Ao Muyang walked on the mountain, and after finding the bamboo forest, he would go in and take a look.

Lu Wuyi followed behind and became impatient and said, "Who is looking for bamboo shoots in this season? Can there be bamboo shoots in this season? Nonsense! Hey, you took me up the mountain just to scare me, right?"

Ao Muyang didn't speak and walked in the bamboo forest with his head silenced.

Lu Wuyi dared not follow in. Once he was bitten by a snake for ten years, he was afraid of the rope. The bamboo was green and the ground was covered with fallen leaves. The whistle and the sound of the wind made him feel something was wrong.

However, what he said is correct. Digging bamboo shoots is done in late spring, or winter shoots can be dug in winter, but in early autumn, bamboos are growing hard, so where are there bamboo shoots?

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

Bitter bamboo shoots are produced in all seasons, with the most produced in spring, but also in summer and autumn, but the number is small. In addition, its economic value is small, so there are too few people who will dig it out, so there will be even less experience.

The season that is truly suitable for bitter bamboo shoots is now. In spring and winter, tender bamboo shoots are eaten. The bitter bamboo shoots have a sweet and bitter taste, and the bitter taste is quite special. Most people cannot enjoy it. They will not dig it even if they encounter it, and they will not eat it.

Of course, marinating the bitter bamboo shoots for a few days can remove the bitter taste, but if the bamboo shoots are dry, they will have no edible value.

Eating bitter bamboo shoots in summer is good for the body. The weather is hot. At this time, the human body has poor spleen and stomach function and mostly has poor appetite. Eating bitter foods can restore spleen and stomach function and enhance appetite. Moreover, bitter foods can relieve heart fire.

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

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

Bitter bamboo shoots are born and raised in Dalong Mountain. It is very difficult to plant this thing. You must transplant the tender bitter bamboo shoots with roots and soil, otherwise it will not be able to grow.

Ao Muyang is looking for small but thick bamboo forests. The large bamboo forests have been planted manually in the village in recent years. There are 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 locust tree to enjoy the cool air.

Sitting on the stone under the tree, he looked down at the mountain. What caught his eye was a scattered old fisherman's house, with red bricks and green tiles snuggling with the lush tree canopy, which made him a fishing village style.

"It's pretty." He sighed subconsciously, and then quickly spit out vigilantly, "Bah, the mountains are poor, the mountains are remote and remote."

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

The golden sand beach stretches for several kilometers, and small piers penetrate into the sea. Sailboats, sampans, yachts and small fishing boats are scattered on the sea. Occasionally, the huge body of the sperm whales will surface.

Even though it is so far away, you can still barely see the outline of the sperm whale.

Under the blue sky, the sun shines on the sea and emits a light golden light. The waves continue to roll and slap the beach. Looking into the distance, a large fishing boat sails by at the end of the sky, sporadically emerging and disappearing.

"The lonely sail is far away and the blue sky is gone, but only the Yangtze River flows in the sky." Lu Wuyi subconsciously thought of such a poem. This was what his sister taught him when she was a child. At that time, there was no entertainment activity for the two, and her sister would take him to recite poems.

He racked his brains to think of another poem that suits the situation. One sentence was not a poem taught by his sister, but his forehead was swollen and he didn't think of it.

Later, he played with the children of the Cao family, playing electric games and playing tricks of bullying other children, just not learning poetry.

Listening to the clamoring sound of the mountain wind blowing on the leaves, he recalled his youth, and his emotions were a little sad for a moment.

Gradually, besides the sound of leaves being blown, he heard the sound of clattering behind him, as if it was footsteps, as if something was approaching him quietly.

So he subconsciously turned around and saw a group of small brown and yellow animals with round heads gathered together and stared at his head.

These animals are weirdly looking, even longer than dachshunds, with necks and body lengthening, with two small black eyes and triangular ears. The whole body is brown and yellow, and the mouth is covered with white hair.

"Ah!" He screamed!

A weasel!

He shouted loudly, but the weasel pack was not afraid, but stared at him with all concentration.

In fact, these weasels were not staring at his head, but at the treetops above him, which had a beautiful round fox with big ears and round circles. That was their boss.

As a result, the weasels stared at him curiously. They were not afraid of human screams, because they usually contacted people.

Tourists are not afraid of weasels, because when entering the village, villagers will introduce weasels on the mountain. These days, weasels are also protected animals in the country. As long as they do not go down the mountain to make trouble, Ao Muyang prohibits villagers from hurting them.

Hearing the screams, Ao Muyang walked out quickly, and then the weasel pack suddenly ran away in unison.

He grabbed Lu Wuyi's shoulder and asked sternly, "What's the name? Hell?"

"No, no, no, no, weasel! Weasel! They were weasels just now!" He shouted in dismay.

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

Lu Wuyi stomped her feet madly and said, "It's all gone, all the weasels are here just now..."

He pointed to the rough roots of the tree that exposed the ground and shouted, "It's here, they were here just now, really, many, dozens, and so a large area!"

Ao Muyang's face turned gloomy and said, "I told you that you are by my side, why don't you listen? Also, who asked you to stay under this tree?"

"I'm so hot." Lu Wuyi was panicked at this moment and didn't bother to argue with him.

Ao Muyang gritted his teeth and said, "You go to the bamboo forest, why are you doing on a horse and staying 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 her head, and her heart was in a mess for a moment.

"The word "Huai" is a ghost next to the word "Mu". It is called "Ghost-Shooting Tree" in the countryside!"

Lu Wuyi subconsciously swallowed his saliva, and he asked hopefully: "What's going on with those weasels? Did I happen to me?"

"Hmph, coincidence?" Ao Muyang sneered, and he asked, "Weasels would not come by chance. They were definitely attracted by something. Logically, even if the wronged souls follow you, they will not become a climate in such a short time. It should not attract weasels. Hello, did we have any abnormal movements when weasels came just now? For example, what are they looking for or looking for?"

Lu Wuji shook his head: "No, just stay there, gathered together and stared at me. No, it seemed, it seemed, it was looking up."

He looked up at his head, a withered yellow rope hung on the treetops, slowly floating...

"ah!"
Chapter completed!