Chapter 33 Going into the mountains to cut bamboo

Author: Ting Lan Tingyu

Chapter 33 Going into the mountains to cut bamboo

"Uncle Ye, walk slowly."

The waiter sent Ye Jian out and watched him leave before looking back.

"This guy is getting more and more cunning."

The shopkeeper stood at the door with his hands behind his back, complaining angrily.

There's no point complaining, who would let someone have a daughter who can draw!

The illustrations are good and the books sell well, so many readers buy books because of the illustrations.

Nowadays, even a best-selling author like Bai Xiaosong, who is a great master, pays a lot of money for paintings. In the future, people will become more and more famous.

Maybe that day, not even our bookstore will look down upon it!

The clerk pushed the door open and came in. He glanced at the shopkeeper, but he was very smart and did not answer the call. He arranged the books on the bookshelf.

"Hi."

The shopkeeper felt that he was not interested, so he chirped a few times and walked back to the backyard with his hands behind his back.

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Wolong Mountain is a small hill, only about two hundred meters high. The medicinal herbs in the mountain forest have been plowed over and over again by the villagers, and not even the roots of the grass are left.

If you want to dig up medicinal herbs, you have to go to deep mountain canyons where wild beasts live and snakes and insects are everywhere.

Ye Xiuyan relied on her skills in magic to go to the hinterland of the mountains several times, and each time she was able to gain a little harvest and dig up some common medicinal herbs.

She didn't plan to go deep into the mountains today. She wanted to cut another suitable bamboo pole and couldn't delay going to the river to fish tomorrow morning.

Carrying baskets on their backs, the siblings climbed up along the mountain path, climbed over the top of the mountain, and came to a lush and leafy bamboo forest.

Ye Xiuyan raised her little face and walked in the bamboo forest, looking for the right bamboo.

A green bamboo with fine texture, solid texture and suitable thickness came into her sight.

That's it.

She was overjoyed, took off the backpack and took out the machete.

"Sister, let me help you chop bamboo."

The bean bag has the head of a tiger, and is as strong as a calf. Although he is only six years old, he has a lot of brute strength, even more powerful than Ye Xiuyan.

Without waiting for his sister's response, he grabbed the machete, pointed it at the root of the green bamboo, and slashed it hard.

The green bamboo cracked and fell to the ground.

"Bean buns, okay, I didn't eat sister's chicken in vain."

Ye Xiuyan smiled brightly, rubbed her brother's head affectionately, and praised her without hesitation: "Just because of your strength, you will definitely be a good man when you grow up."

"hey-hey."

Doubao likes hearing his sister praise him the most, and he feels happy when he touches the back of his head.

"You cut down the miscellaneous branches, and my sister digs the bamboo shoots."

Ye Xiuyan also became energetic, rolled up her sleeves, took out a small shovel, and prepared for a big fight.

"Okay."

Doubao wielded the machete with great enthusiasm.

Ye Xiuyan walked around the bamboo forest and found many new shoots that had just emerged from the ground.

She skillfully dug out the bamboo shoots with a small shovel, peeled off the skin, and threw them into the basket one by one.

"Chirp."

There was the sound of birdsong coming from the woods not far ahead. Doubao paused while waving the machete, thinking about the bird eggs.

"Sister, there is a bird's nest in the forest. Let's go up to the tree and dig out the eggs."

Ye Xiuyan continued digging bamboo shoots without raising her head: "That tree is too high, I can't get up."

Doubao pouted his cheeks and felt speechless: "Sister, you didn't even look, how do you know you can't go up?"

"You can hear the bird calls from where they come from."

Ye Xiuyan moved her ears slightly, listening to the wind to identify the position, and accurately measured the height of the big tree: "That tree is at least thirty meters. With our small bodies, we can't climb it."

"I'll go take a look."

Doubao didn't believe it, so he dropped his machete and ran over happily.

In less than ten seconds, he ran back dejectedly: "It's true, sister, you guessed it again."

Thank you to the little fairy Abai Yabai for the reward.

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Chapter completed!