The Treasure Hunt of an Antique Dealer

In the winter solstice, I went up to the mountain to worship my ancestors. I ran four mountains for two consecutive days and was tired.

This year the grass and trees on the mountain are particularly lush, and it takes more than half an hour to wield a hatchet to one place, otherwise the ancestors will become primeval forest.

The problem of arm soreness is normal. There are poisonous thorn vines everywhere this year, and I dare not burn it to clean the fire. If the forest catches fire, I have to eat public meals.

Only use a hatchet to cut honestly. Wearing gloves is not very useful. There are dozens of blood holes in both hands, and many swellings are not easy to eliminate.

Tired, tired for two days in a row, I lay in bed at 8 o'clock last night after taking a shower, and fell asleep when I opened my phone and wrote.

I also want to tell you what I am doing today. After sleeping, I will update it as normal tomorrow.