An Yinong was stunned for a moment, then looked over but saw nothing. He didn’t know what to say anymore, this feeling was weird and surprising. The only thing that could be confirmed was that the being had good intentions towards him.
He tried to recall, pulling out his memory and identifying it frame by frame: “Is that the one by the bridge?” He has been here for so long, and this was the only thing he had done that could be called a good deed.
The wind whined in the valley, but no one responded.
“I don’t know who you are, but I want to thank you.” He clasped his hands and said to the valley.
After calming down a little, An Yinong walked inside. He saw a large piece of kudzu. If the roots were dug out and made into kudzu powder, it would weigh at least ten or twenty kilograms.
In addition, he also followed the bees and discovered a hollow tree trunk that had long been used as a nest by bees, and it was filled with fan-shaped honeycombs.
“Is this a gift from nature?” An Yinong’s eyes glowed green.
That day he only dug up part of the kudzu root and picked a lot of unripe green persimmons.
The next day he came with gauze hats, jars, sickles and other items. He took away countless hives, honey, and bee pupae, leaving a hive for the bees where the queen bee lived. The queen bee was still there, and the bee population was still there. An Yinong blessed the queen bee and kept her healthy.
He brought back the bee pupae and roasted them for eating, and separated the honeycomb and honey into two jars.
An Yinong, who had never eaten insects or anything related to insects, ate this high-protein food for the first time: “First it was locusts, and then it was bee pupae. Maybe I can try roasting cicada pupae or frying scorpions in the future.” Sprinkle it with salt and it will be so fragrant that the system next door will cry.
When he came back on the third day, he held a bucket of water, plucked all the fruits from the persimmon tree, and poured a full bucket of water on the persimmon tree. As for the kudzu root, one-fifth was left for reproduction, and the rest was dug up. One can’t eat too much of kudzu root powder, but no matter what, it’s better than tree bark and Guanyin soil.
After moving the things back, An Yinong bought incense sticks and wrapped a piece of prepared multigrain cake in paper. He found the unmarked grave that had been erected on the dry river.
An Yinong went around the village and no one told him who had drowned in the river, so he still didn’t know the person’s name.
“I didn’t believe this before, but now I have to believe it.”
Three lit incense sticks were placed on the grave, and a paper bag was placed next to it. There was a multigrain cake and a persimmon in the paper bag. An Yinong bowed and left.
He didn’t notice that after he turned around, the three sticks of incense suddenly burned crazily, burning to the roots in the blink of an eye. The smoke from the incense floated into the air, vaguely revealing the appearance of a smiling woman.
An Yinong went home to deal with the persimmons. The persimmon tree was really a survival tree for the poor. During the famine years, this tree brought hope to countless people, and now it also brought hope to An Yinong.
Green persimmons could be peeled to make persimmon cakes. Ripe persimmons could be eaten by yourself or sold, although they won’t cost much.
However, honey and beeswax were valuable. After processing the persimmons, he pushed his wheelbarrow to the county. The county was very far from their village. He set out at 4 or 5 o’clock and arrived at 8 or 9 o’clock. His shoes were worn out all the way.
But if he took the stuff to the county, he could sell it for a few cents more. The county was larger than the town, and the city gates were all tall and flat. But looking at it, the situation of ordinary residents here was no better than that in the town.
Their clothes were brighter than those in the town, their faces were still sallow, and they touched their bellies from time to time.
There were no fewer beggars here than in the town. They were all huddled in the corner, or lying on the ground dying, or stretching out a pair of dark hands when they saw someone, like scars in the county. Looking at those skinny beggars, An Yinong seemed to see people starving all over the place in a few months.
This famine affected more than just one village, town or county. There were countless casualties among those fleeing the famine, and the people left behind also had their own sorrows.
After asking passers-by, he went to the street where dignitaries lived and shouted at the back door, “Honey for sale, fresh honey from hundreds of flowers.” I shouted all morning and no one answered.
Just when his mouth was dry and he began to hesitate whether to sell the restaurant, a house finally opened the door.
“Honey seller, come here.”
An Yinong immediately walked over and said, “Master, this is pure nectar from hundreds of flowers. I climbed many mountains to find this small amount.”
“Let me check, is it not mixed with syrup?”
“Where can I?” An Yinong opened the jar and scooped some out with a wooden spoon. “You try it? A person like you has used so many good things. How can I deceive you with bad things?”
He smiled, and there was no trace of the modern singer who was once sought after by thousands of people. He was completely an ordinary young man from ancient times who was running for life.
The system was so sad that it turned away: its host should have been standing on the stage, shining brightly.
An Yinong, who had always been able to take it and put it down, didn’t think it was a big deal. He was still promoting his own honey.
Two and a half kilograms of honey was finally sold for three and a half taels of silver. The manager saw that the honey was good and smiled and said that the honey can be used as snacks, as the young master at home has no appetite recently.
At that moment, his mood was a little complicated. He was living here while others were still criticizing the quality of life.
However, An Yinong quickly calmed down, and with three and a half taels of silver, he couldn’t hide the smile on his face: With this extra money, there will be an extra layer of security for the future.
An Yinong went to buy grain, and the price of grain had risen again. Originally, one tael of silver could buy sixty catties, but now two taels of silver could buy fifty catties, including miscellaneous grains and old grains.
The supply was still in short supply, and An Yinong was almost squeezed out by people buying grain. As for the beeswax, he sold it to the drug store and returned it directly in exchange for various pills and ointments.
On the way back, An Yinong happened to meet a fur merchant from the north selling skins, so he bought some worthless sheepskin scraps and a piece of gray rabbit skin with one tael of silver.
They were all scraps of fur. The rabbit skin could be used as a hat, the small sheepskin could be made into a vest and kneepads, and the two large pieces could be used as a pair of snow boots. He also asked the merchant for some leather ropes, which were most suitable for sewing leather clothes.
After pushing the wheelbarrow back along the path, An Yinong waited for a while, waited until dark before entering the village, and then unloaded the grain and leather.
He took out the bag given by the village chief, scooped out about five kilograms of broken rice, and then returned the grain to the village chief under the cover of night: “I was lucky yesterday and encountered a swarm of bees. This is what I give back to you.”
The village chief looked at the five kilograms of broken rice and said, “That’s too much.”
“It’s not much. The grain borrowed by my uncle was a big help.” An Yinong handed the bag containing the grain to the village chief’s daughter-in-law, “Just accept it, the child needs to eat it too.”
Everyone in the house watched eagerly, and the village chief also accepted the food since he knew there was almost no food in the house.
He patted An Yinong on the shoulder: “Don’t tell anyone about the honey. Someone’s house was robbed in the village today. More than ten kilograms of noodles were stolen, but no one was caught.”
Now that the situation is getting worse, the village chief sighed: “Originally, we were all looking forward to the arrival of new grains, but now… ugh.”
An Yinong returned home, and before he could untie his coat and take a breath, Mary sent an invitation, inviting him to heal the parrot with an injured wing at home. He was hungry, so he naturally agreed without hesitation.
He went to the farm where nothing had changed except the environment. There was a cockatoo in the living room with a piece of its wing cut off, and it was looking at him with its head tilted.
An Yinong stretched out his hand to jerk off, but was dodged.
He didn’t care and applied a ‘health halo’ to the cockatoo, but it didn’t work. Only then did An Yinong remember that his health aura could only treat minor wounds and had no way to deal with such mutilated limbs.
“Hmm…” He thought for a moment, then simply cleaned the shaved wing tips, plucked out some of the feathers, and then asked Mary for needle and thread. After soaking in alcohol, he manually sewed them.
The immobilized parrot cursed loudly, but the cruel An Yinong remained unmoved. He doesn’t know if it’s the effect of the golden finger. He didn’t have the realism of sewing animal limbs, although there would be blood when the needle passed through.
After everything was sewn, he tried using the ‘Health Aura’. At this time, only a ‘ding’ sound was heard, and a very mechanical voice came out: The health aura has been upgraded to a ‘healing aura’, and the ‘beautiful aura’ was unlocked at the same time.
Could this thing be upgraded? An Yinong subconsciously used the ‘healing halo’ on the broken wings. The light flashed at the parrot’s wound. After three seconds, the cotton thread fell off. No trace of injury could be seen at the wing joint. The parrot also stopped calling. He tilted his head to look at his wings.
“Except for the plucked feathers, it is no different from before.” The strengthened ‘healing aura’ could be called a miracle.
Driven by curiosity, An Yinong also used the ‘beautiful halo’ on the parrot. The feathers at the wound of the cockatoo grew back in, and they grew straight quickly, and the color of the overall feathers was much brighter.
“Wow, my Lilith has not only fully recovered her health, but has also become even more beautiful.” The owner Mary was very satisfied, and she excitedly held the parrot in her hands and kissed her.
In order to thank An Yinong, today’s dinner was especially rich. In addition to his own food, he also brought a paper bag of French baguettes, weighing about two kilograms. But the biggest surprise today was still the upgraded ‘healing halo’.
In order to test its effect, An Yinong found a knife and cut a three-centimetre long wound on his arm.
“Hiss.” Blood flowed down immediately.
Enduring the pain, he used the ‘healing halo’. The light flowed on the wound, the pain eased, and finally disappeared. When the light passed, the wound on the arm was gone, leaving only a little blood. An Yinong looked at it, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and then raised again.
The famine situation became more and more serious, and more and more people entered the mountains. As a result, a group of people alarmed a wild boar family in the mountains. This hungry group of wild boars went down the mountain and rushed into Tianjia Village.
Seven ran down, three were killed and four escaped. Seven villagers were injured. Fortunately, they were all flesh wounds, and they only needed two days to recover. When they heard that a wild boar had been killed, the villagers ran out of their homes to watch.
The wild boar on the ground was also very thin, but no matter how thin it was, it still weighed dozens of kilograms of meat. The wild boar hunters gathered around the dead pigs, as happy as if they were celebrating the New Year.
“Those who beat the pigs get the best meat, and others can also get some of the offal and bones.” The village chief made this decision, and no one thought it was inappropriate.
“Wait!” Suddenly a dozen thugs with machetes came over, followed by a skinny middle-aged man, “These wild boars ran down the mountain. Isn’t that mountain our family’s mountain? Then these pigs, It’s our pig.”
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