The setting sun hit the top of the mountain and shattered into pieces. It was as if someone had pushed down the alchemy furnace of the Supreme Lord. The valley was filled with light, and the palaces seemed to be hidden and visible. I saw you in your elegant clothes, standing in the clouds, peeping at the world.

I originally expected to return to the city on the same day after offering sacrifices to my parents, but a sudden rainstorm left me on the mountain. Uncle Dunzi said with a wicked smile: "How about it? No one spares anyone, and God spares no one. I don't expect you to stay."

This old guy didn't want you to leave in the first place. He got an advantage by acting nice and making sarcastic remarks.

Rotten fences and collapsed huts. But the village is full of life and not desolate. Uncle Dunzi plowed almost all the abandoned yards and planted vegetables and crops. The places that couldn't be planted were full of colorful flowers.

flowers.

I know you, the yellow ones are called bowlflower, honeysuckle, cardamom flower, the blue ones are called frangipani, morning glories, the red ones are called cockscombs, rose flowers, rouge flowers, henna, mountain dandelions, and the rose.

Flowers, car money flowers blooming on the roadside, wild chrysanthemums all over the mountains and plains... walking hand in hand through the mortal world, your flower season has left my footprints, the tree wall blocks the eyes of the sky, the sun peeks at us through the leaves, that

It is a willing dedication. The mountains in love will never regret it. I will insert the plowshare into your field and cultivate the world that belongs to us. A pair of white butterflies will fly on your eyelashes, fluttering and trembling.

Carrying me on my father's shoulders, I walked through the backbone of the mountain, and my mother's song came to my ears:

The two of us are like a bunch of garlic

When you are born, you will die when you are born.

If you die, you will die. If you die, you will be buried.

I went up to Wangxiang Terrace for a mile...

I saw an autumn chrysanthemum blooming on my father's face, and happiness overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

In a mountain village not far away, a wisp of smoke rises from the thatched roof, and in the blue sky, there is a mountain eagle. You are standing by the roadside with a handful of flowers in your hand, your round face like the sun, and you ask your father innocently:

"Uncle, where is the Wangxiang Terrace?"

In a blink of an eye, Uncle Dunzi had cooked the rice, and seven plates and eight bowls were placed on the table. I have eaten in five-star restaurants in the city, but nothing like Uncle Dunzi’s table has such rich food, including chicory, gray vegetables, and alfalfa.

Vegetables, spurs, water celery, wild garlic, alfalfa vines, yellow-flowered fungus wild mushrooms, wild boar, badger meat, pheasant meat, hare meat, the staple food is yellow millet dry rice. I was a little stunned, and asked Uncle Dunzi: "

Can we finish this?"

Uncle Dunzi seemed nonchalant: "Eat it, these game are all contributed by the cauliflower. At some point, it will take out a pheasant and hare from the forest, and occasionally it can capture a badger. In the past two years, wild wolves have almost disappeared.

, wild boars begin to overrun. In winter, you dig a hole in the place where wild boars infest, and use a backbow (a kind of trap to capture wild beasts). You often get unexpected harvests. If we can’t eat enough, cauliflower will clean the battlefield for us. These vegetables do not use chemical fertilizers.

, there are no pesticides, and the surveying and mapping team called the old man's meal "green food". What nonsense! All the edible vegetables are green. But those people are generous enough to leave you a few big boss tickets (100 yuan) for a table of meals.

"

I joked: "I didn't bring any money." Uncle Dunzi was a little dissatisfied: "Who asked you for money? Eat it, the food doesn't smell good and the farts don't stink. Even the shit you city people poop has no smell. I don't believe you.

Tomorrow morning, soak in the shit and smell it. The shit people in the mountains smell is very smelly, because the food they eat is delicious."

This old guy always talks out of tune. What's the point of talking about that shit during the meal? I don't care about that. He picks up his chopsticks and chews. In a blink of an eye, the whole table of food is gone.

The food was poured all over the cauliflower, which ate it, wagging its tail as it ate.

Uncle Dunzi said: "Caihua's father is a male wolf and her mother is a female dog. Caihua was born from the mating of a wolf and a dog..."
Chapter completed!