked in the bamboo forest with his head down.

Lu Wuyi didn't dare to follow him in. Once bitten by a snake, you will be afraid of the rope for ten years. The bamboo grew green and the ground was full of fallen leaves. When the wind blew, it made a rustling sound, which made him feel something was wrong.

However, he was right. Bamboo shoots are dug in late spring, or winter bamboo shoots can be dug in winter, but in early autumn, bamboos are growing desperately, so how can there be bamboo shoots?

This experience applies to ordinary bamboo shoots, not bitter bamboo shoots.

Bitter bamboo shoots are produced in all seasons, with the most in spring, but there are also in summer and autumn, but the quantity is very small. In addition, its economic value is small, so there are too few people who will go to dig it specifically, and the experience passed on is even less.

The season that is really suitable for eating bitter bamboo shoots is now. There are tender bamboo shoots to eat in spring and winter. Bitter bamboo shoots have a sweet and bitter taste, and the bitter taste is quite special. Most people can't enjoy it. Even if they come across it, they won't dig it, let alone eat it.

Of course, the bitterness can be removed by pickling bitter bamboo shoots for a few days, but then the bamboo shoots will be dry and have no edible value.

Eating bitter bamboo shoots in summer is good for the body. The weather is hot, and the spleen and stomach function of the human body is poor at this time, and most people have poor appetite. Eating bitter foods can restore the spleen and stomach function, increase appetite, and bitterness can relieve the heart fire.

From the perspective of traditional Chinese medicine, bitter bamboo shoots are bitter and sweet, cool in nature but not cold, and have good effects of disinfection, detoxification, and heat removal.

During the nap, Lao Ao hugged Lu Zhizi and wanted to kiss her, but he saw several blisters on the corners of her mouth. Obviously, she was very angry this morning, so he wanted to get some bitter bamboo shoots to reduce her heat.

Bitter bamboo shoots grow natively in Dalong Mountain. It is very difficult to grow them. The tender shoots must be transplanted with roots and soil, otherwise they will not survive.

Ao Muyang looked for small but sturdy bamboo forests. Large bamboo forests were just planted artificially in the village in recent years. There were no bitter bamboos, let alone bitter bamboo shoots.

He went into the bamboo forest to search, and Lu Wuyi stayed outside and found a short and strong locust tree to cool off.

Sitting on the stone under the tree, he looked down the mountain. The first thing he saw was a patchwork of old fishermen's houses. The red brick and green tile roofs and the lush tree crowns nestled together, with a fishing village style.

"It's pretty beautiful." He sighed subconsciously, and then quickly spat out a mouthful of saliva vigilantly, "Bah, the ravines are poor places, poor mountains and remote lands."

Looking out again, the vast ocean appeared in his eyes.

The golden beach stretches for several kilometers, and a small pier extends into the sea. Sailboats, sampans, yachts and small fishing boats are scattered on the sea, and occasionally the huge body of a sperm whale will surface.

Even from such a distance, the outline of the sperm whale can still be barely seen.

Under the azure sky, the sun shines on the sea surface, emitting a light golden light, and the waves continue to roll and hit the beach. Looking far away, there are large fishing boats passing by at the end of the sky, sporadically appearing for a while and then disappearing.

"The lone sail is far away in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River is seen flowing in the sky." Lu Wuyi subconsciously thought of this poem. This was taught to him by his sister when he was a child. At that time, the two had no entertainment activities, and his sister would take him to recite poems.

He racked his brains to come up with another poem that fits the occasion, a poem that was not taught by his sister, but he couldn't think of it even though his forehead was swollen.

Later, he played with the children of the Cao family, playing video games and bullying other children, but he didn't learn poetry.

Listening to the rustling sound of the leaves in the mountain wind, he recalled his childhood and felt a little depressed.

Gradually, in addition to the sound of the leaves being blown, he heard a clacking sound behind him, like footsteps, as if something was quietly approaching him.

So he subconsciously turned around and saw a group of brown and yellow round-headed small animals gathered together to stare at the top of his head.

These animals looked very strange, longer than dachshunds, with long necks and bodies, two black little eyes and triangular ears, and brown fur all over the body, except for the white fur around the mouth.

"Ah!" He screamed!

Weasels!

He shouted loudly, but the weasels were not afraid, but stared at him intently.

In fact, these weasels were not staring at his head, but at the treetops above his head, where there was a big-eared, round and beautiful fox, that was their boss.

As a result, when he called out, the weasels looked at him curiously. They were not afraid of human calls because they usually come into contact with people.

Tourists are not afraid of weasels because when they enter the village, the villagers will introduce that there are weasels in the mountains. These days, weasels are also national protected animals. As long as they don't come down the mountain to make trouble, Ao Muyang prohibits villagers from harming them.

Hearing the call, Ao Muyang walked out quickly, and then the weasels suddenly ran away in unison.

He grabbed Lu Wuyi's shoulders and asked sternly: "What are you calling? What the hell?"

"No, no, not a ghost, weasel! Weasel! Just now, they were all weasels!" He shouted in despair.

Ao Muyang looked around vigilantly and said, "Where is it?"

Lu Wuyi stamped his feet frantically and said, "They ran away, they all ran away. The weasels were here just now..."

He pointed at the rough tree roots exposed on the ground and shouted: "Right here, they were here just now, really, there are so many, dozens of them, such a large area!"

Ao Muyang's face darkened and said: "I told you to stay by my side, why didn't you listen? And who told you to stay under this tree?"

"I'm hot." Lu Wuyi was panicking at this time and didn't bother to argue with him.

Ao Muyang gritted his teeth and said: "If you are hot, go to the bamboo forest, what the hell are you doing under this locust tree? Do you know how to write the word locust? Do you know what it is called in the countryside?"

Lu Wuyi nodded and shook his head, and his heart was in a mess for a while.

"The word 槐 is a ghost next to the word 木. It is called a ghost-attracting tree in the countryside!"

Lu Wuyi swallowed his saliva subconsciously. He asked hopefully, "What's wrong with those weasels? Did I run into them by chance?"

"Humph, by chance?" Ao Muyang sneered. He asked, "Weasels don't come by chance. They are definitely attracted by something. Even if the wronged ghosts follow you, they won't be able to become powerful in such a short time. They shouldn't attract weasels. Hey, did the weasels move when they came just now? For example, what were they looking at or looking for?"

Lu Wuyi shook his head: "No, no, they just stayed there, gathered together and stared at me. No, it seems, it seems to be looking up."

He looked up at the top of his head. A withered yellow rope was hanging on the treetop, floating slowly...

"Ah!"