Rushing to the sea: I can see the prompts

Chapter 225 Sour Vine Fruit

The third aunt said to her son: "You really need to exercise, exercise."

Is it fair to say that a young man's physical fitness is worse than that of an old man?

The old man was cheerful.

Regardless of their age, among the elderly in rural areas, except for those who are more seriously ill, who is worse than young people? Some old people in their 70s and 80s still harvest more than half an acre of millet a day, which is no big deal.

There are old people walking to the town, which is several kilometers! There is no rest.

"I want to exercise." Zhang Yaohua also agreed.

His original physique was not very good, but since he got the golden finger and the exercise he has been doing since he returned home for more than half a year, he has gradually surpassed ordinary people.

Zhang Yuanhang clamored to eat apples.

He was rewarded with a chestnut by his mother.

"You have to wait until the old woman and the old lady have eaten before you can eat." Azhen educated.

There are a bunch of apples at home. I usually ask you to eat them, but you won't eat them, as if they were poisoned. On this occasion, I am clamoring to eat apples.

Aren't you deliberately looking for someone to smoke?

"Eat it! The old woman won't blame you." The old man said happily.

How could the ancestors be blamed? On the contrary, I was very happy.

"Eat after paying homage! Zhang Yuanhang, don't make trouble!" Zhang Yaohua said to him slightly seriously.

As soon as he opened his mouth, Zhang Yuanhang immediately stopped talking about eating apples. Today, my uncle’s words hold the most weight. After all, you can't offend your uncle by offending anyone, otherwise you won't take him with you when you play in the future.

Because apples, tangerines, etc. are all auspicious, and one less or more is not good, so it is best not to eat them yet.

"Hey! Eat this." Zhang Yaohua picked up a handful of wild fruits from the side and gave them to Zhang Yuanhang.

This kind of fruit is called sour vine fruit. Zhang Yaohua ate it a lot in the past. It was sour. Not only the fruits can be eaten, but the leaves and flowers can also be eaten, and they all taste sour.

When the sour vine fruit matures, it will turn red or even purple. At that time, it will taste sweet and sour, which is very good, but the seeds are a bit big.

"I haven't eaten this for a long time." Zhang Yaowu also picked it up and even put it in his trouser pocket.

He didn't eat it, he just wanted to take it back and play with it. When I was a child, I used this fruit to make bullets. I used bamboo to make a syringe shape and used it as a gun barrel. It was very fun.

When they were children, how could they have any toys?

That kind of bamboo gun is one of children's favorite toys. It doesn't hurt much when it hits someone. It has little lethality and adults won't stop it.

It can be said that without the sour vine fruit, the "bamboo gun" would have no soul.

There are single-shot "bamboo tube guns" and multiple-shot types.

To make a good "bamboo gun", you need to carefully select materials. First of all, the bamboo tube must be relatively old; secondly, the hole inside the bamboo tube must be very round and the size should be consistent with the sour cane fruit; then the firing pin must be hard enough, otherwise it will be easy to break; and finally, the firing pin must be one centimeter shorter than the bamboo tube. about.

Zhang Yuanhang and Xuanxuan ate two pills and felt sour, so they vomited.

However, when I saw Uncle Yao picking it frantically, I thought it was a good thing and couldn't miss it, so I grabbed it too.

Children are like this. Regardless of whether they can use it or not, they have to take what others have.

The aunt scolded: "Are you still young?"

Isn’t it embarrassing? Fighting for wild fruits with his nephew.

Zhang Yaowu smiled sarcastically, pushed the handful in his hand into Zhang Yuanhang's pocket, and scolded with a smile: "That's enough, brat. I'll teach you how to play when I get back."

After enough rest, everyone continues to set off.

Along the way, the cousins ​​picked a lot of wild fruits.

For example, raspberries are somewhat similar to strawberries, but their plants have thorns and there are hairs on the fruits. They also taste sweet and sour. Wild fruits all have this virtue, and there is nothing particularly sweet about them.

We also saw wild kiwis, wild mangosteens, wild grapes, etc., but they are not edible during this season and have to wait until autumn. Grandma’s grave is in Zhushan.

Zhang Yaohua and the others had expected that there would be bamboo shoots, but when they arrived, they were still shocked to see the scene.

Around the tomb, bamboo shoots can be seen everywhere. The tall ones are more than ten meters high and have begun to take off their shells. The short ones have not yet broken through the soil and are only arching a small earth bag.

Within the scope of the tomb, there are more than twenty bamboo shoots at a rough count.

Spring bamboo shoots grow very fast. If you don't see them for a day, they may grow about five centimeters.

"This is trouble."

In fact, bamboo roots are spread all over the ground. This is the terrifying thing about bamboo. It can quickly take over an entire mountain from just one bamboo.

"Just in time, dig some bamboo shoots and go back to eat."

Although spring bamboo shoots are not as sweet as winter bamboo shoots, they taste just as good after blanching.

Zhang Yaohua's mother said: "The mountains are full of bamboo shoots, there is no need to dig them back to eat."

In other words, the younger generation has no taboos, while the older generation is very taboo about these things.

In the past, Zhang Yaohua and the others liked to pick mountain twists not far from the grave and eat them. They were so big and sweet that some people even fell into the coffin pit. The bones in the coffin inside have been moved, but if the elders knew about it, they would definitely be beaten.

The next step is to follow the normal operation and repeat the previous process.

Weeding, adding soil to the grave, placing sacrifices, burning paper money, worshiping, burning firecrackers...

While weeding, Zhang Yaohua saw an iron cage in the grass nearby, containing a very fat bamboo rat.

"Cannon Mao, right? In our village, he is the only one who often plays with these things." Zhang Yaowei said to his elder brother.

"Pick it up and let him experience the dangers of society." Zhang Yaowu chuckled.

Zhang Yaohua patted him: "Go and do your thing! Do this."

What kind of old man do you think you are?

The old man began to tell stories again, this time he told some things about the old woman's life. This person is the old man’s mother. Everyone calmed down and listened, trying to understand their ancestors.

"Dad, didn't you say that our grandma married two wives?" Zhang Yaohua's father asked.

I heard this news more than once before, but every year I worship only one person.

Zhang Yaohua's uncle seemed to know the truth, but never told them. Zhang Yaohua's third uncle also asked him before, but the uncle told him not to ask any more questions.

I saw the old man's expression change. ,

Seeing that Zhang Yaohua and others were curious, the old man sighed and disclosed the past family affairs.

He told people of Zhang Yaohua's generation: "You originally had a grandma and a close uncle, but for some unknown reason, your grandma took your uncle away."

After so many years, there has been no news.

Before the old man's father died, he was still thinking about his eldest son, the old man's eldest brother.

"Huh? You mean, that old lady took away the eldest son born to our old lady?" Fourth sister sorted out her thoughts.

"Well! The old woman who left has no children of her own." The old man said sadly.

Because of this incident, his mother passed away very early, and she died in depression.

Zhang Yaohua's father finally understood why his eldest brother always refused to let him ask.

"Work, work!" Seeing the serious atmosphere, Zhang Yaohua quickly changed the subject.

(End of this chapter)