Rural Friends Circle

After noon, Tang Feng went to the reservoir again when he had nothing to do. He bought two big fish weighing more than 20 kilograms from the fish pond over there. He put them in the pond below the spring and sprinkled some fairyland soil into it before leaving it alone.

Under the sunshade net, the orchids were growing very well. In just one day, these little things had grown three or four centimeters taller. They looked green and very pleasing. At this rate, they would grow up in another week.

Next to the orchids, Heizi and Dahu were lying lazily. In just a few days, Heizi had changed again. Not only did he grow taller, but his hair became dark and thick. He looked more majestic than the Tibetan mastiff.

Looking at Dahu, Erhu and Sanhu, they had been eating fairyland soil for several days. Their height, which was only more than 30 centimeters, had grown to more than 40 centimeters. Their sturdy limbs looked like adult dogs.

After feeding them for a while, when the three little things grow to the size of Heizi, they can go hunting in the mountains with these chubby guys. Touching the heads of the three little things, Tang Feng thought to himself.

It was almost lunch time. He finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Qiao Jiaojiao leave. He was really scared by the gentle look in Qiao Jiaojiao's eyes. He was afraid that he would not be able to hold back at any moment.

Heizi left the three little things to guard the door. He fished two fish from the pond, took a lotus root and some vegetables, and rode his second-hand flashlight motorcycle back to the village.

These days, because he was busy with the lotus root field, he only went home once, and that was when he had a blind date with Wang Ting. He had never eaten a meal at home.

"Xiaofeng, haven't you eaten yet?" As soon as he entered his yard, his mother leaned out of the kitchen. When she saw him, a smile appeared on her face and she asked with concern.

After parking the motorcycle, he took his things and went into the kitchen. He took a look in the dilapidated kitchen. There was dough on the chopping board and vegetables were cooked in the pot. But after a closer look, there was no meat in the vegetables, and even the oil was pitifully small.

Looking at the pot of vegetables that were enough to make many rural people retreat, and then looking back at his mother's graying temples, his heart seemed to be stabbed by something, and it hurt so much. There was also a burst of soreness in his eyes. He quickly turned his head to the side and took a few deep breaths.

"You kid, why don't you listen? Come back for a meal. What fish and vegetables do you buy? How much does it cost?" The mother looked at the fish and vegetables in his hands and nagging him.

After taking a few deep breaths and calming down his fluctuating emotions, Tang Feng turned his head, forced a smile, and looked at his mother.

"Mom, you are wronging me. This fish was caught from our pond. I also planted the lotus root and vegetables. I didn't spend a penny." He put the things in his hand on the chopping board and said with a smile.

When his mother heard what Tang Feng said, she was stunned for a moment, and then a happy smile appeared on her wrinkled face.

"Have the fish in our pond grown so big? I remember that you said earlier that the fry would not be released until spring." Soon, the mother remembered something and muttered with a frown.

"Mom, this year is this year. Didn't I release a batch of fry last year? It's just that there were fewer last year, only one or two hundred. These two are it." Tang Feng made up a lie and fooled him.

"Mom, I haven't eaten meat for a long time. Today, you have to make me something delicious."

"Okay, okay, I'll stew fish for you now." The mother rubbed his head lovingly and said with a smile.

"Then I'll go see my dad first." After saying that, he left the kitchen and entered the dilapidated north room of his home.

On the bed in the inner room, his father leaned on the thick quilt, flipping through an old book in his hand. As one of the few books in the family, this old book was bought by him a few years ago. His father didn't know how many times he had read it.

The family was poor. The little money he earned from the fields was barely enough for the family's food, drink, defecation and urination, and his parents' medicine. How could he afford to buy other things? In the past two years, their family has hardly filled up any furniture or appliances. During the Chinese New Year last year, except for buying a coat for his sister, he and his parents didn't even buy a pair of socks.

"Back... back?" Hearing the movement at the door, his father looked up and put down the book in his hand after seeing him.

Looking at his father with a pale face and no blood, Tang Feng felt a pang of pain in his heart. Over the years, he has taken his father out for medical treatment more than once, and spent a lot of money, but the disease has never been cured.

Thinking of the difficulties in seeing a doctor several times, Tang Feng thought of Super WeChat. Perhaps, he should find the Silver Horn Boy again to see if he has any panacea that can cure mortal diseases.

After chatting with his father for a while, when his father was a little tired, he quietly got up, left home, went to a nearby supermarket, and bought several different flavors of milk candies.

He did not bargain, but took pictures directly and sent all the milk candies to the Silver Horn Boy.

"Little Silver Horn, these are several new candies that I made last night. They taste good. That... If you have a panacea that can cure mortal diseases, give me two. I need them urgently."

The Silver Horn Boy in Laojun's alchemy room held the bottles of milk candies like treasures, and his mouth was almost drooling.

How could the master refine such a low-level thing as a panacea that can cure mortal diseases? However, when it comes to curing mortal diseases, the three or four hundred-year-old Ganoderma lucidum is much more effective than ordinary panaceas.

Thinking of this, the silver-horned boy flew out of the alchemy room and landed in the fairy medicine garden surrounded by the fairy array. After searching for a long time, he finally found a five-hundred-year-old Ganoderma lucidum in a corner.

"Heavenly Soldier·A sends you a five-hundred-year-old Ganoderma lucidum. Do you want to receive it?" After the second WeChat prompt popped up, Tang Feng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Ganoderma lucidum, and it is five hundred years old, this is a good thing for curing diseases and saving lives.

After successfully receiving it, the Ganoderma lucidum automatically entered the treasure bag. When the treasure bag was opened, there was a wilted Ganoderma lucidum in the second grid, which looked obviously malnourished.

Five hundred years old Ganoderma lucidum: Because it grew together with the fairy grass and fairy medicine, it was robbed of some of its essence by the fairy grass and fairy medicine. Its medicinal properties are similar to those of ordinary three hundred years old Ganoderma lucidum. It takes two hundred points of public virtue to download it.

Although this Ganoderma lucidum lacks some of its essence, its medicinal properties are at least enough to be comparable to three hundred years old Ganoderma lucidum. With the fairy weed as a companion, it is possible to cure his father's illness.

Without hesitation, he directly consumed two hundred points of public virtue to download this Ganoderma lucidum, and then hurried back to the lotus root field, found the wine jar with a fairy weed under the bed, threw the Ganoderma lucidum into it, took out 20,000 yuan from the box, locked the door, and returned along the way.

When he returned home, his mother's fish had been stewed. Seeing him come back, she couldn't help but scold him, but he just smiled.

"Xiaofeng, when did you learn to drink white wine?" Seeing the wine jar in his hand, his mother asked in confusion.

"Mom, this is not ordinary white wine, this is the medicinal wine I made. Look, this is a hundred-year-old Ganoderma lucidum. I accidentally found it in the mountains two days ago. These days, I drink this medicinal wine every day, and I feel much better. I feel like I have endless energy." Tang Feng held the wine jar and talked like a charlatan.

He naturally couldn't tell his mother that he got this Ganoderma lucidum from the fairyland, so he thought of an excuse and said that he found it in the mountains.

Anyway, in the past few years, in order to treat his father's illness, he also went into the mountains to collect herbs. When he was desperate, he tried all kinds of unreliable folk remedies.

After all, she was an uneducated rural woman. When she heard her son say that the wine was soaked with a hundred-year-old Ganoderma lucidum, and heard about the effects of drinking this medicinal wine, her face showed a moving look, and she soon became interested.

"Then let your dad try it."

Put the wine jar on the table and carefully open the lid. As the lid is opened, a strong and simple wine aroma escapes and soon fills the whole room. Smelling this simple wine aroma, Tang Feng couldn't help but take a few deep sniffs.

Based on this wine aroma, I'm afraid the taste of the wine I brewed won't be bad, but think about it, this wine is blended with a trace of fairy spirit, if you say that the taste will be bad, he won't believe it even if he is beaten to death.

Perhaps, in the future, I can build a winery and specialize in brewing and selling wine. I think I can make a lot of money, he thought so in his heart.