Those years of farming in the mountains

Chapter 169
When was the last time you went down the mountain?

Walking on the mountain road, Chen Yu was bored thinking about something.It seems to be... early June?When I bought oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar, I brought ginger seedlings back to plant.

Hiss—didn't it mean that he lived on the mountain for more than two months!
As expected of me.

There were many distracting thoughts, and the feet were circling around. Not long after, I passed the mountain pond again, but it was a pity that it was affected by the landslide caused by the previous heavy rain.

Also under the effect of that landslide, this mountain road was much more difficult to walk. Fortunately, today is a sunny day, and there are no muddy obstacles under our feet.

After passing through the narrow aisle that I personally blew up, I went down the mountain four times and came to the edge of the forest at the foot of the mountain.

Finding the direction, he went straight to the county seat.

On both sides of the road, there are farmers picking seeds and pulling weeds, and they are taking care of Lu Gu. This crop is not as productive as rice, and it needs to be weeded frequently like spring millet. However, there are no other grains spread in Shiya County, and he can get several kinds. If you choose it at will, it will be taken care of by Uncle Liu, otherwise you can only choose to plant it on the mountain.

Far less convenient than Changbaisu.

Just in terms of taste, the taste of Changbaisu is really not as good as that of Lu Gu, which is softer to eat.

Directly facing, a city looms not far away.

……

"Good firewood! A bundle of nine coins!"

"Here comes the sugar man! Hey the sticky sugar man!"

Stepping into the city, there was a lively atmosphere, but Chen Yu's expression moved slightly. He noticed that compared with last time, there were far fewer vendors and servants in the city. Two skinny poles, one tall and one short, were squatting on the ground, with seven or eight bundles of dry firewood beside one, and a wooden table on the other, with a lame stool under his buttocks.

Although the two were shouting to solicit, their voices and movements were obviously weak.

He looked at the rest of the place, and the popularity was much cooler than last time.

He glanced thoughtfully at the dozen or so police officers who were yawning by the city gate.He walked across the avenue, still planning to exchange the things in his hands first, and then go to Caishikou to find if there are any big white root seeds to buy.

Maybe something happened again in the past two months, otherwise there wouldn't be such a crowd in twos and threes, far different from the busy traffic and shoulder-to-shoulder crowds seen in the past.

It was still early at this moment, but there were very few people coming and going.

Chen Yu thought about it for a while and then forgot about it. These had little to do with him. Maybe there were bandits somewhere nearby?Or rebels?
After a section of the city entrance, gradually deepening, the flow of people finally increased, and it looked like it was in memory.

Although Shiya County is remote, there are quite a lot of people around it, and it is close to the Baiqi Mountains. Every day, farmers come to sell their own vegetables, and some traders come to buy fur, herbs and other mountain products.

It is really rare to see so few people at the entrance of the city.

With his things, he went to the pharmacy first.This time I went down the mountain with some Qingxin Pills, which were quite a lot. The old Taoist couldn't bear the shame and rarely exchanged them, but Chen Yu didn't restrain himself, and simply rubbed sixteen or seven pills. Then copy twenty or thirty from the tripod.

And because he was familiar with the "Fengpu Sandan", he integrated some of the methods of refining Sandan into Qingxin Pills, and slightly modified it. The finished product was much better than before in terms of heat, luster, and shape.

I think I can get a lot of money for the Taoist temple.

After leaving the pharmacy, there was a bag of pills missing in his arms, and a bag of medicine in his hand.

There are proprietary medicines and powders, but more are medicines.

Last time he only took five kinds, this time he picked twenty kinds at one go, the potency involved all aspects, and most of them matured quickly.

Qingxin Pill is one of the signs of Yunheguan. Even though there were few outflows in the past few decades, the pharmacy has its own people who know and distinguish medicines, and evaluate them from various angles from fineness to efficacy, and then give him an encouragement. Sac bag.

It's just that after changing the medicine, the wallet shrank again.But there is not much to buy in the future, at most add a few autumn and winter clothes.

That's enough.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help remembering the money that the old Taoist priest spent in his memory to heal his illness and heal his health. Instead of all the money he got from traveling in the rivers and lakes, he couldn't recover in the end.

In comparison, the little money I got in exchange for Qingxin Pills was indeed not worth mentioning. No wonder the old Taoist seldom had the idea of ​​selling pills for money at that time.

Taking the big and small bags, Chen Yu went to the grain store of Uncle Liu's house.

One is to visit and send some things along the way. When I first came here, the mountain was poor and empty. If it wasn't for this nominal uncle to lend a helping hand, I'm afraid I would have frozen to death on the mountain.Secondly, it is also to understand the recent changes at the foot of the mountain and ask about the situation.

"It's rare for my nephew to go down the mountain once, but I keep a close eye on this old man."

As soon as he entered the door, he had just informed the boy in the shop, and a burst of hearty laughter came out.

"Master, please don't blame me. My nephew recently sorted out the Daoist scriptures and read a lot. I have some doubts. I hope my master will give me some advice."

Chen Yu cupped his hands and saluted, posing as a junior.

When the other party saw it, they laughed even louder, obviously it was especially useful for this.

"Hahaha, what's the matter, the old man is just a plowman. I haven't dabbled in Daoist scriptures and collections for a long time, and the manager of Shuyi has completely forgotten about it. How can I discuss Daoism with my nephew."

"But that's not the case. The sages said: the day advances, and the years pass to form a wheel. The master has practiced in old age, and the time for my nephew to enter the Tao is still short. Of course, there is still a lot to learn."

Seeing Chen Yu scrupulously asking for advice, Uncle Liu greeted him and sat down. He had to take a sip of the tea served by the servant, and while breathing foul air, motioned the young man in front of him to speak.

Chen Yu didn't come here for so-called advice, so he casually asked some pre-thought-out questions, which not only satisfied Master Liu, but also invigorated the atmosphere.

Enjoyed talking.

It seems a bit mundane, but these are just common sense in communication. Although he doesn't use it much, he doesn't feel conflicted, it's just a little boring.

Soon the two got to the point.

Chen Yu put a wooden box in his arms on the table.

Uncle Liu didn't look at it much, as usual, he waved his hand for the boy to take it down and store it.

Maybe it's just Qingxin Pills, after all, it has been like this several times before.

Chen Yu did not explain, what was placed in the wooden box was a piece of Jingjing incense. Compared with Qingxin pills, not to mention the effect of calming the mind and qi is greatly increased. For Master Liu who has practiced Taoism and still likes to read Taoism books until now For some people, it is more effective in enhancing concentration.

The price is more than a thousand dollars.

And burning incense has no side effects on ordinary people who have no energy in their bodies.As for the usage, there is a piece of paper in the wooden box with a detailed description.

One coin at a time can be ignited five times in total.

It's not that he doesn't want to give more, but that it's not beautiful to give too much of this spiritual thing.

When it is used up, if it is confirmed that it is effective, I will give some more when I go down the mountain next time.

Of all the living beings at the foot of the mountain, there are only a few who he can remember, and the one with the closest relationship is undoubtedly the one in front of him.

Repaying kindness with kindness, Chen Yu is not distressed about losing the Wuqianxiang tablets.

Of course, forget about spiritual liquid and spiritual energy, the old man can't bear it.

At the table, seeing the things being delivered, he took the opportunity to talk about the recent things down the mountain.

Unexpectedly, Uncle Liu put down the teacup and sighed repeatedly.

(End of this chapter)