"Wow! I'm going to roast the sweet potatoes, I'm going to roast the sweet potatoes," the little girl was as happy as a sparrow on the treetops.
The young man also beamed with joy.
"Xiaoxiao is still the prettiest. This is what a kid looks like!”，Aunt Wang flung down her clothes and said to the somewhat uncomfortable young man,"Xiao Fei, go pack up and lock the door. We'll leave after I go home and get my things.”
Yang Ping spent a full four hours before she finally climbed up the mountainside of Old Bear Ridge. There were mostly big trees as thick as a person's arms in front of her. Bai Hua, who had eyes all over her body, kept herself clean and extended her trunk into the clouds. The big poplar tree started to spread its branches from a height of ten feet, wishing that its children and grandchildren could fill up all the space. Naturally, the linden tree was not inferior to him and was on par with him. There were also old pine trees with pine cones as big as a child's head. They were not willing to be outdone. Even if they were tired and hunched over, they were unwilling to leave the pine cones behind…They were so densely intertwined that they filled the high and low altitudes. In addition, the dense grass and thick leaves in the forest were woven into an airtight net.
The sunlight was torn into strands by the net, and the fine fragments leaked onto Yang Ping's shoulder, startling the squirrel that was gnawing. It raised its wet eyes and looked at it for a few moments. It did not care about spitting out the pine nut shell and ran to the other end of the forest. A few scattered roe deers were probably curious about the stranger who had intruded into their territory, but they foolishly approached and looked at him carefully.
Yang Ping couldn't care less about these things. It was not easy for her to enter the mountain, so she had to take a good look and find something valuable. She knew that Jiazhou on the other side of the Dark Cloud Mountains was rich in ginseng. Her mother had said that Jiazhou ginseng was called "divine ginseng" because of its good efficacy and large size. Yang Ping had carefully read the map and knew that the location of the Old Bear Ridge was similar to Shenmu County, which was rich in "divine ginseng". She had come with the mentality of exploration, but when she saw the brown soil in this mountain forest, The soil was loose and full of humus. It was cool and had light. It was the environment that ginseng liked. She could not help but feel excited.
There was a saying among the people," Three branches and five leaves, with the back of the sun and the face of the yin. If you want to come to me, the linden tree will look for you." Yang Ping looked around while filtering the information she saw in the book in her mind.
It was already past noon, and the sky in the mountain forest darkened early. Moreover, when the sky turned slightly dark, the ferocious beasts would come out to move. In other words, he still had at most four hours for himself to use today. He had to find a place to settle down at night before he could start the next step.
Yang Ping first found a place with a little sparse vegetation to sit down and rest for a while to fill her stomach. Then, she climbed up a tall white birch tree with the help of a grappling hook and a dagger. She stretched out her hand to block the suddenly strong sunlight and looked around. On one side, there was a continuous yellow and green painting. The painting would occasionally let out a long whimper under the call of the mountain wind. Suddenly, a few holes were torn in the painting, revealing a grayish-brown color that ruined the scenery. It was a group of monkeys scurrying across the branches. After the wind passed, the painting returned to its calm state. On the other side was the main peak of Black Bear Ridge, which looked like it was about to collapse. In the southeast direction, there was a white stream that was flowing with a blinding light. That was a water source!
Yang Ping quickly slipped down from the birch tree and headed towards the water source. On the way, she hunted a pheasant and picked up half a basket of dried pine cones. The mountain stream was less than ten feet wide. She hid behind a big tree and observed carefully for a while. Other than a few deer and monkeys drinking water, there were no other ferocious beasts. She quickly ran towards the narrow part of the stream. The water was deep because it was narrow.
He quickly cleaned up the pheasant, threw its internal organs into the stream, and let it flow down the river. He smeared salt on the chicken's stomach, stuffed in seasoning, and pulled a straw rope to tie the mouth tightly. It was too troublesome to pluck the feathers, so he dug up the soil and wrapped the entire chicken up like in the book. Finally, he put it into a basket with straw as a cushion. He then filled a small earthen jar with clean water and quickly evacuated to a downwind place one mile away from the water source.
All of this was done in less than fifteen minutes, and Yang Ping's body was even covered in a thin layer of sweat.
What she didn't know was that there were two pairs of sparkling eyes staring at her from the top of the tree not far away. They were happy, helpless, shocked, and relieved. The young man in neat clothes rubbed his chin and muttered,"Isn't one chicken a little too little? Doesn't this girl know how to roast one for uncle?”
A middle-aged man with a full beard and coarse clothes glared at him."You still know that you're my uncle? Why didn't Uncle go down to help? You're here to watch the show!"
The young master hurriedly begged for mercy, holding a Buddha statue in front of his chest with one hand."" Good master, good master, you can't tell mother. Let's see, see, see how much this girl has learned…"
" Humph!" The middle-aged man snorted through his nose, annoyed.
On the other side, Yang Ping chose a relatively clean and flat plot of land, cleaned up the surrounding weeds and fallen leaves, and sprinkled a circle of insect repellent powder and poison. She had brought a lot of these things, so Yang Ping did not hesitate to scatter the half bag in her hand to a few places with dense vegetation nearby. After clearing the obstacles, she cut down a small tree to make a triangular support. Then, she lit the hay and threw the pine cone into the fire. The pine cone had a high oil content, high firepower, and was resistant to fire. Then, she buried the pheasant wrapped in mud into the fire before hanging the earthen jar on the support leisurely. She took out the rice she brought and threw it into the jar. It was cold in the mountains, so she threw a few pieces of ginger, a pinch of licorice, and a piece of old brown sugar. The young master on the tree smacked his lips when he saw her actions.
When the soup was boiling and the porridge was ready, he put out the fire with a few handfuls of dry soil.
The remaining heat was enough to cook the chicken, and the smoke could guide him.
Now that she had taken care of her food, it was time to take care of her sleep. Yang Ping relied on her "medicine" to guard the house. She clapped her hands and carried the basket on her back again as she walked towards the shade. She was prepared to make good use of the last two hours before dark to explore.
What she didn't know was that Zhu Zi had also brought Xiao Fei and Yi 'er to roast sweet potatoes in the same way in the Hetao under the mountain's Roasted Chicken Mountain. At this moment, Yi' er was holding the hot, soft, and sweet roasted sweet potatoes with a satisfied expression. He wandered in the wide world and watched the wisps of smoke rising and dispersing. The young man's usually tense shoulders relaxed a lot. He curled his lips and looked at his little sister's colorful cat face with Zhu Zi as he picked up the sweet potatoes that Aunt Wang had dug out and piled them up.
Amelia put down the grappling hook and walked over. She shook off the handkerchief on her lapel and soaked it with water from the water bag to wipe Yi 'er's face. As she wiped her face, she laughed crisply."Yi 'er, let's not eat after eating this piece. If you eat too many sweet potatoes, your heart will burn. Tomorrow, I'll fry sweet potato balls for you, okay?”
The little girl responded sweetly and freed one hand to touch Sister Amelia's black braid that hung down to her chest.
If he had a good plan, there would naturally be results.
Yang Ping found three ginsengs behind a mound covered with thick dead leaves. Two of them were big and one was small. It was like a warm little home. Yang Ping bowed to the mountain god in all directions and squatted on the ground to dig carefully. If she wanted to sell the ginseng for a good price, she had to have the roots intact. Fortunately, the soil here was loose and her tools were handy. It was not difficult for her to dig. She only dug out two big ones and filled them back in the same way. She touched the leaves of the small ginseng and muttered in a low voice," It's growing so well, and it's blossoming…"
The little ginseng swayed in the wind as if it understood what she said.
Unknowingly, the forest gradually darkened. Yang Ping wrapped the ginseng with a cloth and carefully placed it at the bottom of the basket. As she walked, she picked up some pine cones and threw them into the basket. From afar, she heard the stream bustling as if there were wild animals fighting. She took a big turn. Fortunately, she climbed up the tree and saw black smoke rising, so she did not get lost. He crawled out of a dense forest with a bundle of cypress branches in his hand. The cypress branches were small and flat, and the leaves were scale-like. It lay on the ground and slept without pricking or hurting. All of a sudden, a gust of mountain wind brought over a few wisps of the faint fragrance of roasted meat. Yang Ping quivered and quickened her pace.
"What is it that has its own roast chicken and wild boar? Wild boars aren't afraid of poison?" She pondered.
The smell of fireworks was getting stronger and stronger, and the fragrance was also getting stronger and stronger…Yang Ping broke out in a cold sweat.
When she was about to approach the black smoke, she quietly climbed up a big tree. She saw a bonfire. Two people were sitting by the bonfire. They were too far away to see their faces clearly. Judging from their movements, one was eating, and the other was roasting... Yang Ping was dumbfounded. She didn't know whether she was sitting on the tree branch or hiding.
The two people by the fire seemed to know that she had returned. One of them stood up and waved at her, while the other raised the thing in his hand and waved it at her.
"No malice?" The sweat on the back of her neck was blown by the mountain wind, which made Yang Ping shudder instantly. Her mind started to work again. It seemed that the other party had no malicious intentions. It was good that he had no malicious intentions. It was always a good thing to have company in this desolate mountain. She slid down the tree trunk and dragged the cypress that she had cut down again. Using the branches to cover her right hand, she approached the dagger in her waist.
The person who had stood up and waved at her just now walked towards her. He was tall, and his sapphire blue clothes outlined his energetic chest. His footsteps were light, and his black hair was messy. Walking in the forest covered with dead leaves was like walking on a bluestone garden path. If one ignored the chicken drumstick in his hand.
Facing the sunset, Yang Ping saw that his eyebrows were plated with golden light.
"What's wrong? Did she become a fool when she saw her uncle?”，The young master smiled and spoke. His teeth were also plated with gold. His voice was as clear as the stream in the mountains, but there was a hint of humor in his tone.
Yang Ping was stunned for a few seconds. She only found herself when the man came close. Her lips trembled and her nose was sore. She finally found the feeling of crying. Two streams of tears fell down. She threw the branch into the man's arms and cried loudly,"Uncle-"
Uncle rubbed her head." Ping Ping is already so old. Don't cry, don't cry. Uncle only ate one of your drumsticks. Here, I'll return this one to you. Over there, the master has roasted venison. You can eat them all later!"
She knew that her uncle was unreliable. Yang Ping broke into a smile.
Yang Ping wanted to ask more questions, but before she could say anything, she was dragged by her uncle to the bonfire. A burly man with a full beard was carefully roasting a piece of meat. His attitude was pious as if he was treating a peerless treasure.
"Uncle Cheng? You're here too? When did you come back?" Yang Ping sat down by the fire with a full stomach of questions.
"Don't worry-don't worry-come, come, eat first, eat first!”，The young master said as he stuffed the chicken drumstick into Yang Ping's hand again," The chicken roasted by my niece is really delicious." As he spoke, he noticed the other party's anxious expression and his tone softened again."We'll talk while we eat, okay?”
After saying that, he sat down on the ground and said,"Uncle came to see you. He heard that you had sneaked into the mountain as soon as he arrived, so he followed you. He caught up with you when you first started climbing the Old Bear Ridge. He didn't show up because he wanted to see my Little Ping Ping's ability.”
Seeing Uncle Cheng, who had been silent all this while, glance at him, he immediately added,"Uncle didn't mean to scare you. Didn't you see that you dug up ginseng and even roasted venison for you? Master, Master, say something. Is the venison ready?”
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