After helping Gangzi deal with the small thorns on his palms, he also raised his feet in annoyance to knock down the fake ginseng bush.

"Don't make mistakes. This eleuthero is also a medicinal material and is most suitable for making wine. In fact, ginseng belongs to the Araliaceae family, so it can be considered a close relative."

Liu Qingshan quickly stopped him, then took out a small sickle from his backpack, carefully picked up the branches and leaves of Acanthopanax with his hands, and cut off these Acanthopanax thorns.

He also said: "We have a kind of wine here called Acanthopanax bark, which is mainly brewed with Acanthopanax senticosus. It has the effect of driving away wind, removing dampness, relaxing muscles and activating collaterals."

Only then did Gangzi become elated: "That's just right. Let's go back and make some wine for the old man at home. He's always noisy and can't stop himself."

"That might be a bit rheumatism. When you go back, I'll get you two bottles of tiger bone wine."

Liu Qingshan helped the winery sell medicinal wine last time, and finally brought back two boxes and gave two bottles to the old branch secretary. The rest was placed with his grandfather, who drank a small cup every day.

The effect should be good. These days, Liu Shikui's face is flushed and his complexion is very good.

Gangzi was also a little surprised: "Tiger bone wine, are there really tigers on your mountain?"

"To be precise, it should be called Siberian tiger."

Liu Qingshan corrected his statement, and then continued: "One winter, when the mountains were blocked by heavy snow, a Siberian tiger entered our village and killed all the calves in the production team and dragged one away."

It sounded a bit scary. Both Fei Ge and Gangzi changed their faces a little. They subconsciously looked around, really worried that a colorful tiger would suddenly jump out and snatch them away.

Of course, this expression couldn't be hidden from everyone's eyes, so some people couldn't help but laugh a few times.

Gangzi also felt a little embarrassed: "Even if there is a tiger, I will learn from Wu Erlang and fight a tiger!"

"Then you have to drink eighteen bowls of wine. You drank it in the morning. Why are you talking drunkenly?"

Zhang Dashuai smiled and said, "Tiger hunting", even a mute would not dare to say such words.

Gangzi was still arguing when he suddenly heard a strange cry coming from the forest ahead:

"Ouch!"

The voice was ferocious and shrill, full of wild calls, penetrating the eardrums and making people's souls tremble involuntarily.

Everyone was so frightened that they all trembled. As for Gangzi, he just sat down on the ground.

He only felt short of breath and his heart beat rapidly, thump-dong-dong, like beating a drum.

In the zoo in Spring City, he also saw a tiger, but he didn't feel anything at all at the time.

"Abba Abba!"

The mute grandfather suddenly shouted a few times, and then the forest returned to silence, with only the rustling of the wind echoing in the forest.

Everyone also breathed a sigh of relief. Liu Qingshan stretched out his hand and pulled Gangzi up: "Are you going to hunt tigers again?"

Gangzi shook his head like a rattle: "If you don't want to fight, I won't fight. Even if you lend me ten or eight courages, I won't fight."

Liu Qingshan patted him on the shoulder: "The one he called just now was not a tiger, but a lynx, which is several sizes smaller than the tiger."

Marshal Zhang on the side also added: "There are big cats in the forest, one tiger, two leopards and three lynxes. It was the third one who called just now."

This is the third child. He hasn't seen the shadow yet. He yelled so loudly that he almost pissed himself. Just now he was talking about hunting a tiger with a shy face.

Gangzi felt his face burning, and he never dared to mention hunting a tiger again.

Everyone was picking mushrooms in the forest. When they came across medicinal materials, they picked some.

When you come across Schisandra chinensis hanging on a branch, pick some and use them to brew wine.

Platycodon is also a good thing. The roots are dug out and are an excellent material for making pickles, especially kimchi.

Everyone was also lucky enough to dig up two nests of wild Gastrodia elata, which are quite expensive.

"This forest of yours is truly a great treasure house."

Brother Fei was also inspired. Along the way, they had just entered the edge of the forest, and how many good things had they discovered?

Liu Qingshan also nodded: "It is true to rely on the mountain to eat the mountain. We must protect this green mountain in the future. Don't let our descendants guard the bare barren mountain and lift our coffin."

After hearing this, everyone shook their heads: "Qingshan, you really know how to tell jokes, how is this possible?"

Is it really impossible? A few decades later, isn’t it exactly what I said?

Liu Qingshan smiled bitterly and shook his head, but soon his heart became firm again: I will protect this mountain from now on!

With a snap, Liu Qingshan felt his shoulders sink.

Turning his head to look over, he saw the mute grandpa's big hand falling on his shoulder again, and his bright eyes, looking directly at him, as if they could penetrate people's hearts.

Although the mute grandpa cannot speak, he understands better than anyone else.

The old man and the young man just looked at each other and nodded vigorously together, as if they had made some kind of agreement, and seemed to have completed some kind of inheritance.

Everyone was left to continue collecting mountain products in the forest, while the mute grandpa led Liu Qingshan back alone.

Gangzi wanted to follow, but was stopped by Fei Ge. The other villagers also had strange looks on their faces, but most of them looked envious.

Zhang Dashuai probably felt too hot, so he took off the blue hat on his head, and then wiped his bald head vigorously: "What a bastard, this mute is too partial!"

The other villagers all laughed, and Da Zhangluo sniffed his nose a few times: "Hey, why do I smell so sour? Who is jealous?"

Where did the vinegar jar come from in the forest? Even if there was sour rice pulp, it would have dried up long ago. This meant that Marshal Zhang was jealous, which made everyone laugh again.

Only two outsiders, Fei Ge and Gangzi, were a little confused.

Da Zhangluo also noticed it, and muttered: "This mute is not an ordinary person. He knows everything in the forest. Your handsome uncle wanted to recognize the mute as his master before, but the mute looked down on him.

He said he was too murderous."

"Didn't I just kill a pig or something, but I didn't kill anyone?"

Zhang Dashuai was still aggrieved. He knew what the mute was capable of. There was no bird or beast in the forest that the mute could not deal with. There was no plant or tree in the forest that the mute could not recognize.

Looking at this posture today, Mute has set his sights on Qingshan and might want to accept him as a disciple. It seems that he is completely out of luck.

Being led by the mute grandfather, Liu Qingshan was also a little confused.

As they entered the wooden carving room, they saw the mute grandfather taking out an iron box. After opening the lock, a dark wooden carving came out. Then he pulled Liu Qingshan and knelt on the ground respectfully and kowtowed.

Liu Qingshan kowtowed in confusion, then raised his head to look at the wooden sculpture.

He just felt that the wood carving was very simple, and it seemed to be a man riding on the back of a colorful tiger. He seemed to understand a little bit: Could this be the boss of the mountain god?

While I was thinking about it, I felt a pain in my fingertips. When I looked down, I found that my middle finger was being pinched by the mute grandpa. His nails gently slid across, making a small cut, and bright red blood seeped out.

The mute grandfather led him to the statue and smeared the blood from his middle finger on the statue.

Liu Qingshan's body trembled suddenly, and a surge of ecstasy surged in his heart:

Developed, developed, this will definitely be a bloody battle, and then I will be able to have space and so on!

After jumping around for a long time, when he stopped, he didn't feel anything special. It seemed that this was really just a ritual.

Bai was so happy, thinking that I would be able to go to heaven and earth, overturn rivers and seas, subjugate dragons and tigers.

Only then did Liu Qingshan realize that he had thought too much, but he was not disappointed. In this world, how could there be so much for nothing?

I saw the mute put the statue back into the box, and then he sat on the small wooden kang, gesturing with his hands, gesturing for Liu Qingshan to kowtow to him as well.

This time Liu Qingshan finally understood: Grandpa Mute, he wants to accept him as his apprentice.

For him, there was no pressure at all. He was already very close to the mute grandfather and had saved his life, so it was appropriate for him to kowtow.

Not to mention becoming a disciple, Liu Qingshan would also be happy to become a godfather.

So he lay down on the ground again and kowtowed three times before being pulled up by the mute grandpa.

He could clearly feel that the mute grandpa's attitude towards him was more cordial than before, and his eyes were full of love.

Liu Qingshan couldn't help but feel warm in his heart, and blurted out: "Master!"

Ho ho ho!

The mute grandfather let out a strange smile, then stretched out his hand and pulled out a string from under his neck.

The rope was originally supposed to be red, but now it has turned black and shiny. When the mute grandfather took it off, Liu Qingshan suddenly discovered that there was something hanging at the bottom.

It looks like it should be a jade pendant. The shape is very simple, and you can't tell what the carving is. Moreover, the jade quality is obviously very average.

It's not so much jade as it is a slightly transparent stone.

The mute grandfather took the jade pendant and helped Liu Qingshan put it on his neck with his own hands. Then he patted his shoulder with satisfaction, as if he had fulfilled a major wish.

"Master, thank you for your gift."

Liu Qingshan did not dislike it at all. The important thing about a gift is not its value, but the friendship contained in it.

Just like the glass ball pendant he got for Xiao Lao Si, although it was only worth a few cents, in Xiao Lao Si's opinion, it was as precious as Shan Xing's big pearl pendant.

In the following time, the two masters and apprentices made gestures and talked, and they communicated very harmoniously.

The master's big hands squeezed Liu Qingshan's body all over, until Liu Qingshan's bones and tendons became soft and tender, and he almost collapsed on the ground.

The surprise came next: Master asked him to go up the mountain every morning and learn boxing from him whenever he had time.

He also gestured and said: Liu Qingshan is not yet an adult and his bones are still developing, so it is not too late to practice martial arts now.

"Master, am I one of those legendary martial arts wizards who can directly learn the Six Meridians Divine Sword and Nine Yang Divine Skills?"

Liu Qingshan was still asking questions and gesticulating excitedly with his hands, "What young man doesn't have the dream of becoming a martial arts master?"

But the next moment, the mute master interrupted his sweet dream and directly carried him, like a little chicken, to the outside of the wooden carvings, teaching him to practice standing postures and a set of corresponding breathing techniques.

method.

Liu Qingshan soon learned that this would be his compulsory course every morning, and he had to stand for half an hour.

And from the master's gestures, he also understood that there was no need to think about flying over eaves, walking over walls, or hurting people with internal skills.

The only advantage is that it can strengthen your body and your combat power is far beyond that of ordinary people.

Well, I'll be content with just keeping fit.

Liu Qingshan has personal experience. After a person reaches middle age, his body will decline drastically.

Now he saw that his master was still strong at such an old age and could walk as fast as flying. He was better than the young men in the village.
Chapter completed!