He opened the door from the inside. Before his wife could ask anything, she grinned and said,"I'm fine. I'm just happy." Then, he walked to the front room under his wife's strange gaze.
He didn't stop in the front room and walked up the mountain along the path in front of the courtyard.
His body had been transformed and nourished by the jade beads and was as strong as an ox. He did not need any medicine to nurse his health.
However, Zhang Wenyuan was still prepared to go up the mountain. This was the old man's love for his grandson. Moreover, he had not visited his parents and grandmother's graves for a long time.
The path up the mountain became narrower and harder to walk, but the forest became more and more lively.
The trees began to block out the sun. Except for the sunlit areas at the foot of the mountain dotted with clusters of golden yellow wild chrysanthemum, the tall trees on the mountain were all covered with shade-loving ferns. There was light green moss on the stones by the roadside.
The chirping of birds in the pillar-like sunlight played the most pleasant chapter of nature. Occasionally, one or two lingering cicadas would also come to join in the fun and accompany the performance.
All kinds of small animals, both well-known and unknown, appeared and disappeared in the light and shadow.
Zhang Wenyuan breathed in the fresh and natural air as he spiraled up the winding mountain road.
The mountain path was like a long snake coiling around the pillar, so the mountain was named "One Pillar Mountain".
His grandfather lived near the top of the mountain, where the terrain was flat. When the mountain air was moist, it would be shrouded in rolling clouds and mist, giving off the feeling of an old immortal in the mountains.
After circling for forty to fifty minutes, Zhang Wenyuan finally reached the end.
Looking back, the palm-sized village was hidden among the trees. People like ants could be seen in the open space.
Looking further south, all he could see was dark green. The continuous mountains of different heights were like green undulating waves that passed into the distance. Only by experiencing it personally could one understand Du Fu's heroic spirit and ferocity.
The murky air in the fierce atmosphere was completely vented, and he took a deep breath.
Zhang Wenyuan couldn't help but put his hand to his mouth, and qi burst out from his dantian.
"Ah!"
"What are you howling for? Haven't you seen enough mountains?”A clear voice came from behind.
"Ah!"
Zhang Wenyuan was interrupted halfway and could not breathe or swallow. At least he did not choke to death and his face was red.
"Master, why didn't you tell me in advance? I was almost scared to death." Zhang Wenyuan was like a mouse that saw a cat, muttering softly.
"Scared to death? When did you become so timid?"
The old man's ears were quite sharp. After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked into the house.
Zhang Wenyuan touched his nose and followed them in.
After entering the house, Zhang Wenyuan thought that he had entered a pharmacy. The fragrance of medicine permeated the air.
The furnishings in the house were similar to those at home. The brick bed was connected to the stove, but there was an additional simple wooden frame on which piles of prepared herbs were placed.
In his previous life, Zhang Wenyuan, who had been ill for a long time and became a doctor, might not be a top-notch alternative medicine practitioner, but he was not bad at it. It was just that he was not as experienced as those top-notch alternative medicine practitioners, and his ability to identify herbs was still passable.
Zhang Wenyuan stood in front of the wooden rack, looking at this and sniffing that curiously.
There were the most commonly seen Honeysuckle, Golden Back Loquat, Bull's Tendon Grass, Peach Seven, Hand Ginseng, Taibai Rice, Heavenly Elm, and other rare ones.
There was also a box carved out of pine wood on the wooden frame. Zhang Wenyuan wanted to take it down to take a look.
"Come here, let me take your pulse again."
Zhang Wenyuan had no choice but to stretch out his left arm.
The old man pinched Zhang Wenyuan's wrist with four fingers. As two minutes passed, the old man's frown deepened.
Suddenly, the old man let go of his finger and looked up at the nervous Zhang Wenyuan.
"Right hand!"
Zhang Wenyuan felt as if he had been seen through, but he couldn't avoid it, so he could only brace himself and stretch out his right wrist.
The old man listened for another minute, but his brows were still furrowed.
"Grandpa, is there a problem?" Zhang Wenyuan asked carefully.
"No!" The old man loosened his fingers.
However, that puzzled and probing gaze made Zhang Wenyuan's palms sweat.
Suddenly, the old man waved his hand and said,"The medicine is on your back, and the bottle contains some ointment for external injuries. Go back and ask your wife to untie the gauze and apply it on the wound.”
After hesitating for a while, he said," Bring the ones wrapped in paper too. If you want to drink it, boil it. If you don't want to drink it, throw it away. It's up to you." Let's go down the mountain."
Zhang Wenyuan quickly took the medicine and ran out of the house that seemed to have no secrets.
After leaving the house, he wiped the sweat from his palms and became bold again.
He turned around and advised the old man standing at the door,"Grandpa, you should come down the mountain with me. It's more convenient down the mountain. Moreover, we can take care of each other at home."
"Get lost, don't meddle in my business!" The old man suddenly flew into a rage.
Zhang Wenyuan, who didn't understand what he had just done, opened his mouth and thought about something. Suddenly, a whip kick came at him.
Instinctively, Zhang Wenyuan raised his arm to block and pushed forward.
Plop..." The old man took three steps back before he finally stood up.
Zhang Wenyuan was shocked. He quickly went forward to support the old man and asked,"Grandpa, are you alright?"
"Humph!"
The old man waved his hand to block Zhang Wenyuan's hand.
"I haven't died of old age yet."
Zhang Wenyuan felt awkward, not knowing what to do.
" These few years, your kung fu hasn't been wasted." The old man squinted at Zhang Wenyuan." Hurry up and get lost."”
Zhang Wenyuan was speechless as he walked around the back of the house.
The old man didn't say anything else and just looked at him coldly.
The weeds around the two graves behind the house had been cleaned up.
One of them had a stone tablet in front of it with the words 'Tomb of Wang Huifang'. The other one did not have a monument, but was buried with the biological parents of this body.
Zhang Wenyuan knelt on the ground, his forehead hitting the ground.
Although she didn't have any feelings for them, she had occupied the bodies of their grandchildren and sons after all. Moreover, their blood flowed in this body.
He thought to himself," From now on, I'm your grandson and son. I hope you'll bless me, bless me."”
After nine knocks, his forehead turned purple and his entire head buzzed.
Leaning against the wall to rest for a while, he went around to the front of the house.
The old man's expression softened. In front of him stood a large bamboo basket with a large bag of pine nuts on top. Below it were dried bamboo shoots, wild mushrooms, fungus, and other mountain products. She was holding a furry little thing in her hand.
"This is the little squirrel I saved the day before yesterday. It was just born not long ago, and I don't have the mood to raise it. You can bring it back for Ya Ya to play with."
Zhang Wenyuan nodded and took the little thing, carefully holding it in his arms.
He then passed the wooden box he saw on the medicine rack and said,"Take this back and make it for your wife. The day before yesterday, I saw a chill in her body. She must have caught a cold during her confinement period, which left her with the root of the disease.”
Zhang Wenyuan quickly took it and put it in his pocket.
Generally speaking, when a woman was in confinement, her body was at its weakest stage. There were many taboos, and the housework was done by the man. But in the past, Zhang Wenyuan didn't care about these things. It was already good enough that he didn't beat or scold her. How could he talk about doing housework and taking care of his wife?
Yaya happened to be born in November, and it was winter. Jiang Yazhi was washing clothes and cooking, so the cold air entered her body. Now, every rainy day or when her period came, she would feel a soreness in her waist and knees.
After giving his instructions, the old man turned around and entered the house.
Zhang Wenyuan picked up the bamboo basket and carried the little thing back along the original path.
After turning the corner, he placed the medicine and the squirrel into the small world. After sensing for a while, the little squirrel did not have any adverse reactions. It closed its eyes and sniffed, looking especially cute.
He took out the wooden box from his pocket and opened it.
It turned out to be Saffron. A flash of inspiration suddenly flashed through his mind, but it was futile to grab it. Zhang Wenyuan had never been a person who liked to dwell on a dead end. Since he couldn't understand, he shook his head and stopped thinking.
He carefully examined the neatly arranged purple-red, pillar-shaped flowers in the box.
Saffron, also known as crocus, was a precious Chinese herbal medicine and a top-notch spice.
As medicine, it has the effects of calming and relieving pain, dispelling phlegm and removing blood stasis, relieving spasm and calming the nerves. It can be used to treat gastric diseases, fever, hepatosplenomegaly, amputation, irregular menstruation, and typhoid fever after childbirth.
It could be used as a spice to make fish and shrimp food, or it could be sprinkled indoors to emit fragrance, or it could be used to dye and weave clothes. It is said that after the death of Shakyamuni, his disciples used crocus as the color of their robes.
Due to its wide range of uses and low production, the price of crocus has always been high. Gold, which had once had the same price, was known as " plant gold."
Even now, the price was still very high. The market price was about 27 yuan per gram, and there was often no market for it.
Zhang Wenyuan understood that the old man was still concerned about his granddaughter-in-law. Otherwise, he wouldn't have peeled pine nuts and crocus. However, for some reason, she was living on the mountain and was unwilling to come down. She was also unwilling to show her concern and love.
He couldn't understand and didn't want to think about it anymore. He closed the wooden box and placed it in the space.
He carried the bamboo basket on his back and spiraled down.
As the saying goes,"It's easy to go up the mountain, but difficult to go down the mountain." When climbing the mountain, as long as one had the strength, they could climb faster. When going down the mountain, once the mountain path was narrow and steep, one would feel like rushing down. Even if one had the strength, they would have no place to use it. They could only crawl down the inner wall bit by bit.
It took twice as long to go down the mountain as it did to go up the mountain. It was almost two o'clock when they reached home.
He entered the kitchen and put down the bamboo basket. His wife was rolling noodles.
In most rural areas, if no children went to school, they would usually have breakfast at eight or nine o'clock, lunch at two o'clock, and dinner at eight o'clock. This arrangement of meal times was more conducive to the utilization of time, and it was also suitable for the work and rest schedule in the countryside.
Farmers were engaged in physical activity. If they ate lunch at 12 o'clock and dinner at 6 o'clock, they would have to eat at night. Not only did it delay the most important working time in the afternoon, but the time between dinner and the next morning was too long, which was not good for the body and the next day's work.
Looking at his wife's puzzled gaze, Zhang Wenyuan said,""I went up the mountain just now. In the box are the mushrooms, wood ears, and other things that Grandpa asked me to carry down.”
After saying that, Zhang Wenyuan went to the bedroom again.
Ya Ya was watching TV. The TV was still a bread machine from the 1980s and 1990s. It was only black and white, and the antenna received the signal. The signal in the mountains was not good. The figures on the screen were blurry, and the sound was also tingling with the noise of other channels jumping over.
However, the little girl was enjoying it.
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