Liang Chuan's face did not calm down the past two days, and later Lian Zhaodi also made a fuss. Well, Uncle San's cow dung was to be saved and sold. Later, Yi Niang went there a few more times. Uncle San laughed and said he would take as much as he wanted. What was wrong with it? Yi Niang was embarrassed to keep getting the cow dung from him for free. She gave Uncle San some money to subsidize him.

The two were stung by bumblebees too bad. Zhaodi was fine. Later, he wanted to come and see the lively and got into the beehive. He was stinged by these evil spirits. And Liang Chuan, in order to facilitate these bees to build nests in the beehive, he peeled off a layer of mud-paste shell from the beehive. It would be fine if he didn't peel it. As soon as he peeled off some bumblebees who were guarding the house, he immediately flew out to fight for his life. Poor Liang Chuan did not dare to throw away the hot potato in his hand, and could only sting his face exposed to the air next to a few bumblebees.

The day before yesterday, I was stomped on my eyelids and it became swollen. Now there are needle holes everywhere on my face. After the honeycomb was placed in the beehive, the army of bumblebee arrived.

Liangchuan put the earthen honeycomb outside the bamboo forest. It is warm in winter and cool in summer. Not far away, there is a stream on the mountain, with sufficient water sources, and there is a sea of ​​flowers in the bamboo forest. In the near future, the flowering period of various trees in the woods is about to come, so the source of honey is no problem. Liangchuan has also observed this place, and there is no ants. Ants are the mortal enemies of bees, and they are the most greedy for honey. Once discovered by them, the honeycomb may become an ant nest. There is a natural shade halfway up the mountain on the bamboo forest, which is very quiet and is most suitable for beehives.

Poor Liang Chuan gritted his teeth and searched a lot of hay and dead leaves to cover the beehives. What if it was too conspicuous and someone would turn back home and be burned as firewood. In the chaos, Liang Chuan was holding it to death and was beaten up by the bumblebee army. When he came back, his face was almost disfigured.

After Liang Chuan arrived home, his eyes could hardly be opened, and only a trace of light could be seen through the gaps in his eyes. The others were completely blocked by swollen bags. Liang Chuan also asked Yi Niang: "My face is okay." Yi Niang was so angry that she didn't know whether to cry or laugh. Liang Chuan's face was covered with bags, and there was no complete place, and her lips were swollen like sausages. Yi Niang wanted to hit him.

The two were lying in the yard. Every half hour, Yi Niang would take fresh cow dung to change the medicine for them. This time it was really too cruel. It was okay for Zhaodi to do so. Liang Chuan almost went to see the King of Hell with his Vajra body.

Not only the bumblebees, Liang Chuan found that even the mosquitoes were very terrible last night. Damn, people were sitting in the yard to heal their wounds, and after smearing cow dung on their brains, these mosquitoes were like discovering cakes, and came to Liang Chuan to trouble him like they found a cake. It was the vernal equinox. What should I do when it is the summer solstice? I haven't been moved away by the mosquitoes.

He Baozheng was not worried about the many things he had watched. Unexpectedly, Liang Chuan was at a loss. When he heard that he had been stinged by a bumblebee, he immediately came to visit him diligently. Some of them were not, so he talked about it on his face. Liang Chuan had a cow dung face and didn't want to publicize it.

Liang Chuan doesn't want his embarrassing things to be regarded as jokes after dinner. If you want to talk about them, you can only talk about your glorious deeds. Let history bury the blood and tears behind them.

If you don’t talk about this, you have to bring He Baozheng’s attention to another direction.

"He Baozheng, are there too many mosquitoes in our summer?" Liang Chuan had a sudden problem with a plan.

He Baozheng replied: "You kid has lived here for many years. Don't you sleep here at night? Isn't this nonsense? There are many grasses, trees, and dew here, so there are naturally more mosquitoes."

"What should you do when you sleep at night? There are so many mosquitoes, won't it be uncomfortable?"

"What else can I do if I take root and fan the mosquitoes? There are mosquito nets sold in the village, but those mosquito nets made of silk are so precious. How many families can afford them? If you endure it, the summer will pass."

"He Baozheng is familiar with the girls who go to the mountains to cut bamboo. You don't have to worry about it every day. In this way, I have a new job, do you want to do it?" Liang Chuan released a bait to see if this old boy could get caught.

He Baozheng had long since wanted to disturb these girls. Every time he said a few more words to a village woman, and he fell in love with her, and was seen by her wife, and he would be in peace after returning home! But Liang Chuan arranged for him to take care of this and he had to obey. Now he finally had a chance to be liberated.

"Do it, I will do everything you arranged by Sanlang!" As long as you don't deal with those old women, He Bao said something more in his heart.

"I went into the mountains a few times and found a lot of valuable things that can be used. For example, camphor trees, nanmus, mugwort, and kudzu root on the mountain, everyone treats them as wild grasses and wild vegetables that no one wants. We have a lot of mosquitoes in summer, so I have a way to solve the troubles of mosquitoes!"

He Baozheng also knew that there were indeed many things on the mountain, and no one picked them. These things were valuable, and if they were valuable, they would have been gazed long ago.

"How to deal with mosquitoes? Just these things?" He Baozheng knew these things, but he didn't know what Liang Chuan wanted to do. Could it be that he cut them back and put them at home to repel mosquitoes? This is too naive. The villagers don't know that these can repel mosquitoes, but the smell of burning is too strong. The mosquitoes are running away, so people can't sleep.

The next day, Liang Chuan led He Baozheng to the mountain. When Yi Niang saw that Liang Chuan was going to the mountain again, she pinched his ear and scolded, "If you go to provoke those bumblebees again today, you will be so painful!" Liang Chuan screamed in pain and shouted that he would go to the mountain to collect herbs, not to dig bumblebees again."

Pueraria root is a medicine in Chinese medicine. However, in the year of flood and drought, when the grain is not harvested, or when it is not enough to eat, this Chinese medicine becomes a life-saving vegetable. Wild Pueraria root is tender and nutritious, but because it is not a daily dish, it is more like a wild vegetable. In Fengshan, only people who cannot afford to eat rice will go up the mountain to dig this thing to eat.

Liang Chuan felt a little distressed when he looked at it. He was just a shameful person. He used to vomit wild vegetables and shrimps to feed pigs. Now he had to go to the supermarket to grab them for about 100 yuan. The same is true for this kudzu root. People don’t eat this thing now, but later generations use it as a health supplement, and the taste is a bit similar to ginseng.

Liang Chuan remembered that during the days when he was bedridden, Yi Niang seemed to have added kudzu root to the millet porridge he cooked. This thing is nicknamed Thousand Years of Ginseng. Thank you for accompanying me through the most difficult time.

The kudzu root on the mountain grows on the hillside, in the grass on the roadside, and in some relatively humid areas. The durian roots dug out look like a radish, but the surface is brown and there are some wrinkles. Some kudzu roots are big and can reach hundreds of kilograms. Liang Chuan and He Baozheng didn't get that much, so they dug about ten kilograms. It's tiring to carry them back too much. I don't know if they can succeed in the experiment.

After digging the kudzu root, I looked for Xiangnan and Xiangchang camphor trees. There are also many of these two trees in the forest. People who cut trees in the deep mountains and old forests usually cut down some branches and leaves to burn firewood. There are still not many trees that can be cut down, and it is difficult to carry them back.

Xiangzhang Liangchuan did not dare to go to the old tree at the entrance of the ancestral hall, and He Baozheng would not agree to Liangchuan to start. The tree has become a Feng Shui tree, which has more significance than its tree value.

A tree like nanmu is more interesting. The wood and branches and leaves of nanmu contain aromatic oil. Distillation can produce nanmu oil. It is a high-end spice and it can also refresh the taste when burned. Nanmu has been a precious wood since ancient times. There is a kind of golden nanmu. It is the favorite of imperial families when adults, and ordinary families also like this wood to make longevity materials. The coffin of golden nanmu can be said to have never rotted for thousands of years. The wood grain is like golden nanmu water waves. It is quite gorgeous and highly praised by the nobles.

Xiangnan is of great medicinal value, but its texture is not as good as that of golden nan. Some of them are purple and black, and the taste is fragrant and refreshing, and has a certain effect of expelling turbidity.

These two kinds of powders are the main raw materials for mosquito coils. Adding a mutton to the point where mosquitoes can basically be lost.

Finally, we have to cut some pine resin. The pine resin contains pine resin. Liangchuan will not extract pine resin, but it is easier to get it. The mountain is full of old pine trees. Use a hatchet to cut a few holes and hang a few small bowls on it. Liangchuan and He Baozheng can pick up many bowls in half a day after chopping nan and camphor camphor.

There is also a medicine in the mountains, Atractylodes. There are fewer Atractylodes in our own place in later generations. Because of excessive logging, most of them require artificial reproduction. However, this era is different. Even those who collect Chinese medicine know the principle of the eleventh tax. If you will not fish in the lake and leave a little to help others, there will be many herbs on the mountain.

After picking these things, the two went down the mountain to pick mugwort. Mugwort is like kudzu root, which is actually good things, but people generally do not realize the preciousness of these herbs, and they can be picked at will on the roadside, which is not a very rare herb.

After getting enough raw materials, the next step was to make mosquito coils. He Baozheng didn't know what Liang Chuan was going to do, but he knew that Liang Chuan was prepared and kept looking at him, afraid that Liang Chuan would miss something, so he turned around and learned half a bucket of water.

The mountains in spring are full of vitality, and wild sparrows and doves begin to appear everywhere. Wild peach trees, snakes, lychees, lychees, and lychees are hung on the branches, and some wild strawberries are also there. The trees are covered with bayberry hanging in the green. The season is not yet here, and in a few days, a layer of flame will slowly be dyed. Soak some salt and eat it until the mouth is sour and sweet.

Liang Chuan couldn't walk when he saw the wild-haired peach legs. He liked a few of them, one was hard peaches and the other was clams. He picked some peaches and soaked some salt water to remove the hair, and it was crispy and sweet in his mouth. The girls of Yang Xiu, Li Erhua liked to eat this kind of snack the most, so bring them some back.
Chapter completed!