After three days of trouble, Song Wen's diarrhea improved.

Somehow, he was all black and smelly. Sometimes even a layer of fishy dirt will be discharged from his skin. It takes at least ten times to wash it clean. Moreover, his body was so weak after taking the tonic prescribed by Song Mingde, it would be better.

When he woke up early this morning, he found that his stomach no longer had the urge to have diarrhea a few days ago, and his body did not feel as weak as he felt. Instead, he felt much stronger, and his body was filled with a warm current, as if he had endless energy.

This made him wonder whether diarrhea these days would be the result of the legendary hair removal and marrow removal and toxin removal. If this is true, the water in Ruyi Fan would be an amazing treasure.

Thinking of Ruyi Fan, Song Wen realized that he hadn't seen the fan for several days.

He had diarrhea these days, so he had no energy to look at it. When he remembered it, he quickly started looking for it. He remembered that he seemed to have put the fan on the head of the bed, why did it disappear? His room was always cleaned by himself. His mother, sister-in-law, and nephew usually didn't come in. Where would he go? Why couldn't he find it? Is it impossible to be stolen? If someone wants to steal more expensive things, how could he steal a broken fan? Besides, the village has never heard of anyone who has lost anything.

Where did Ruyi Fan go? Ruyi Fan, Ruyi Fan, come out! Song Wen was thinking in his heart while burying his head to look for the fan.

Unexpectedly, when the Ruyi Fan suddenly appeared in his hand as he thought, Song Wen was suddenly shocked, his face full of disbelief.

What's going on? Why did Ruyi Fan suddenly run into his hand? Could it be that this thing is actually a treasure that the legendary Suxinruyi wants to appear and it will not appear, and it will not appear? It's too irritating? Song Wen couldn't believe it, but he had some hope. Since it could appear automatically, how could it disappear automatically? As soon as this thought moved, Ruyi Fan disappeared from his hand instantly and disappeared.

He was stunned. After trying it over and over again, he finally confirmed that Ruyi Fan could appear and disappear as he wished. As for where he went after the disappearance, it was unknown.

What about the bronze mirror? Could it be that the bronze mirror is also a treasure, which can appear suddenly like a Ruyi Fan.

At this time, Song Wen found that the bronze mirror was gone, so he greedily wondered if the bronze mirror was a treasure like the Ruyi Fan.

As soon as the thought fell, the bronze mirror suddenly appeared in his hand, but the bronze mirror seemed to have an inexplicable change, and the light was hidden and seemed unusual.

Looking at the bronze mirror, I don’t know what the use of this mirror is? I thought I could not just be a mirror that looks at my face, right?

Thinking of it, Song Wen looked into the mirror, but saw an amazing scene. What appeared in the mirror was not his face, but his mother Chen Xiuhui was busy in the kitchen. She was weird. For some reason, she wanted to continue watching, but suddenly she became dizzy and fell to the ground, unconscious.

I don’t know how long it took, but in a daze, the sound of my mother calling him to eat came from my ears. He responded in a daze and fainted again.

When he woke up again, he found that he was lying on the floor, and the bronze mirror in his hand had disappeared. He couldn't help but think of the strange scene in the morning. He shivered without realizing it, and he felt a little furious in his heart. He didn't dare to take the bronze mirror out to see it again.

At this time, the sun was already rising outside. I looked at the clock next to me. It was almost ten o'clock, so I quickly went to brush my teeth and wash my face.

When I came outside, the house was empty, and my mother probably went to the field. He planted some sweet potatoes at home, maybe they were going to dig them, and the eldest sister-in-law should have brought her nephew with me, or she would have gone out to find someone to play.

The meal was on the table, and Song Wen finished the meal and walked up the mountain.

These days, his father has been digging bamboo shoots on the mountain. The day before yesterday, he heard that Song Wen had diarrhea and ran back, but when he saw that he had nothing to do, he went up the mountain again.

There are several hills in his bamboo forest. When digging bamboo shoots, they usually do several times to dig, otherwise they can't be dug at once, and there are also benefits to digging bamboo shoots in batches, that is, there are bamboo shoots sold every day. When digging bamboo shoots, his father Song Yuanshui usually lives on the mountain to avoid running back and forth. There is a wooden house on the mountain, which has a pot, stove and water. You can cook with some rice and meat, and there are vegetables and fields, so you don't have to worry.

The road leading to his bamboo forest is a dirt road in the mountains that allows two people to walk. It is bumpy and bumpy. If it rains, it will be even more muddy and difficult to walk.

Nowadays, bamboo shoots are very expensive, so the villagers have grown bamboo.

Along the way, I saw green in my eyes, and the bamboos were paved and erected like gentlemen, standing proudly among them. The mountain wind blew, the leaves swayed, making rustling sounds, giving people a sense of ethereality and subtle artistic conception.

Walking through the rugged mountain road, a small lake appeared in front of you, with clear and green waters.

At the end of the small lake is the mountain wall. A small waterfall made of mountains and rivers constantly rushes down the mountain wall, crashing into the lake, making a crisp sound of ding dong dong.

There is a small wooden house by the lake. Song Wen saw his father peeling bamboo shoots in front of the wooden house.

Bamboo shoots are tender and delicious if they don’t emerge from the ground. They are a bit bitter if they appear green on the ground. Therefore, the bamboo shoots that appear on the ground cannot be sold, so they can only be left to be marinated into sour bamboo shoots or dried bamboo shoots. They can also be sold at that time, but the price is lower.

Behind the wooden house is the bamboo forest, which is a vast sea of ​​bamboo. From a distance, the wind blows and bamboos, and there is an indescribable poetic and picturesque feeling. In addition, this clear and blue lake, a small waterfall made of mountains and rivers, and a stream flowing by the lake are like a flowing landscape painting.

At this moment, Song Wen suddenly had the urge to build a house here and live for the rest of his life.

The stream in front of the wooden house is about ten meters wide. To reach the wooden house, you have to flow through the stream. With the boundary line of this stream, there is the area of ​​your own bamboo forest.

Under the water of this section of the stream where the lake water flows into the stream, there is a flat boulder. The stream water flows on it, only half a height of its calf, and people can walk on it. So Song Wen took off his shoes and walked over.

"dad."

"Why are you here? Is your stomach better?" Song Yuanshui looked up and asked when he saw his son coming.

"It's already done."

Song Wen responded, his eyes fell on his father's forehead, and there were three deep wrinkles. Song Wen felt guilty for no reason. For several years, he had been wandering outside all day long, and he had only his dreams and his pursuits, but he ignored the fact that his parents at home got old day by day. It was a bit in vain to be a son.

Seeing that there were still a pile of bamboo shoots next to him, he went to the house to take out a stool and sat on the side to help his father peel the bamboo shoots.

After the bamboo shoots are peeled, they must be cooked in salt water and then put them in a clean bucket to seal them. After a while, the bamboo shoots will naturally become sour. Even if the sour bamboo shoots are made, they can be sold on the market.

"Dad, the road ahead is so small, why don't you make it bigger?" Song Wen asked while peeling the shells of bamboo shoots.

"What's the point of making it so big? Two years ago, your brother said he wanted to dig a road and said that the car could drive in, so he didn't have to carry bamboo shoots out so hard. But later he calculated that it cost tens of thousands, and I refused. If I had that money, I might as well put it in the bank to earn interest."

"Dad, you can't say that, money will become thinner if you put it in the bank. You still have to drive this road, and you can't always use burdens. It's so hard. Let's do this. I'll ask a digger to dig tomorrow and build a house here. Seeing that the broken house is leaking and air leaking, I don't know how you live."

"What is the purpose of building a house? It's not uninhabitable for homes. Besides, there are no people here for a long time, so it's just a little while when digging bamboo shoots. It doesn't have to be so troublesome, why should I spend that money?"

Song Yuanshui is a person who has suffered, so he is very frugal in using money. Sometimes he would rather work harder than spend more money.

"Dad, I won't go out when I come back this time. I want to build a house here. The air here is so good. Besides, there is no need to build a building, just build a few tiled houses."

Song Wen knew that his parents loved him the most, so he dared to say that. If it were his brother, his father would probably be glaring at him and scolding again.

When Song Yuanshui heard that his son was not leaving, somehow, did not say anything.

After a while, he said, "If you want to do it, just do it. Anyway, these home businesses are yours in the future, and you can do whatever you want."

As the saying goes, the son inherits his father's business. His eldest son has made a fortune in business in recent years and no longer looks down on his family business. He hopes that his youngest son will inherit it. He hears that his son doesn't go out, so he will let him do it. Anyway, this family business belongs to him sooner or later, so he will do whatever he wants.
Chapter completed!