Back To Qiqi Farming To Raise Children

According to the legend of the mountain people, this jackal is the patron saint of the Fangshan people.

Once upon a time, there was a young man who came from the east of the Guanguan. He went into the mountains alone to find a club. He didn't understand anything. At night, he went to sleep alone and found a place.

In the middle of the night, he saw something like a wolf guarding him.

The young man was so frightened that he chased the thing away, but the thing turned around and came back, not far from the young man, just sitting and looking at him.

Later, when the young man went down the mountain and talked about it with others, he realized that the thing was a jackal.

With it guarding, other animals dare not come forward, and the young man can go down the mountain safely.

Xu Shiyan didn't know whether the legend was true or not. Anyway, he would not provoke jackals. Seeing that there was nothing unusual around him, he went back to sleep in the shack.

I don't know if it's a psychological effect, or it's because the jackals urinated. Anyway, in the middle of the night, I didn't hear the wolf howling again, and everyone slept soundly.

After getting up early and having dinner, five people stood in a row and shouted Huangshan in unison.

Next, Xu Shiyan was the head stick, Huang Shengli was the side stick, and the other three were waist sticks.

Five people held rope sticks in their hands, lined up horizontally, and pressed the mountain in the direction Xu Shiyan pointed.

Pressing mountains is a boring job, you can't talk and chat, and you have to keep your eyes on the grass on the ground.

All orders are conveyed through the rope stick in the hand of the head stick.

Everyone came out in the morning until after ten o'clock, but there was nothing to gain.

Xu Shiyan tapped the tree twice with a rope stick, and everyone stopped to smoke and rest.

Zhou Qingguo came from a soldier background, so it was not a big deal to walk this far, so he found a dry place and sat down, took out cigarettes and distributed them to everyone.

"Third Uncle, would you like one?"

Zhou Qingguo knew that Xu Shiyan didn't smoke on weekdays, but when he went into the mountains, there were many mosquitoes, so he smoked a cigarette to relieve his fatigue and drive away the mosquitoes along the way.

Xu Shiyan took the cigarette, and Zhou Qingguo took out a match and lit it for Xu Shiyan.

"Third Uncle, the mountain is so big, there are only five of us, how can we find the stick?"

Zhou Qingguo was a beginner, and it was his first time entering the mountain, so he didn't understand anything, so he just asked casually.

Xu Shiyan took a drag on his cigarette and was about to say something to Zhou Qingguo when he suddenly saw the place where Zhou Qingguo was sitting just now.

Suddenly dumbfounded, he hurriedly grabbed Zhou Qingguo who was about to sit down.

"The club." Xu Shiyan shouted, looking at the piece of grass that Zhou Qingguo had crushed.

Everyone was taken aback for a moment, but they didn't realize it. They thought Xu Shiyan was scolding Zhou Qingguo.

Huang Shengli was still quick-witted, followed Xu Shiyan's gaze, and then hurriedly picked up the mountain.

"What product?" This is the same as asking how many leaves.

"The key to the mountain." It is Erjiazi.

Because Erjiazi has only two branches, like a key.

When a mountaineer enters the mountain, if he meets Erjiazi first, he is likely to meet a big guy next. Therefore, Erjiazi is called the key to the mountain.

"Brother Xu, where is it? Why didn't we see it?"

Sun Xiaofeng and Feng Chao all leaned over and looked around, but they didn't see it at all.

Xu Shiyan inserted the cable stick into the ground, straightened the overwhelmed mallet seedling with his hands, and found two more small sticks, and wrapped the mallet lock around the mallet seedling.

Now, everyone saw it, this ginseng plant is not too big, there are only two or three ginseng seeds on it, which is not conspicuous at all.

Zhou Qingguo didn't pay attention just now, and just sat down on his buttocks. If he hadn't brought out cigarettes to Xu Shiyan, Xu Shiyan would not have noticed.

Everyone also recalled it now, and they didn't know who started it, so they laughed.

"Qingguo, Qingguo, you are the real one. People say that you will be lucky at the beginning, but you are really good. You have a stick out of your ass.

Fortunately, you are still asking, where can you meet a mallet, and you are sitting on a tree under your buttocks. "

Where did Zhou Qingguo expect such a thing to happen? Stretching out his hand and scratching his head, he laughed awkwardly there.

He really didn't see it, so he just found a place to sit down, how could he think that he would be so accurate when he sat down?

"Fortunately, you have good eyesight, otherwise we would have missed it." That's all Zhou Qinguo could say.

"Come on, don't blabber there.

Victory, you carry this ginseng. Xiaofeng, you go to the whole fire and help fumigate the mosquitoes while I wander around. "

Xu Shiyan felt that there should be some ginseng nearby, so he had to look around again.

In this way, Huang Shengli, Sun Xiaofeng, and Feng Chao stayed behind to carry the ginseng, while Xu Shiyan and Zhou Qingguo walked around the neighborhood together.

As he was walking, Zhou Qingguo suddenly saw something. He didn't dare to speak nonsense, so he tapped the tree trunk with a rope stick.

When Xu Shiyan heard this, he leaned towards Zhou Qingguo, "What's wrong?"

"Third uncle, do you think that is the old omen you mentioned?" Zhou Qingguo pointed to an old pine tree not far ahead.

I saw a piece of bark cut off from the ground one person high, and something was carved on the exposed wood.

Xu Shiyan took a look, isn't it just an old sign? He hurriedly led Zhou Qingguo to the front.

Taking a closer look, the engravings on it were garbled characters, which was not an unusual sign.

After all, Zhou Qingguo grew up in the forest area, so he knew a little about these things, but he couldn't understand the sign in front of him.

"Third uncle, what is this? Why can't I understand it?"

For general omens, the number of people is engraved on the left, several horizontal bars are engraved for several people, the growth years of ginseng are engraved on the right, and several horizontal lines are engraved for several leaves.

Most of them understood what they had heard from the elders in the village since they were young, but Zhou Qingguo couldn't understand this in front of him.

"This engraved is Suzhou code, also known as flower code.

The people who got the big goods here didn't want people to know the details, so they changed the sign and used the Suzhou code to engrave it. "

Xu Shiyan took a careful look at the marks on it, and it really was the Suzhou code.

Suzhou code, also known as grass code and flower code, is an early folk commercial number.

A counting method separated from counting chips in the Southern Song Dynasty, which is mostly used for commercial bookkeeping.

This kind of code rarely appears in the Northeast. Xu Shiyan also heard about it when he was with Mr. Han in his previous life.

The Han family went through escorts back then and had contact with many merchants from the north and the south, so they understand this.

"The superior said that there were a total of nine of them, and they carried six leaves for one seedling and five leaves for three seedlings.

Let me look at the year, the second year of Xuantong, when did the second year of Xuantong come? The last emperor of the Qing Dynasty, right?

Hey, if you do the math, isn't it sixty or seventy years old? "

Xu Shiyan's history is not very good, that is, he heard it from storytelling, it seems that the reign name of the last emperor was Xuantong, that is to say, this omen is quite a long time.

"Come, Qingguo, come here, come with me, and kowtow to the old man of the mountain god and the old seniors, let the old man bless us, and we can find a big stick near here."

In the early years, Fangshan people followed the rule that the mountain god kept his head.

When encountering big goods carrying ginseng, pick the ginseng seeds and scatter them around.

In order to leave a source of wealth for future generations, we cannot cut off the roots of future generations.

People in the past believed in these things and obeyed them piously, unlike later generations who wished they could have everything for themselves at once. Who cares about future generations?