sports eagle

Chapter 75
Wang Feipeng lingered at the end with the smell of alcohol all over his body, first to avoid disturbing everyone's inhalation of fresh air, and second to prevent his friends from falling behind.The young people were unhappy occasionally, but they quickly waved away. A group of people jumped up and down, laughing and playing, and the laughter spread all over the mountain forest. They walked along the winding mountain road. The yellow wattle, the leaves are all over the ground, and a gust of breeze is flying all over the sky.

Although it is winter, the sun is shining brightly and brightly in the afternoon, and it doesn't feel cold at all.Everyone was in great interest, chatting and watching the scenery. Some broke off a long stick and held it in their hands and hummed; some picked up a big stone and threw it into the distance, pricking up their ears to listen to the rolling sound; They picked up their slingshots and aimed at the birds not far away. Before they could launch the birds, they were frightened by the group of people and flew away. Some of them hummed little songs, which were tone-deaf and had a southern and northern accent that made it difficult to listen carefully.

Suddenly there was a burst of clear and clear singing, like a lark in the forest, overshadowing all the disturbances, everyone looked closely and it was Qingqing!The big mask is gone, the coat is tied around the waist, and a small wooden stick is dancing in his hand. Looking back, two big mischievous eyes are rolling around, and the singing is clear and melodious, ethereal and melodious, filling the entire mountain forest:

The sun blinks at me and the birds sing to me. I am a little fairy who works hard and is not clingy...

Don't ask me where I come from, and don't ask me where I'm going, I want to pick the most beautiful flowers and dedicate them to my little princess...

The king called me to patrol the mountains, I turned the world around, beat my drums, beat my gongs, life is full of rhythm...

The king asked me to patrol the mountains and catch a monk to make dinner. The water in this mountain stream is extremely sweet. I would not envy a mandarin duck or an immortal...

The singing, like a gurgling trickle, cleanses everyone's hearts; the singing, like a ray of brilliant sunshine, illuminates everyone's hearts.Regardless of whether they can sing or not, everyone hums together:
The sun winks at me, the birds sing to me, and I'm a hard-working, clingy goblin.

Don't ask me where I come from, and don't ask me where I'm going, I want to pick the most beautiful flowers and present them to my little princess.

The king asked me to patrol the mountains, and I turned the world around, beat my drums, beat my gongs, and my life was full of rhythm.

The king asked me to patrol the mountains and catch a monk to make dinner. The water in this mountain stream is extremely sweet. I would not envy a mandarin duck or an immortal...

The winding path leads to a secluded place, and the flowers and trees in the meditation room are deep.The mountain light pleases the nature of the birds, and the shadows of the lake empty the hearts of the people.Everything is silent, except for the sound of the remaining bells and chimes.After a while, everyone came to the Lotus Temple. There was a gurgling stream, bamboo forests everywhere, and the bamboo leaves turned yellow.

There are very few monks in the temple, and a group of energetic and energetic young people poured into the usually deserted temple. The cleanliness and tranquility no longer exist, and the monks are not annoyed. They guide them into the temple to play.

Wang Feipeng asked about the grave of Master Qingsong, and went to the bamboo forest in the backyard alone. The hut where Master Qingsong practiced was still the same, but the ancestors had passed away.The tomb is very simple, with a pile of earth and a tombstone, and nothing else.Wang Feipeng respectfully kowtowed to worship, feeling sad in his heart: a generation of masters, riding a crane to the west, the treasure of the country, no one to pass on, mourning and mourning...

The Lianhua Temple was tossed about by a group of young people, and it took a long time for someone to suggest going down the mountain. Logically, they should return from the original road, but a few mischievous boys wanted to go down the mountain by another rugged path, and the road they walked was unwilling. Re-walk, and finally unanimously asked to divert.Wang Feipeng looked worriedly at the excited Qingqing, "The two children are less than ten years old, so it's probably not safe to walk on that rugged mountain road."

Qingqing comforted with confidence: "We have a few big laborers. If we can't do it, we can carry them down the mountain. You see, they have too much energy, and they are afraid that the world will not be chaotic. Just let them suffer. Isn't it you? You won't tell me Want to run off on your own?"

Wang Feipeng smiled wryly and said: "Then can you let me get away with this big labor?"

Qingqing poked the ground with a wooden stick in her hand, and said firmly: "Of course, if you want to sneak, break your dog's leg first; besides, the scenery is more beautiful where no one has walked!"

Wang Feipeng smiled and said, "Don't you catch a monk for dinner?"

"I'll catch you for dinner tonight! After so long, why do you still smell so strong of alcohol?" Qingqing fanned the air in front of her nose with her hands, and rolled her eyes.

"Pour a catty of wine on your body and try it. It will still taste good the next day!" Wang Feipeng spread his hands helplessly.

"You'd better break the queen, let's go to clear the way!" After speaking, he shook his braids and jumped away alive.

In the past few years, the urbanization process has accelerated, the rural population has dropped sharply, and many people have switched to burning liquefied petroleum gas. Before the 80s, every year during the firewood cutting season, the hills were cut bare and the leaves were raked clean.Now the vegetation on the mountain has not been cut down for many years, the bushes and weeds are overgrown, the leaves are piled up and rotted, and the mountain paths are covered by various plants, making it difficult to walk.

The more difficult and rugged the road, the higher the difficulty of the challenge, the more emotional and high-spirited this group of rooster heads.The 10 older people were divided into two groups, each time 5 people were arranged in a cone shape, cut off the small trees and branches blocking the way, and stepped forward to clear the road in turn. Qingqing led a few dolls to follow behind them, chirping and directing The two teams advance alternately.This small road is slightly shorter than the main road, but steeper. After all, it is a small road. There are no big trees on the road to block the way, or there is no way to go. Everyone went forward bravely, and it was unimpeded.

Wang Feipeng hangs behind the big troops to look around. This is a habit for many years. He often went up to the mountain to collect herbs with his grandfather since he was a child. He knew dozens of herbs. In winter, many plants are bare, and there are not many green leaves that can be seen. Mainly rhizomes.Wang Feipeng soon discovered that there are many kudzu roots in this place, which are easy to identify. Pueraria vines radiate roots from a female vine, and the roots grow along the ground. It is not too difficult to find, usually from the vines on the ground. Search along the vines until you find the mother vine festival. Generally, the bigger the mother vine festival, the bigger the kudzu root below.Wang Feipeng found a big kudzu root. The soil was very loose. He dug it open with a stick and dug out several super large wild kudzu roots. Five or six together weighed more than [-] kilograms. convenient.

There are many wild vines on the mountain, and there are no leaves in winter. To identify the species, you must search for the vines to check the roots. Wang Feipeng followed the main force, searching back and forth, left and right.After a while, he came to the middle of the road. The path was winding, rugged, overgrown with weeds, and some of them were taller than people. Wang Feipeng saw a small vine in the crevice of the rock on the left. He pulled it casually with his hand, and the vine was stretched. Straight, the root position is immediately exposed, and gently poked with a stick, revealing dark brown roots. Wang Feipeng's eyes lit up, and he dug the soil vigorously with both hands, and soon more were exposed. The roots were thick and oval, as if they were wild He Shou Wu!

Polygonum multiflorum can soothe the nerves, nourish blood, activate collaterals, detoxify, and eliminate carbuncles. It is a common precious Chinese herbal medicine.The ones sold in the market are all artificially cultivated, and there are very few wild ones like this one. Making wine with Polygonum multiflorum can nourish blood, black beard and hair, strengthen muscles and bones, and nourish liver and kidney. It is very suitable for grandpa and grandpa to drink. Wang Feipeng immediately became excited , Carefully remove the soil around the roots, expand the scope, and dig out the roots of herbal medicines to avoid breaking the rhizomes, so as to prevent the juice from flowing out and affect the efficacy.

The people in front were still clearing the road in turn. Although half of the journey had passed, everyone was already tired. Looking for a flat hillside, everyone lay down in the grass together, looking at the white clouds and blue sky, and felt extremely comfortable.Qian Youtu didn't see Wang Feipeng, so he asked Qingqing, "Where did your brother Feipeng go? We worked hard to clear the way ahead, but he, a big laborer, strolled leisurely behind?"

"He smells too much alcohol. I asked him to stop the back, so that no one would fall behind. I don't know why he went there. Shouldn't he be taken away by wild beasts?" Qingqing was also a little confused.

"We've already rested for a while, logically he should have arrived, why is he still missing?" Sun Wuchen asked casually while lying on the grass.

"Don't worry, so many of us may disappear, but he won't! When he catches up later, let him clear the way in front and help." Qingqing's mind flashed back to the scene when he saw Wang Feipeng for the first time and demonstrated in the yard. : With a little tiptoe, borrowing strength from the courtyard wall, the figure skimmed to the Zhang high courtyard wall, and then turned back to the courtyard, that kind of ease is like walking leisurely.

Qian Youtu said with a smirk: "I'm worried that he will be caught by the goblins in the mountains for dinner, and maybe he will become the king of the mountain. We will come back later, and he is collecting tolls here..."

While everyone was joking about Wang Feipeng, the boy had already dug a large pit with a radius of one meter, and most of the roots of Polygonum multiflorum had been exposed. It was very clear that this was a wild Polygonum multiflorum, estimated to be seven or eight kilograms, and at least [-] years old. Hundreds of years!Thinking that grandpa would definitely burst into laughter when he saw this wild Polygonum multiflorum, Wang Feipeng showed a happy smile on his face, and the movements of his hands increased. The deeper he went, the harder it became to dig. Several sticks had been broken, so Wang Feipeng found a piece. A long pointed stone, with luck in both arms, dig down hard.

(End of this chapter)