The pastoral life of the grass tribe chief

To the north lies Longchong Cliff, the highest peak in Longchong Town.

At that age of boundless energy, he and a group of madmen searched for the legendary treasure, covering the mountains within a radius of several kilometers. Apart from leaving "XX was here" marks on the stone walls everywhere, they didn't even find a single fragment of ceramic from the previous dynasty.

That was also the first time in his life that he had climbed to the top of Longchong Cliff.

It was already dark when they reached the top of Longchong Cliff, which alarmed the entire village, who mobilized to search for them. They were severely scolded by the adults.

Thankfully, I'm no longer a little kid, otherwise I'd be eating stir-fried pork with bamboo strips again.

Following the instructions of the grass ring, Lu Yao arrived at the foot of the cliff of Longchong Cliff, where the grass ring vibrated more and more intensely.

"On this cliff."

Looking at the sheer cliff in front of him, Lu Yao had a strong premonition that what he was looking for was on that cliff.

He slung his sickle over his shoulder and climbed up the almost vertical rock face like a gecko.

When they reached a pine tree growing on a cliff, the vibrations of the grass ring stopped.

The pine tree grows in a crevice in the rocks.

A he shou wu (Polygonum multiflorum) plant is entwined around a pine branch.

"One hundred and thirty years old He Shou Wu (Polygonum multiflorum)".

When Lu Yao saw this Polygonum multiflorum plant, a number of years flashed through his mind.

He wasn't surprised at all that this Polygonum multiflorum plant had grown for so many years.

Ordinary people can't even climb to this position; only someone with special abilities could get up there.

Lu Yao sat on the pine tree, took out his sickle, first cut off the tender green stems and leaves and put them into his space, then carefully dug out the whole He Shou Wu plant, the tuber weighing a full thirty jin.

If it hadn't grown in a narrow crevice in the rocks, it would definitely weigh more than this.

Lu Yao put the Polygonum multiflorum into his spatial dimension, climbed down the cliff, and then happily went to cut the old man's roots.

Back home, Lu Yao didn't tell his parents about finding the century-old He Shou Wu (Polygonum multiflorum); he had his own plans.

Then he went to the bamboo forest to cut bamboo to make bamboo flower pots, filled them with soil, inserted the roots of Polygonum multiflorum, placed them by the spiritual pool in the space, and watered them with spiritual spring water every few days.

Once the rhizome develops fibrous roots, it can be transplanted, and you can have as many as you want.

Lu Yao and his parents are having lunch.

"Your lard."

The sound of a motorcycle came from outside, followed by the shouts of the pig boss.

"Eat at my house."

Lu Yao put down his chopsticks and came out, taking a large bag of pork fat from the pig owner.

He is used to eating lard and still can't get used to eating vegetable oil even after working outside for many years.

He stubbornly believed that dishes cooked with lard and firewood were the most delicious food in the world.

Once he had enough money, he decided to build another kitchen next to the main kitchen and buy a wood-fired stove to cook.

"No, Chairman Li said he's short one player for the mahjong game and has called me several times."

"That's what the pig owner said."

"You don't even need to eat."

Lu Yaozhen couldn't understand what was so appealing about mahjong that could make people so addicted, and he didn't want to understand.

Perhaps it's genetic; his family members are naturally immune to gambling.

These things are fine for pure entertainment, but once they're linked to money, they lose their meaning, and I feel disgusted by them and don't want to touch them at all.

"Eat instant noodles."

The pig boss walked away laughing.

Lu Yao took the pork fat to the kitchen and put it away, planning to press the pork fat after his afternoon nap.

That evening, Lu Yao took out the stems and leaves of Polygonum multiflorum from his space, washed them, boiled them to make a medicinal juice, and then added rice, jujubes, and white sugar to cook porridge.

These are the stems and leaves of a 130-year-old Polygonum multiflorum plant; they are already very nourishing without the addition of spiritual spring water.

Most people only know that the tuberous root of Polygonum multiflorum is a precious medicinal material, but they don't know that its stems and leaves can cure all kinds of diseases, and there is also a Chinese medicine called Ye Jiao Teng.

Consuming Polygonum multiflorum porridge for several days can be effective for those suffering from excessive dreaming, intractable insomnia, blood deficiency and body pain, and rheumatic pain.

After cooking, I personally delivered it to my parents and sister-in-law.

As for my nephews and nieces, their figures are what they are, they don't need any supplements.

"Mom and Dad, sister-in-law, I cooked some Polygonum multiflorum porridge. You'll be able to get a good night's sleep after eating it."

Lu Yao placed the casserole on the coffee table and then called Wang Juan to eat together.

Their city is one of the main planting bases for Polygonum multiflorum. Polygonum multiflorum and Polygonum multiflorum can be bought in Chinese medicine shops and medicinal herb markets. The three of them just assumed that he bought it and did not suspect anything.

"Don't waste money, we're perfectly healthy, we don't need supplements."

Despite their complaints, Lu Lide and Wang Xiurong ate with relish.

"Uncle, my second aunt said that her neighbor's daughter just graduated from university and started working. She is good-looking and has a good character."

"My second aunt has talked to the other party about you. The other party and their family have seen your photos and have a good impression of you. If you agree, my second aunt can recommend the other party's WeChat to you."

Wang Juan talked as she ate.

Lu Lide and Wang Xiurong looked at their youngest son with some nervousness.

"I don't want to go on blind dates or start a relationship right now."

Lu Yao refused outright.

Lu Lide and Wang Xiurong felt a pang of disappointment, but they dared not show it on their faces, for fear of upsetting their son.

"Sigh, if you don't marry a younger sister-in-law, and your second sister-in-law is away from home all year round, I have no one to confide in."

Wang Juan sighed.

"The same goes for video chat."

Lu Yaodao.

"How can that be the same?"

"no the same."

As soon as Wang Juan finished speaking, her phone rang with a video call.

"It's my aunt," Wang Juan said, moving the camera towards the clay pot. "My uncle cooked some Polygonum multiflorum porridge; it's delicious. Would you like a bowl?"

"We want some too."

Four faces suddenly appeared in front of the camera.

"Grandpa, Grandma, and Uncle."

Upon seeing the three people, he waved and greeted them.

"Still not asleep so late?"

Lu Lide had a kind smile.

"It's Friday today, no school tomorrow."

The fourth brother, Cai Xiaobing, said.

"Oh, it's Friday again so soon."

Lu Lide then realized what was happening.

"Yes, time flies. It's almost the Winter Solstice, and the Lunar New Year is just a month away."

Lu Yao's eldest sister, Lu Jihong, said.

"Your younger brother cut two large bundles of old man's roots today, but he can't leave right now. When are you coming to pick them up?"

Wang Xiurong asked her eldest daughter.

"I'll see if we have a day off next Sunday. If we do, I'll go down."

Lu Jihong works at a small private clothing factory near her home, using a sewing machine to make clothes. The clothes and pants that cost ten or twenty yuan on Pinduoduo are made in this kind of small factory.

"Uncle, we want to eat kiln-roasted chicken and kiln-roasted sweet potatoes."

The third brother, Cai Xiaoliang, said.

"All you do is eat."

"Uncle, don't give it to the third son, he failed his English exam again."

The second child, Cai Xiaowen, angrily complained.

She is a freshman at a teachers' college in a neighboring city and often goes home on weekends.

Students like them, who had never lived on campus before university, would feel especially homesick when they first went to university in another city.

"You only got a teacher's college diploma, what right do you have to talk to me like that?"

Cai Xiaoliang retorted defiantly.

"That's still a hundred times better than you."

Cai Xiaowen said coldly.

"I'm only a junior in high school. As long as I want to work hard, I have plenty of time and I'm sure I can get into a university."

Cai Xiaoliang was full of confidence.

Cai Xiaowen made a vomiting face.

"You can teach your younger brother."

Lu Lide said.

"I won't teach him; it would shorten his life by ten years."

Cai Xiaowen revealed a pained expression, which made everyone laugh.

"Hey bro, I just filmed a video, remember to like and comment!"

Lu Jihong said.

Lu Yao couldn't help but reveal his pain.

She's almost a grandmother, and she still takes selfies every day.

It's one thing to take selfies all the time, but to take several a day is another.

It's one thing to take several photos a day, but to forward them to you is another.

I'm fine with forwarding it to you, but I also expect you to like and comment on it.

It's one thing to like and comment, but you can only praise and not criticize.

The worst part is that he didn't dare to resist.

There was no other way; it was due to bloodline suppression.