婷婷综合另类小说色区

   Once upon a time, there was a young man who came from the east of the Guanguan. He went into the mountains to find a club by himself. He didn’t understand anything.

  In the middle of the night, he saw a wolf-like thing guarding him.

  The young man was so frightened that he drove the thing away, but the thing turned around and came back, not far from the young man, just sitting and looking at him.

   Later, when the young man went down the mountain and talked about it with others, he realized that that thing was a jackal.

  With it guarding, other animals dare not come forward, so the young man can go down the mountain safely.

  Xu Shiyan didn\'t know whether the legend was true or not. Anyway, he would not provoke jackals. Seeing that there was nothing abnormal around him, he went back to sleep in the shack.

   I don’t know if it’s a psychological effect, or if the jackals urinated. Anyway, in the middle of the night, I didn’t hear the wolves howling again, and everyone slept soundly.

  Woke up early and had dinner, five people stood in a row and shouted Huangshan in unison.

  Next, Xu Shiyan is the head stick, Huang Shengli is the side stick, and the other three are waist sticks.

  Five people held rope sticks in their hands, lined up horizontally, and pressed the mountain in the direction pointed by Xu Shiyan.

  Mountain pressing is a boring job, you can’t talk and chat, and you have to keep your eyes on the grass on the ground.

  All orders are conveyed through the rope stick in the hand of the head stick.

  Everyone came out in the morning until after ten o\'clock, but there was nothing to gain.

  Xu Shiyan tapped the tree twice with a rope stick, and everyone stopped to smoke and rest.

   Zhou Qingguo came from a soldier background, so it was nothing to walk this far, so he found a dry place to sit down, took out cigarettes and distributed them to everyone.

   "Third Uncle, would you like one?"

  Zhou Qingguo knew that Xu Shiyan didn\'t smoke on weekdays, but when he went into the mountains, there were many mosquitoes, so he smoked a cigarette to relieve his fatigue, and drove away the mosquitoes along the way.

  Xu Shiyan took the cigarette, Zhou Qingguo took out a match and lit it for Xu Shiyan.

   "Third Uncle, the mountain is so big, there are only five of us, how can we find the stick?"

   Zhou Qingguo was a beginner, and it was his first time entering the mountains, so he didn\'t understand anything, so he just asked casually.

  Xu Shiyan took a puff of his cigarette and was about to say something to Zhou Qingguo when he suddenly saw the place where Zhou Qingguo was sitting just now.

   Suddenly dumbfounded, he hurriedly grabbed Zhou Qingguo who was about to sit down.

   "The club." Xu Shiyan looked at the piece of grass that Zhou Qingguo had crushed, and shouted.

  Everyone was taken aback for a moment, but they didn\'t realize it. They thought Xu Shiyan was scolding Zhou Qinguo.

   Still, Huang Shengli had a quick mind, followed Xu Shiyan\'s gaze, and then hurriedly picked up the mountain.

   "What product?" This is the same as asking how many leaves.

   "The key to opening the mountain." It is Erjiazi.

  Because Erjiazi has only two branches, like a key.

  Let the mountain people enter the mountain. If you meet Erjiazi first, you are likely to meet big goods next. Therefore, Erjiazi is called the key to the mountain.

   "Brother Xu, where is it? Why didn\'t we see it?"

  Sun Xiaofeng and Feng Chao all leaned over and looked around, but they didn\'t see it at all.

  Xu Shiyan inserted the cable stick into the ground, straightened the overwhelmed mallet seedling with his hands, found two more small sticks, and wrapped the mallet lock around the mallet seedling.

   Now, everyone can see that this ginseng plant is not too big, with only two or three ginseng seeds on it, which is not conspicuous at all.

  Zhou Qingguo didn\'t pay attention just now, and just sat down on his buttocks. If he hadn\'t brought out cigarettes to Xu Shiyan, Xu Shiyan would not have noticed.

  Everyone came to their senses at this moment, and they didn\'t know who started it, so they laughed.

   "Qingguo, Qingguo, you are really there. People say that the first child will have good luck. You are really good. You have a stick out of your ass.

  Fortunately, you are still asking, where can you meet a mallet, and you are sitting on a tree under your buttocks. "

  How did Zhou Qingguo expect such a thing to happen? Stretching out his hand and scratching his head, he laughed awkwardly there.

  He really didn\'t see it, so he just found a place to sit down. How could he think that he would be so accurate when he sat down?

   "Fortunately, you have good eyesight, otherwise we would have missed it." That\'s all Zhou Qingguo could say.

   "Come on, don\'t blabber there.

  Victory, you carry this ginseng. Xiaofeng, you go to the whole fire and help fumigate the mosquitoes while I wander around. "

  Xu Shiyan felt that there should be Shen nearby, so he had to look around again.

   Just like that, Huang Shengli, Sun Xiaofeng, and Feng Chao stayed behind to carry the ginseng, while Xu Shiyan and Zhou Qingguo walked around the neighborhood together.

  Walking and walking, Zhou Qingguo suddenly saw something. He didn\'t dare to speak nonsense, so he knocked on the trunk with a rope stick.

  Xu Shiyan heard this, and leaned towards Zhou Qingguo, "What\'s wrong?"

   "Third Uncle, do you think that is the old omen you mentioned?" Zhou Qinguo pointed to an old pine tree not far ahead.

   I saw that it was one person high from the ground, a piece of bark was cut off, and something was carved on the exposed wood.

  Xu Shiyan took a look, isn\'t it just an old sign? He hurriedly led Zhou Qingguo to the front.

   Taking a closer look, the engraving on it is garbled characters, which is not an ordinary sign.

   After all, Zhou Qingguo grew up in the forest area, so he knew a little about these things, but he couldn\'t understand the sign in front of him.

   "Third Uncle, what is this? Why can\'t I understand it?"

  General omens, the number of people is engraved on the left, several horizontal bars are engraved for several people, the growth years of ginseng are engraved on the right, and several horizontal bars are engraved for several leaves.

   These things were told by the elders in the village since they were young, and most of them understood, but Zhou Qingguo couldn\'t understand this one in front of him.

   "This engraved is the Suzhou code, also known as the flower code.

  The people who got the big goods here didn’t want people to know the details, so they changed the sign and used the Suzhou code to engrave it. "

  Xu Shiyan took a careful look at the marks on it, and it really was the Suzhou code.

  Suzhou code, also called grass code and flower code, is an early folk commercial number.

  A counting method separated from counting chips in the Southern Song Dynasty, mostly used for commercial bookkeeping.

   This kind of code rarely appears in the Northeast. Xu Shiyan also heard about it when he was with Mr. Han in his previous life.

  The Han family went through the darts back then and had contact with many merchants from the north and the south, so they understand this.

   "The boss said that there were a total of nine of them, and they carried six leaves for one seedling, and five leaves for three seedlings.

   Let me check the year, the second year of Xuantong, when did the second year of Xuantong come? The last emperor of the Qing Dynasty, right?

   Oops, if you do the math, isn’t it sixty or seventy years old? "

  Xu Shiyan\'s history is not very good, that is, he heard from storytelling that it seems that the last emperor\'s year name was Xuantong, that is to say, this omen is quite a long time.

   "Come, Qingguo, come here, come with me, and kowtow to the old man of the mountain **** and the old seniors, let the old man bless us, and we can find a big stick near here."

  In the early years, Fangshan people adhered to the rules of the mountain **** who left his head behind.

  When you encounter a large shipment of ginseng, you should pick the ginseng seeds and scatter them around.

  Try to leave a source of wealth for future generations, but cannot cut off the roots of children and grandchildren.

  People in the past believed in these things and obeyed them piously, unlike later generations who wished they could have everything for themselves at once. Who cares about future generations?

  (end of this chapter)