Huang Xikong floated in front, Xia Zhihuai walked behind with a hoe and a bamboo basket, and Wanwan walked in the middle with a small bamboo basket on her back.

After they walked out of the village, Xia Zhihuai asked, "What's going on with that female ghost?"

Huang Xikong shook his head: "I don't know. I originally wanted to try my luck to see if there are any ghosts in the village, but I went to the bamboo forest without finding them. I happened to see her floating in the forest in a daze, spinning around the place, so I picked her up."

"But it looks like he died tragically."

When Huang Xikong first saw the female ghost's face, he was also a thousand-year-old ghost, and he was shocked.

What a grudge, how much grudge, it's like that, making a young girl's face look like that.

Xia Zhihuai has been in contact with ghosts and monsters for a long time, and he has tried a little bit: "Generally speaking, this kind of ghost that is unconsciously wandering in the same place should be subconsciously staying near the place where he was killed."

"After digging bamboo shoots, I went back and asked my neighbor's grandma if there had been any murder in the village in the past two years."

Huang Xikong didn't care, so he picked up a ghost and worked for him.

As for the twists and turns of the female ghost being killed, he was not very interested.

There are too many unfortunate people in this world, and they are a tragedy in themselves, so they don’t want to share their extra compassion to care for a female ghost who has long been cold.

Being able to give her a Yin-gathering Talisman is already his greatest kindness.

...

The bamboo forest is located west of the village, with a very large area and a quantity of more than 1,000 acres.

Taoyuan is located on the east side of the village, and several low mountains have been stretching.

The flowers in the world are about to end in March, and a small peach blossom village will split the world into two halves, one pink and one green.

Wanwan followed Xia Zhihuai and walked along the path to the edge of the bamboo forest, she couldn't help but scream "Wow".

She carried a small backpack that was half tall, shook her two short legs, and rushed over Huang Xikong into the bamboo forest.

Huang Xikong stared at the back of Wanwan's head and curled the corners of his mouth slightly: "Look, I'll just coax it."

Wanwan has a good temper. If she can't coax her well, it means that Xia Zhihuai is incompetent.

Xia Zhihuai looked at him slightly, pretending not to understand his mockery: "You know a lot about children."

Huang Xikong picked a bamboo leaf, gently twisted the leaf, and said with some nostalgia: "I had a daughter during my lifetime."

"Do you still have a daughter?"

Huang Xikong suddenly remembered the little girl he met when he entered his ghost creature. He was already a fierce ghost at such a young age.

"That in the ghost creature?"

Huang Xikong shook his head: "No, the little girl in the ghost world is the girl who was ordered to be buried with the foolish emperor. Her father and mother are both slaves, so she couldn't escape when she chose the boy and girl who were buried with her."

"Then your daughter?"

"Diet early." Huang Xikong's voice was very calm. Looking at Wanwan's cheerful back, he said slowly, "I married my first wife early and had my first daughter at the age of nineteen. However, she was less than term when she was born. She was weak and sick before she was one year old. She died of illness just two months after her one year old."

Xia Zhihuai just listened quietly, without intending to comfort him.

Huang Xikong is much more rational than him. Now that he can tell him about the past so calmly, he must have let go of the story of his eldest daughter's death.

"What's her name?" Xia Zhihuai asked while carrying a hoe.

Huang Xikong lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, and said with a smile: "I had a nickname before I was one year old, named Ruanruan, which was taken by her mother."

"Your girl must be pretty."

Xia Zhihuai only teased her lightly and chased her towards Wanwan's running.

Huang Xikong stopped in place and was stunned for a moment. He raised his eyes and looked at Xia Zhihuai who was running to the front, and suddenly couldn't help laughing.

I usually look unreliable, but I didn't expect it to be quite comforting.

However, he also praised his appearance from the side.

Huang Xikong tidied up his sleeves, his mood was inexplicably not as depressed as before, and slowly laid behind the two of them.

...

At the end of March and early April, it is a good time to dig spring bamboo shoots.

Xia Zhihuai chased Wanwan and ran a distance, and saw villagers throwing spring bamboo shoots in groups of three or two in the bamboo forest in the distance.

The ground of the bamboo forest was filled with dead leaves that had been taken off before. The spring bamboo shoots were like small towers, with most of the pointed heads drilling out from the wet soil and dead branches and leaves.

Wanwan stopped, pointed to the bamboo shoots on the ground, and asked excitedly: "Brother, brother, is this bamboo shoot?"

"Um."

"But this one cannot be dug."

Wanwan looked at the tall bamboo shoot head and asked puzzled: "Why?"

"It's a lot of things to pay attention to when digging spring bamboo shoots. I'll tell you slowly, and you'll understand in the future."

Wanwan followed him and continued to walk forward, watching him lower his head and pull the dead leaves a few times, and she didn't understand what he was doing at all.

Xia Zhihuai put the bamboo basket on the ground, raised his hand and pushed her: "Go a little bit, I'll wave my hoe."

Wanwan immediately retreated, staring at the ground with wide eyes, but still couldn't find bamboo shoots: "Brother, there are no bamboo shoots here."

"Some." Xia Zhihuai said firmly.

Wanwan insisted: "No, there are no bamboo shoots here."

“Yes, under the crack.”

Xia Zhihuai squatted on the ground, spread all the leaves with his hands, and let Wanwan see it by herself.

"Look, there are two cracks here."

Wanwan still didn't understand: "What's wrong with the crack?"

"Look at the forest, the bamboo shoots that have grown on the ground are old, and no one else goes to dig them."

Wanwan got up and looked around in the distance. Several nearby people digging bamboo shoots did not dig the bamboo shoots on the ground with the tips of the bamboo shoots emerging from the ground.

"Generally, bamboo shoots will grow quickly after spring rain, and the bamboo shoots that grow on the ground will taste worse, so the villagers keep this and let it grow into bamboo in the future."

Xia Zhihuai pointed to the crack on the ground again: "The bamboo shoot tips I dug are still hidden underground, and this crack is the ones that open the bamboo shoot tips."

"Only this kind of bamboo shoot is fresh after eating it, do you understand?"

Wanwan seemed to understand, but she was a smart baby. She took a few steps back and watched Xia Zhihuai raise his hoe.

I saw him waving the hoe with a little effort, but in less than two minutes he dug open the soil near the crack.

Wanwan kept paying attention to his hoe. After seeing the tender yellow bamboo shoots, she immediately pointed to the ground and exclaimed: "It's really!"

Xia Zhihuai squatted down and pulled the soil with his hands. Wanwan also got closer excitedly and began to pull the soil with her little claws.

Huang Xikong piao was beside him, and he was also a little eager to try: "I have never dug bamboo shoots, but when I was inspecting the backlog of cases in various places in the past, I was fortunate to taste the spring bamboo shoots in the Jiangnan region. There is a dish called Pickled Dufen, which tastes particularly amazing."

Xia Zhihuai cut off the bamboo shoot roots with a few strokes on the back of the hoe and continued, "We can also make this dish here, but I don't know, but when I was a child, I saw my mother cook it and it tasted really good, so sometimes when I came back during the holidays, I would come to the bamboo forest to dig bamboo shoots, and I would take it back and let my mother, or my grandma make it."

Xia Zhihuai pulled out the spring bamboo shoots that had cut off the roots of the bamboo shoots, removed the soil on the bamboo shoots, lowered his head and smiled at Wanwan with bright eyes, "This bamboo shoot will be put in your bamboo basket. You will follow me later, and I will teach you how to dig spring bamboo shoots."

Wanwan looked at the spring bamboo shoots that were about the same height as her legs, turned her back to Xia Zhihuai: "Brother, put it in quickly."

A spring bamboo shoot has several kilograms. Xia Zhihuai put the spring bamboo shoots into her backpack, and was a little worried that she could not carry them.

"If you are tired, tell me." Xia Zhihuai touched her head.

Wanwan clenched her fists excitedly, her eyes full of excitement, and there was a small hoe that had just been placed in the backpack in her hand: "I'm not tired, let's dig bamboo shoots."

"Brother, I want to eat pickled and fresh tonight."

Listening to the two of them signing up for the dishes, Wanwan was already a little greedy.
Chapter completed!