With the lights coming from the room, Liu Qingshan recognized it. It was the tiger that once pounced on Zhang Ganzi, with a young face.

As for how you can see that you are young, of course it’s a feeling.

It seems that this Erlangzi has been waiting for a long time, just waiting for him to peel it and eat it ready-made.

Liu Qingshan felt a secretly relieved: This also proved that this Siberian tiger was not very hostile to him, otherwise, with his current keen senses, he would definitely be able to feel it.

I guess this guy is just greedy.

At this moment, a rabbit had eaten most of its food, and its mouth was crunching. In the blink of an eye, the two or three pounds of rabbit disappeared into its big mouth.

He stretched out his tongue and licked his lips, looking unfulfilled.

Liu Qingshan was shocked to find that the surface of this guy's tongue was full of sharp and small barbs. If he licked it, it might really lose a layer of skin?

He also heard from his master that when a tiger eats meat, it can lick the big bones cleanly without leaving any meat.

For the Siberian tiger's appetite, a hare is not enough to be at the bottom, so this guy raised his big hairy head and looked at Liu Qingshan.

That look really makes you feel pregnant and have nightmares when you look at it.

Liu Qingshan could only spread his hands and signaled that he would be gone.

Then he glanced at the wooden house. At some point, the mute grandfather was already standing at the door, looking at the Siberian tiger with vigilance.

"Erlangzi, I have eaten the food, should you leave?"

Liu Qingshan muttered softly, and his master said that Siberian tigers hold grudges very much, so it is best not to make grudges with them, otherwise, they will really remember you for the rest of their lives.

He didn't want to be remembered by such a tiger, this is a bloody example.

Liu Qingshan later read an article: It introduced a hunter from the Russian side, who seemed to be named Markov. He once injured a Siberian tiger in winter and stole its prey.

Later, the Siberian tiger found his house and destroyed it. Then he waited until Markov came back and bit him to death.

This incident proves a truth: Don’t mess with tigers.

The Siberian tiger in front of him obviously couldn't understand what Liu Qingshan was saying. Its next move was a bit funny and hilarious.

This guy actually stumbled on the ground, with his feet facing the sky, his two front paws, and he kept scratching, just like a kitten playing with his companions.

As for what it wants to express, it won’t be: Come on, let’s play with me for a while?

However, the claws of the big tiger as thick as a bowl were pulled and they were probably broken. Liu Qingshan didn't have the courage to play with it.

It seems like the mute grandfather said. This is a cerebellar axe that has just left the tigress and lives independently. This action should be its favorite way of playing with the tigress when playing with the tigress.

Or, it may also have a brother or sister who often plays with it.

Although this fool acted like a big cat, Liu Qingshan did not dare to relax his vigilance at all: after all, this is a beast that can hurt people.

In later generations with developed information, he once read an article introducing tigers.

It was after the movie "Boyant Pi" was hit, and it was related to the Indian Tiger. It was said that there was a Champagawa tiger that killed more than 400 people in total and entered the Guinness World Record for this.

This number is really terrifying.

A muffled sound came.

It was the mute grandfather who stretched out his broad palm and slapped the tiger claws together.

Even with the power of the mute grandfather, his body was shocked, which shows how powerful the Siberian tiger is.

Anyway, if Liu Qingshan went up, he would definitely be photographed flying all at once.

This second-hand man was obviously a bit addicted to playing. He had his two front paws, and he was dancing hard, and he occasionally hit the mute grandpa's palms, making a muffled sound.

Liu Qingshan understood a little bit why his master became the king of this forest.

He thought about it too, but the slap he stretched out shrunk back in disappointment: The strength is not allowed!

After playing with the mute grandpa for a while, the idiot got up from the ground, shook the tiger hair on his body, and then jumped and disappeared into the woods. He was really an energetic guy.

After it left, Liu Qingshan breathed a sigh of relief: "Master, this guy has given us our supper."

There was no way, the father and the other two could only drink porridge to fill their stomachs. When Liu Qingshan was sleeping, he felt his stomach empty and thought angrily:

You abominable cerebral axe, one day, I will also snatch food from your tiger's mouth. As I thought about it, I fell asleep in a daze...

The next day, the two of them continued to move forward. This place was already a real primeval forest and was definitely rarely visited.

As I walked through it, there were thick layers of fallen leaves under my feet, which was very soft when I stepped on it, and it became more and more difficult to move forward.

Gradually, he walked into a valley. The terrain was low and covered with morning mist. Liu Qingshan had an illusion, as if he had entered a fairyland.

Even in my mind, I feel dizzy and feel like I am flying in the clouds.

Suddenly, a bitterness came from his mouth, which made him wake up instantly. He saw the master holding a black pill in his hand and putting it into his mouth.

And a piece of pill was obviously stuffed into his mouth just now, with a bitterness.

Liu Qingshan couldn't help but feel scared. In his condition just now, if he couldn't wake up in time, he was afraid he would never wake up.

Walking in the primeval forest, danger is everywhere.

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After entering the valley, the mute grandfather pointed to a forest in front and screamed a few excitedly.

When he walked up to him, Liu Qingshan was also shocked: the ground was covered with deer antlers.

This should be the place where the sicca deer horns are concentrated and faded. Some old antlers have gradually become corroded. I don’t know how many years have passed.

This kind of dry thorn is also useful when taken back. You can boil deer antler glue. That thing is very nourishing, nourishing yin and strengthening yang, and is suitable for both men and women.

Since I caught up, don’t be polite. Liu Qingshan specially selected the newly faded antlers on it and picked up a lot of them.

After he tied the dry branches with the rope in his backpack, he realized that it was too heavy and could not carry it.

It seems that I can only come a few more times in the future.

In the end, Liu Qingshan carried ten pairs of deer antlers. This was the limit. After all, he still had to walk through the forest.

The mute grandfather has no back. He is in the forest. He must avoid greed. Someone must always maintain his combat effectiveness.

After walking in the valley for a while, Grandpa Mute stopped and reached out and pointed forward.

Liu Qingshan took off the antlers from his shoulders, stood there, looking happily at the woods in front of him, and clusters of red colors were revealed among the weeds, which were particularly eye-catching.

This season is the time when ginseng seeds are produced. After ginseng seeds mature, they are red in color and are the easiest to find.

In the past, people who used to pick ginseng on the mountain called this "Kanghong Hammer Market", which was the easiest way to pick ginseng.

Looking around, Liu Qingshan saw at least a dozen clusters of "red hammers" on their backs.

According to the customs of the older generation, this kind of ginseng grown in large pieces is called "pie" if it is headed by fifth-grade leaves; if it is headed by sixth-grade leaves, it is called "pie".

The one in front of you can be described as a pile.

This is naturally reproduced after the fruits of ginseng fall to the ground. Without hundreds of years, they cannot form a "pile".

In the past, the mountain-picking people were very particular about rules. When they encountered mature ginseng seeds, they would be buried in nearby fields to help breed.

When collecting ginseng, it will also "lift the big and let go of the small" and keep it for future generations.

But as wild ginseng becomes more and more rare and the price becomes higher and higher, how many people can follow the rules?

Liu Qingshan walked forward carefully, fearing that he would pick ginseng seedlings under his feet, so he stopped in front of a red hammer.

A few ginseng seeds have just turned red, most of which are still cyan, and the shape is waist-shaped, similar to the mung beans.

The mute grandfather also came over and gestured to Liu Qingshan in his hand: The ginseng seeds are also condensed in essence and are very energetic.

In the past, people who were picking the mountain usually brought a few capsules back and kept them at home for later use.

If a woman gives birth to a baby, when she is exhausted, she can use ginseng seeds to stimulate the body's final potential and produce smoothly.

Liu Qingshan really wanted to pick a few capsules and go back. If he encountered the situation when his elder sister gave birth in the future, it would come in handy. Unfortunately, he is not mature yet.

The two of them continued to walk forward. In the middle, Liu Qingshan finally saw the sixth-grade leaf of his grandfather. It should be the ancestor of this pile of wild ginseng.

Looking at the leaves, they are indeed the sixth grade, and the branches are extremely strong. The cluster of ginseng seeds on it are dense, with dozens of them, which is really a separation from descendants.

If it were Liu Qingshan in the past, he would have been unable to hold back. He yelled "stick" and then carried out this old ginseng that had been over a hundred years old.

But now his state of mind is less greedy, and more so, he is happy: I'd better let you grow up here, live your life and reproduce more descendants.

Seeing the disciple's eyes, the mute master nodded with relief, then gently poked out the rope stick in his hand and pulled it a few times in the grass.

A sequential sound came from the grass, and Liu Qingshan also widened his eyes again. He saw a big snake more than two meters long, with a triangular head, spitting out a core, and hissing to swim in the distance.

There are also poisonous snakes on the mountain here, but they are generally smaller and not very toxic. For example, earth balls, pheasants’ necks, etc. If you take a bite, it will not be fatal.

There is even a big brocade snake that is more than two meters long. In winter, it hides in his house to hibernate. When it is not hibernating, it helps the house catch mice and live in harmony with humans.

However, this big snake is a breed that I have never seen before. Its triangle-shaped head is obviously not easy to mess with.

Liu Qingshan couldn't help but feel a little scared: if he had been greedy just now and went to collect ginseng by rashly, he might have been bitten hard.
Chapter completed!