In the middle of October of the lunar calendar, autumn is getting darker, and the mountain forests around Guhuai Village are covered with a layer of golden fallen leaves. Chen Wanbai wore dark cotton-padded jackets, carried a bamboo basket on his back, and carried a bow and arrow, walking alone on the path leading to the mountains.
The air in the mountain forest is particularly fresh, and the cool wind blows through the treetops, bringing with it the scent of pine and earth. She stepped on the dead leaves on the ground, making a rustling sound, and from time to time she heard the chirping of birds.
The sunlight shines through the gaps in the leaves, forming mottled light and shadow, adding a bit of vitality to this silent forest.
Along the familiar mountain road, Chen Wanbai walked towards the trap she had laid. She was thinking in her heart, hoping that there would be a good harvest today, and it would be good to catch a bird.
After all, there are too few preys recently. Most animals are hibernating. Those that are not hibernating stay in their nests and do not go out at will.
Along the way, she paid close attention to the movements around her, and occasionally squatted down to check for animal traces on the ground.
After walking for about half an hour, she finally arrived at the place where the trap was set. This is a dense bush, and the trap is well hidden by her. Only she knows the specific location. She carefully peeled back the bushes to reveal the trap hidden underneath.
Looking down, Chen Wanbai sighed slightly disappointedly and saw that no prey was caught in the trap.
She murmured in a low voice: "It's a waste of time today. How can I live my life like this?"
At this moment, her eyes were caught by a cluster of green flowers. The leaves attracted. These leaves looked familiar. She stopped, walked forward, and knelt down to take a closer look. These leaves are heart-shaped, with slightly serrated edges, clear veins, and a smooth surface with a slight sheen.
She observed these leaves carefully and had a vague guess in her mind. Isn’t this the leaf of wild yam? The knowledge she had learned in the past and the species she had seen flashed through her mind.
Her eyes moved down the stems of the leaves and found that the stems of these leaves were slender and tough, with fine hairs on the surface. They looked quite similar to the yam leaves she had seen before. resemblance.
The bottom of the stem was hidden in fallen leaves and soil. She carefully used her hands to push aside the fallen leaves covering it, revealing the roots hidden in the soil.
These roots are thick and powerful, and their surface is covered with small protrusions. They are light brown in color and emit a faint earthy smell. She gently touched the roots with her hands and felt that they were hard and elastic.
Chen Wanbai was delighted. It seemed that her guess was right. These were indeed wild yams. She carefully started digging with the small hoe she carried with her, using extremely cautious movements. As the soil is cleared bit by bit, more yam roots are gradually revealed.
The roots of these yams are about a foot long, with rough skin and densely packed fine branches.The small protrusion looks like it has grown over many years. The more she dug, the more yams she found. She carefully cleaned each yam and put it into the bamboo basket behind her.
Chen Wanbai stopped digging until there was no more room in the basket. She stood up and patted the dirt off her body.
There is no light in the east but light in the west. When there is no prey, there is no light.
Today is indeed a good day!
Chen Wanbai returned with a full load and no longer struggled with the need for prey. She planned to go home first and come back in the afternoon.
Yams are easy to store and last a long time.
Scatter the yams and place them in a cool, ventilated place away from direct sunlight and moisture. This method can generally store them for three to six months.
Buried in sand and stored in a cool, dry place, it will also keep for several months.
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If this is not possible, cut the yam into slices, dry it in the sun, make dry yam tablets or grind it into yam powder, so that it can be stored for a longer time.
She walked down the mountain road for a while.
Suddenly, she saw a little deer standing among the trees not far away, lowering its head to eat the green grass on the ground.
Chen Wanbai's eyes suddenly lit up, thinking that if he could hunt this little deer, it would be much better than those yams.
She quickly took off the bow and arrow from her back, held her breath, aimed at the deer, fully pulled the bow string, and with a "whoosh" sound, the arrow flew out.
However, perhaps because he was too eager, the arrow did not hit the vital point, but only hit the deer's butt. The fawn jumped up suddenly, let out a short hoot, and then began to run quickly.
How could a duck that caught its beak fly away, and how could a deer that had been shot escape?
Without thinking, Chen Wanbai put down the backpack without hesitation, spread his legs and chased after him. She stared closely at the fleeing deer in front of her, running faster and faster, the mountain road flying by under her feet. Although the deer was injured, it was still very fast. It shuttled through the forest, trying to escape pursuit.
The mountain road was rugged and overgrown with weeds and thorns. Chen Wanbai's clothes were torn by branches, leaving blood marks on her arms. The stones and pits under her feet made her stumble and fall from time to time.
After running for an unknown amount of time, she finally saw that the deer slowed down and its steps began to stagger. She felt happy and sped up, and was about to catch up with the little deer.
However, just when she thought victory was in sight, the deer suddenly turned into a dense forest and disappeared from her sight.
She rushed into the woods, looked around, and soon found that the fawn had fallen to the ground due to excessive blood loss, and its breath was weak. She ran over excitedly, squatted down, and made sure that the deer had no strength to run away anymore.
putChen Wanbai, who had made up his mind, leaned on Xiaolu, breathing heavily. She planned to carry the fawn back after she had rested.
But when she looked up and looked around, she suddenly found herself in a completely unfamiliar place. The surrounding trees were tall and dense, blocking the sky. Each one looked so similar that she couldn't tell the direction.
The way she came had long since disappeared into the intricate mountain forest. She tried to recall the route she had taken, but found that her mind was in chaos.
Chen Wanbai took a deep breath and tried to calm down. She raised her eyes and looked around. It was quiet all around, except for the rustling of leaves in the wind. She realized she was lost and couldn't find her way home.
She walked along one direction for a while, only to find that she was back to the same place. She tried to change direction again, but still had no clue.
Chen Wanbai found a relatively flat place and sat down slowly, and began to recall the knowledge he had learned before.
Observe the sun? Watching trees? Observe rocks? Feel the wind? Thoughts flashed rapidly through her mind.
However, it seems that these methods can only identify the direction, and she doesn't even know where her home is now. Even if she knows the direction of southeast, northwest, what will happen?
Thinking of this, she sighed.
Alas...