Chen Su knew what he was thinking.
In fact, she didn't want Shen Yan to help her, but he wasn't in good health yet, and besides, he needed someone to watch over him at home.
"That's not what I meant."
Chen Su said, and then looked at the sieve just put on the roof, which contained the persimmons peeled and dried yesterday.
"Everything is drying at home now, and I washed some clothes.
I'm afraid the weather won't be good and all these things will get wet.
It's easy for you to watch at home.
If it rains, you can clean it up, right?"
After hearing what she said, Shen Yan's face looked much better than before.
He looked at a lot of things drying in the yard, thought about it, and finally nodded, "Okay, you go early and come back early, I will watch it at home." ” "Um."
After saying that, Chen Su set off towards Wanlang Mountain.
Chen Su took a shortcut this time.
The route he took when he came back yesterday was shortened by half, but the road was uneven.
With a hook in one hand and a sickle in the other, she chopped down the surrounding trees and headed towards the place where she picked persimmons yesterday.
Looking at the persimmons hanging high above his head, Chen Su took off his backpack, tied a cloth bag around his waist, and prepared to climb the tree.
She first passed the bamboo pole made into a hook up the tree to hang, and then she followed up.
After a while, Chen Su was already halfway up the waist.
After fixing his posture, Chen Su started to move towards the persimmon at the end of the leaf, hooking it, twisting and twisting, until he broke the paper on the persimmon, and then Chen Su stopped.
The persimmons that had left the tree were not hanging securely due to the gravity of the branches, and fell directly to the ground.
A muffled "bang" sound could be heard.
Chen Su didn't care about the persimmons that were smashed on the ground, and worked hard to unscrew them one by one.
Looking at these things, she only had one thought, that these things were all things that could help her survive this winter.
After some calculation, it took Chen Su nearly an hour to twist off all the scattered persimmons on the tree.
Chen Su first picked up all the persimmons and put them in one place.
Because he had to take the same road when he went back, he did not intend to carry the persimmons into the mountains.
The hook made of bamboo poles had been placed by Chen Su next to Persimmon's head.
She replaced it with a stick made of five-finger oranges, a relatively soft and resistant tree, and walked all the way into the mountains.
Chen Su carefully threw all the wild vegetables he encountered from time to time into his backpack, and then found a kind of pine mushroom under the pine tree.
Chen Su had eaten this kind of mushroom several times in modern times.
He heard that it must be eaten at the head of the pine tree.
If the mushrooms grow under other trees, they will have a different taste.
My mother also said at the time that these pine mushrooms are more delicious than chicken drumsticks.
Thinking of this, Chen Su quickly picked all the places with pine trees nearby.
Unfortunately, there were not many.
After picking again and again, it was estimated that it was only enough for three or four meals.
After picking the pine mushrooms, Chen Su walked deeper.
After walking a little further, he reached Wanlang Mountain, which was feared by everyone in the village.
It is a lie that Chen Su is not afraid of this Wanlang Mountain.
Although he has never heard the cry of wild wolves, just hearing the description makes him feel extremely scary.
It was not yet noon, so Chen Su bravely walked around in a circle.
She thought about the people in the village who said that the wolf was at the bottom of the valley.
It couldn't come up this mountain.
If it really came up, how many villagers would have to die.
Ah, besides, animals are inherently afraid of humans.
Even if they are very powerful, they are still afraid of humans killing and plundering.
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Thinking like this, Chen Su was no longer so afraid.
He held the notched sickle in his hand and dug in.
The nearby hills are covered by thick trees all year round.
It is dark and humid inside, and mosquitoes are constantly biting Chen Su.
Fortunately, she has taken precautions and applied a lot of mosquito repellent on her body.
Herbs, these mosquitoes can only buzz around and fly around without daring to get too close.
It is precisely because the surroundings are moist that there are a lot of rotten wood.
Because it rained before, the forest is very humid.
Now a lot of black fungus grows, which is bigger than a palm.
As if he had discovered a new world, Chen Su ran over quickly.
Looking at the fungus growing on the rotten wood everywhere, the corners of his mouth almost reached his ears.
She quickly put down the basket on her back and picked the fungus from the rotten wood on the ground piece by piece into the basket.
There were so many, half of the basket was ready to be filled.
Chen Su didn't dare to finish the pretense, and stopped after picking about half of it, because she was worried that she would pick something else later and not be able to fit it in.
Besides, there were a lot of persimmons picked at the front, so this could fit them all.
It's not over yet.
She will get some saltwood later.
The seeds can be eaten, and the young stems and leaves can also be used as vegetables.
She will probably need to pack a lot of them.
Thinking like this, Chen Su could only bear the pain and wait until later to pick the fungus.
Chen Su was lucky enough to encounter these things, but when she saw a few clusters of white flower-like things growing in front of her, her eyes instantly brightened.
"Tremella" Chen Su exclaimed in surprise.
This white fungus is also called white fungus, which is hundreds of times better than black fungus.
It is also known as the crown of fungi.
My family has seen black fungus growing on many trees, but the fungus has never grown on it.
In the past, Chen Su had only seen a column on TV about cultivating white fungus.
It said that artificial cultivation of white fungus did not begin until the 20th year of Guangxu in the Qing Dynasty, but it was not ideal.
It was around the time when China was founded that we slowly discovered the bacterial strains, and then artificial planting slowly expanded.
Generally, white fungus grows on a tree called basswood, but it is grown from a kind of rotten wood. , but it doesn’t look like basswood, and based on my body’s memory, I haven’t seen this basswood before.
I heard that in ancient times, this white fungus was something only the noble ministers of the palace could afford to eat.
Based on what Chen Su learned from TV, it’s no wonder that only people in the palace could eat this stuff.
After all, it was too rare. , things are rare and valuable, not to mention the efficacy of Tremella fuciformis.
Looking at the Tremella fuciformis on the ground, there are at least a dozen or twenty.
When Chen Su saw these white fungi, it was like seeing money.
He carefully stepped forward and picked off each white fungus.
He held a large cluster of white fungus in his hand, as if Chen Su was holding money.
Her eyes were shining, and she harvested happily, one flower, two flowers, and three flowers.
Soon, she was able to take in all the Tremella fuciformis around her.
Counting all the big and small, there were twenty-two.
At this moment, the basket was filled to the brim with these things.
Chen Su knew that nothing else could be put in it. .
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