Aggrieved Fish Sprite: 1|Zhushan County

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Mountains are not high, and if there are immortals, they will be named.

I don't know which dynasty and generation started. If a mountain does not have so few illusory gods and weirdness, I am embarrassed to leave a name in the county annals.

If a woodcutter meets a fairy on this mountain, a white fox will repay his favor on that mountain. On the same mountain, the fairy can show the way, the monster wants to eat people, and I don’t know how the fairy and the monster get along as neighbors.

The scholar laughed and said, Zi did not talk strangely and was confused.

The local people are convinced and cautious, lest they offend the mountain gods and offend these spirits who live in the mountains. They spread many taboos about entering the mountains by word of mouth, and they demand that future generations abide by them.

Zhushan County is such a place.

It's called Zhushan. Actually, there is no such mountain in the territory. It's just that there is green hills, green waters and lush bamboos, which earned it such a name. There are more than a dozen large and small mountains here. If you count the tops of the mountains, there are even more.

Surrounded by mountains, the roads are rugged and difficult to navigate, the products are barren, and the location is remote. Even if the war swept the Central Plains, it would be difficult to reach this place. Although the place is small and poor, it is very stable and happy. There are few major incidents. The county government's daily trial is a chicken in the east and a wall in the west.

The county seat is not big, and one street is at the end.

Ten steps away from the gate of the county government office, the first shop on the street has medicinal flags hanging, and the wooden rack in front of the door is drenched with herbs. The agile boy is busy, he is flipping through the dustpan. Herb, couldn't help but aim at a wonton stall across the street.

The stall owner is carrying a burden, one end is a hot soup stove with a fire, and the other is bowls and chopsticks and wrapped wontons. When someone stopped, he put down his load and cooked a bowl warmly. The people who eat are not particular about it, squatting down on the side of the road and wheezing to eat.

In the cold weather, the white mist kept floating over with the fragrance.

The kid at the drugstore couldn't help but glance again and again.

While he quietly swallowed his saliva, the wonton stall owner saw the baby's salivating appearance, smiled immediately, picked up a small clean bowl, and scooped a full of wonton soup, which was about to be stuffed when he walked across the street. Give the child the drug shop.

"No, Uncle Niu, I have eaten it." The drugstore boy hurriedly refused.

"Half-sized boy, he's hungry fast. It's too early for dinner now, it's almost time to drink, and the cold soup is cool." The wonton vendor said with a smile, and he stretched his head and looked into the medicine shop. , "Doctor Mo is not there?"

"Doctor Mo went up the mountain to collect medicine." The kid in the drugstore lifted his coat and carefully held the bowl across the cloth.

The bowl is a little hot, he is afraid that he can't hold it.

After all, I'm young and don't have so many cocoons on my hands.

Wonton soup is boiled from wild pheasant meat. Although a lot of water is added, it still smells good.

After taking a few breaths, the kid in the drugstore took a sip slowly, and his body became warmer.

"Uncle Niu's craftsmanship is still so good."

"Haha, I need to talk about it." The wonton stall owner took the bowl and said casually, "As the old saying goes, you don't go into the mountains in winter. Why did Dr. Mo go to the mountains? It's freezing cold and picking herbs. It’s too dangerous. Besides, what kind of medicine can I get?"

The kid from the drugstore scratched his head and said depressed: "I don't know. Doctor Mo only said to go up the mountain to see. Maybe it was the last time I went to the mountain and found any good medicine?"

"Oh!"

The owner of the wonton wanted to say something more, and the diners next to him happened to have a bowl, and came over to answer: "I'm afraid I'm looking for ginseng. I heard people say that when picking ginseng, you need to tie a red string. The more winter, the easier it is to find, otherwise the vegetation will be vigorous, and the ginseng doll will drill down to the ground, and then squat anywhere, even if it has the eyes of an eagle, it will not be found."

The wonton stall owner suddenly realized, and nodded repeatedly.

A tall, thin man passing by heard these words with a gloomy expression on his sallow face, he stopped, looked at the medicine shop sullenly, and then turned to the wonton stall.

"Boss, come to a bowl of wontons."

The man’s voice was dull and unpleasant. He wore a shabby jacket. At first glance, he looked no different from ordinary people. He was even a little more downhearted. He paid very quickly. He took out a dozen copper plates and couldn’t count. After counting, he threw it to the wonton vendor.

"Hey, I've given an extra seven cents." The stall owner said quickly.

The man casually waved his hand to indicate that he didn't need it. He asked in a hoarse voice: "My legs and feet are not good, and I have old problems. I want to see a doctor. I don't know if there are other doctors in this county... I heard that the doctor in this house is out?"

The kid from the drugstore turned around and went back to sort out the herbs, but didn't say anything.

The owner of the wonton stall smiled and said, “It’s really unfortunate. There is only one doctor here, and the others are from the village. It can only be a headache. I can’t call it a doctor, and I can’t save it. Urgent. If your pain is severe, I will point you to a place to find out if it can be cured. If you can survive it, just wait a few days and wait for Doctor Mo to come back."

"Doctor Mo, how old is it?" The man asked tentatively, "Now that the mountain is covered by heavy snow, I go to the mountain to collect medicine, I'm afraid it will take ten and a half months to come back."

The owner of the wonton stall didn't answer the question. He only praised Doctor Mo for his medical skills. He was so honest and honest, he couldn't find any words, and couldn't boast any tricks, so he knew how to say it well.

So until the bowl of wontons was cooked, the man could not find out more.

The man calmed his face, finished eating quickly, dropped his bowl and left.

Waiting for people to walk away, the simple and honest smile of the stall owner immediately changed. The ginseng diners who were talking about ginseng before got out of the small alley, and rejoined the stall owner.

"Quick Qin, I see that this person is a bit wrong, he is asking what Doctor Mo is going to do?" the wonton vendor said to the diners.

"It's a foreigner, there are seven or eight. Except for him staying here, everyone else went into the mountain yesterday." Qin Bu nodded quickly and said, "I'm going to find some brothers to stare at, maybe they are also collecting ginseng. Of."

"Hey, I heard the shopkeeper say that the customers outside the customs are brave and cruel, and often kill people." The wonton stall owner took a breath and said worriedly, "If Doctor Mo digs the ginseng first, then What should I do if I run into them?"

"It won't be so coincidental..."

***

There is such a coincidence.

The black carp is carrying the medicine basket, holding the white ginseng just dug out in both hands, and squatting on the ground, watching dumbly at the group of big men in leather jackets suddenly appearing around.

"It's really white ginseng, the best white ginseng!"

The leading man squinted his small eyes, and greedily looked at the white ginseng.

The quality is good. It seems that it has been a long time ago. I haven't seen such a good ginseng for some years. I heard that this small place with poor mountains and bad waters has excellent ginseng, but he didn't believe it at first. What's the use of wild ginseng with the thickness of a little finger? Selling it is not enough for their brothers to splurge, but a good ginseng is different.

Like this white ginseng with thick adult arms, the branches and leaves are full, the facial features are lifelike, the aura is full, thousands of taels of gold can be sold, and you can eat and drink for the rest of your life.

"Hand it over, and you will save your life." The leader said to Doctor Mo who was digging ginseng.

If the ginseng wasn't in the opponent's hand, the leader would have slashed it for fear of damaging the roots of the white ginseng in a fight.

Mo Lei looked at the ginseng in his hand, and looked at the men who were so aggressive that he was about to swallow him with the ginseng, and slowly shook his head, because this ginseng could not be given to them.

"Looking for death!"

The leader was furious, and the big men behind him also took out their weapons.

They have done too much to kill people and sell goods. Sometimes they will stabbing knives. Now they are more wary of people around them. With such an expensive white ginseng, it would be nice to have one less person to divide the money.

At this moment, a gust of wind swept across, and the sudden gust of snow baffled the faces of the visitors. They slipped under their feet inexplicably, as if an invisible force pushed them back.

"What's the matter?"

The leader roared, but his eyes couldn't be opened by the wind and snow.

He pressed his feet and grabbed his arms, unable to control the tendency to retreat, and his face was suddenly horrified.

Because there is a cliff behind.

"Ah--"

Big guys in leather jackets, you push me, like wontons into a pot, falling down the cliff with the finely-bred snow flakes, and a cloud of white mist suddenly rises from the bottom of the cliff.

This cliff is neither high nor short. There is thick snow underneath. If you fall, you may not fall to death, but you will freeze to death if you can’t climb out.

Doctor Mo, who didn't want this place to be bloodied, nodded in satisfaction, filled the ginseng hole, and put the white ginseng into the medicine basket.

"I'll find you a place with enough spiritual energy again this year." Doctor Mo gently touched the leaves, and chatted with white ginseng about the sky, "Be a little more secretive, to prevent you from being discovered. You said that you are three hundred years old, why don’t you be transformed? In Zhushan County, even the cattle selling wontons know that there are ginseng dolls on the mountain!"

The white ginseng is silent.

The howling cold wind reached Doctor Mo and disappeared automatically.

Moli walked forward with white ginseng on his back. When he passed a cliff, he frowned, and his figure suddenly appeared beside a pine tree ten meters away, with a snow-white fox in his hand. .

The fox looked at the ink carp pitifully, with black grape-like eyes open.

"Follow me, are you fat?" Moli shook the fox's tail in his hand.

The white fox didn't struggle, his eyes rolled round and round, and he stared at the medicine basket behind Doctor Mo with salivation.

Moli brought the fox to his eyes, pointed at the tip of his nose and warned: "You are not allowed to eat white ginseng, nor leaves. You are all spiritual creatures. I am waiting for you to transform." /

The fox gave a low cry.

"Not convinced yet?" Mo Li said with a stern face.

While teaching, he touched the fox from head to tail.

No matter how you touch it, it's still a fox, and it hasn't changed a bit.

Moli sighed, took out a gourd, and poured out a pill. As soon as the wax coat on the outside of the pill was squeezed, the cold scent tempted the white fox to swing his head and lean towards him. With his tongue rolled, he swallowed the pill dexterously.

The abundant aura in the pill made the arctic fox squinted happily.

But after eating, it is still a fox, still staring at the white ginseng in the black carp medicine basket, eating the bowl and thinking about the pot. The same is greedy, but a little cute.

"...your ancestors still knew how to repay your kindness, why would you only eat?" Moli hates iron for not making steel.

The white fox looked at Mo Li blankly, not understanding what he was talking about.

"Okay, let's go back."

The black carp carried the medicine basket and continued to walk into the mountains. The white fox reluctantly followed for a while, and found a rabbit on the way. Among the rabbits that can only be seen, the fox did not hesitate to choose After the latter, I went to chase the rabbit.

"The one who wrote the county annals is a liar!" Mo Li was lost in thought.

The wind and snow are getting bigger and bigger. Moli walked alone for a long time, finally found a hidden mountain stream. He looked around again to make sure that there was plenty of aura, then he put down the medicine basket and held the white ginseng. I found a suitable location in the mountain stream, and then started digging.

Carefully planted the white ginseng, crushed another pill, melted together with the snow, and poured it around the rhizome of the white ginseng, the original falling leaves of the white ginseng instantly became energetic.

"Okay, you will live here this year." Moli patted the dirt and snow on his body, greeted the ginseng plant, and left the mountain stream.

After transplanting the ginseng, the ink carp did not rush out of the mountain. He stopped and went as if looking for something.

He walked all three nearby hills, and finally stopped in front of a rock wall, and then reached out and started digging. Under the thick snow is a rock cave, and the entrance of the cave is blocked by rocks.

Moli carefully removed the stone and waved his hand at the same time. The wind and snow automatically circumvented this area.

He bent down and crawled into the cave. The owner of the cave is a brown-scaled python, nine feet long and the thickness of the bucket. It looks terrifying. Now it's freezing cold, the python is hibernating, the body is stiff and cold, curled up in a circle.

After carefully checking the condition of the python, Doctor Mo disappointedly left a pill in the corner of the cave, let it evaporate naturally, and then sealed the cave again.

The year has come to an end again.

White ginseng is still ginseng, white fox is still fox, and big snake is still snake.

Where is the good monster?