Long Jiale

Shen Zhoucheng also arranged the Polygonum multiflorum in a room on the third floor, which has the same specifications as sparrow essence. He Shouwu put a small flowerpot on the spirit gathering array by the window sill and turned it into a ginseng rooted in the soil. After trying it, I was very happy , Thank Shen Zhoucheng again and again.

"Boss, you will be my boss from now on, He Shou Wu will do as I please!"

An old man with a white beard chased after him and said that he would be at his disposal. Shen Zhouzheng really felt the creeps, "No, I don't have anything for you to do, but this... Polygonum multiflorum, what are you good at?"

"I am a medicinal herb. I have been in the imperial hospital for so many years, and I have read thousands of medical books. I can still treat some common minor ailments and pains with Polygonum multiflorum."

"My ginseng whiskers are actually my beard. It is something that humans want very much. If you want it, Mr. Long, I can cut some for you. My ginseng whiskers are delicious in soup, especially chicken soup. You Do you want to try it?"

The corners of Shen Zhoucheng's mouth twitched. Although the thousand-year-old ginseng whiskers sounded very good, cooking soup with beards would not be so good. He quickly declined: "No need, no need."

"Boss, can I apply to own a medicine field and plant some medicinal materials..." Speaking of this, the white-haired ginseng essence Polygonum multiflorum seemed a little embarrassed.

Shen Zhoucheng didn't think much of it, "There are two or three acres of land on the mountain for you to grow medicinal materials. If there is nothing wrong, please help treat the minor illnesses and pains of the villagers."

"That's natural."

Therefore, the thousand-year-old ginseng essence, Polygonum multiflorum, also lived in the village. He knew that Shen Zhoucheng had a grandma, and he did what she liked, and gave him several pairs of black hair cream, which was prepared by Polygonum multiflorum himself. A name can turn an old man's newly grown hair black.

Shen Zhoucheng accepted his kindness, and brought the black hair paste home for Grandma Shen to try. Sure enough, the newly grown hair was all black, which made Grandma Shen very happy. She used to dye her own hair Black, but the newly grown hair is always white, sometimes with a circle of white and a circle of black, which is ugly.

This is good, the hair has become dark and shiny.

At first, the others didn't notice it, thinking it was Grandma Shen who dyed her hair diligently recently, but later found out that it was her newly grown black hair, and everyone envied her.

A new white-haired old man came to the village. He is said to be a master of traditional Chinese medicine. He stayed in the village to live for the elderly because he thought Qingquan Village had good mountains and rivers. When Polygonum multiflorum first appeared, many villagers stopped to watch it.

There is no way, because this old man with ginseng essence is really too fairy-like. At first glance, he looks like an old fairy or fairy priest in a TV series. He is especially good at bluffing people. At first, he still had a few superstitions. The old man went to He Shou Wu for fortune-telling and gossip in private.

The old God of He Shou Wu said that he was just an old Chinese doctor and that he was not lucky, so he gradually persuaded people to leave.

In fact, he didn't need to persuade him. After a month or so, no one believed in his immortality, because early in the morning, when He Chunhua led people to dance in the square, Polygonum multiflorum was practicing Tai Chi on the side, and every day he was worn by a bunch of people. Old aunts in red and green danced around and played various bold square dance songs. Even if he was a serious old man with white beard, the villagers felt that he was not so serious under the background of the environment. fell from the altar.

Xie Yihao also respected this white-bearded old fairy He Shouwu very much at the beginning, until one day, he saw the white-bearded grandfather lying on the sofa in Jixiang, eating potato chips and drinking happy fat house water, and he felt a gust of wind in his heart blowing rain.

The old man of traditional Chinese medicine...is the life behind him so...rich?

The days soon came to May, and the lychees planted on the mountain began to bear fruit. I don’t know what happened this year. It seemed that there was a monster wind. All the lychee trees in their provinces and cities crazily bear fruit. This is a very strange year. It indicates a good harvest of lychees this year.

"What happened to the lychee tree this year? The old lychee tree in front of my house has been around for more than ten years. It only blooms and never bears fruit. This year, a lychee tree grew out of nowhere?"

"It's the same in our village. The row of lychee trees at the intersection has never seen so many lychees growing."

"I'm dying of laughter. The house next door to me has a good yield of lychees. My daughter is graduating from senior year this year. Isn't she going to hand in her thesis and prepare for her defense? She asked her daughter to carry a sack of lychees back to school. The little girl got nosebleeds after eating..."

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Although the lychee trees planted by Shen Zhoucheng for the first time this year bear fruit for the first time, they catch up with this evil wind, and the trees are full of lychees. , It looks red and bright, even more beautiful than the crabapple trees full of trees.

Walking into the lychee forest, the air seems to carry the sweet fragrance of lychees, which is a very sweet and greasy smell.

The abundant harvest of lychees is not a good thing for those who grow lychees, because the output is too high and the supply exceeds demand. This year they cannot be sold at a high price. There may be a lot of lychees that will rot in the ground.

The fruit merchants who were willing to buy lychees from Shen Zhoucheng pretended not to answer. This year, there are too many lychees here, and they are very competitive. They are not easy to sell. Only some rare varieties can be sold at a higher price. , Other ordinary lychees are sold by carts on the side of the road. There are lychees that cost ten yuan and five catties.

In this season when lychees are in the market, there are fruit shops selling lychees everywhere on the street, and there are also lychees in the refrigerator when they go home. Many of them have been hurt by the sweet lychees. When it came to eating lychees, they all shook their hands and refused.

Shen Zhoucheng took the little fox up the mountain to pick lychees. The biggest lychee tree was already full of fruits. Shen Zhoucheng put the big basket on the ground, and the little fox slipped down from his shoulders. With his small eyes, he saw the biggest and reddest lychee on the branch at a glance.

Climbing all the way up the tree trunk, the little fox stood tremblingly on the branch, with one paw pressed in front of him, his body slightly tilted to the left, he raised his left paw, stretched it out, and tried to touch the hanging one. One of the reddest and largest lychees.

The paw barely touched it, and the lychee wobbled, its eyes were fixed on the lychee, and it must get it.

Shen Zhoucheng went to the side to pick lychees, paying attention to the little white dumpling, lest it play dangerous moves and fall from the tree. After Shen Zhoucheng picked half of the basket by the side, the little fox still fell On the branch, fight stubbornly with that lychee.

Shen Zhoucheng: Should I be glad that it at least didn't throw itself off?

The little fox stood on the branch, with a long snow-white tail wrapped around the trunk, and it continued to stretch its short front legs to reach the big fiery red lychee that was clearly in front of it but could not be picked off by it.

Shen Zhoucheng shook his head, walked over directly, raised his hand to press down the tree trunk, and easily picked the big lychee that the little fox dreamed of.

Handing the lychee to Xiaobai Tuanzi, Shen Zhoucheng smiled.

The little fox held the big lychee with its paws, then jumped down from the tree and jumped into Shen Zhoucheng's arms. Shen Zhoucheng squeezed its ears, "You said you are a fox, why do you look like a little fox?" How about a monkey?" I like to jump up and down the tree.

The little fox hugged the lychee and hummed twice, and turned into Shen Li again. The young man peeled off the lychee in his hand, and the flesh inside the fiery red lychee was crystal clear, and the aroma was very attractive. From the color, you know it must be juicy.

Shen Li's eyes widened, and he was delighted to have picked this big lychee. He walked up to Shen Zhoucheng with the lychee, fed the lychee in his hand, and offered his treasure happily: "Zhouzhou, try it, the lychee I picked , sweet or not?"

A smile flashed in Shen Zhoucheng's eyes: I obviously picked the lychees myself...

He lowered his head and ate the lychee. The flesh was multi-core and small, with plenty of juice, and it was really sweet.

"It's sweet."

After hearing his affirmative answer, Shen Li smiled happily, two dimples appeared on the side of his cheeks, and then he turned into a little fox again, jumped into the basket full of lychees and lay down on his stomach, lying on his stomach under the lychees. Rolled in the pile, happily spread out into fox cakes,

That appearance seems to be saying: I picked a big basket of lychees, and I am exhausted.

Shen Zhoucheng tapped its little nose, thinking: What a shameless little one.

He went down the mountain with this basket of lychees and the little fox. Many people gathered in Wangzhulou today. The square dance team organized by He Chunhua in their village participated in the square dance competition in the city and won the second prize. To celebrate.

Shen Zhoucheng picked this basket of lychees to celebrate his grandma and other aunts and aunts winning the prize.

The dance they won the prize rehearsal was very creative. They called Polygonum multiflorum to dance Tai Chi sword in the middle, and the aunts holding oil-paper umbrellas and silk ribbons danced around him. The lights flickered, and the judges praised their dance for its combination of rigidity and softness, and awarded them the second prize.

"Hey, these lychees are really sweet, much more delicious than previous years, but this year's lychees are not easy to sell."

"It's really not easy to sell, and it can't be sold at a high price."

He Chunhua took a sip of the lychee, saw Shen Zhoucheng, his eyes lit up, and suddenly joked with Grandma Shen: "Well, I should have let your little Shen go to dance swords among us, maybe he could win the first prize return."

Grandma Shen nodded, feeling the same way.

The corners of Shen Zhoucheng's mouth twitched, he laughed inwardly, and never participated in their conversation.

He walked up to the little fox, and the snow-white little guy was still lying in a basket of lychees. On the bright red lychees, there was suddenly a lump of silver, which was soft and waxy. Shen Zhoucheng squeezed the little dumpling. The limp body was patted by the opponent's paw.

Peeling a few lychees and feeding them to it, Shen Zhou sincerely thought that the tens of thousands of catties of lychees on the mountain this year were really not easy to sell, but in reality it was not so easy to sell, but he could consider using an e-commerce platform, after all, they still have an internet celebrity Fox is not it.

Take a picture of his little white dumpling lying on the lychee pile like a salted fish, let it stand up and sit on the lychee hill, and take a picture of its back. It has a round buttocks, a long soft tail, and its ears are slightly drooping. Judging from the back, it looks chubby with a touch of cute loneliness, and then there is a line on the P: "The down-and-out little white fox Wanjin lychees are slow to sell, everyone come and help it."