The Story of a Young Man Who Traveled Through Time and Space to Farm

Chapter 7

Maybe because he was too tired last night, when Zhang Wuliang woke up in the morning, Chen Xiaonian was still sleeping soundly. He tiptoed out of the bed, put on his clothes, went out, walked to the well, rubbed his face with cold water, then took the hatchet and shoulder pole and went up the mountain.

The mountain behind Taohe Village is called Crouching Tiger Mountain, which is named because it looks like a big tiger lying down and sleeping from a distance. The mountain is high and deep, and there are abundant medicinal herbs and many birds and beasts in the depths of the mountain. Even the most experienced hunters dare not go into the mountain alone. Every year when it comes to the time to collect herbs, herbalists and hunters form a team of more than a dozen people to go together. You must be most careful when walking in the deep mountains. Otherwise, you may die if you are not careful.

However, Zhang Wuliang only went to the outer edge of the mountain to collect firewood. The tree species outside the mountain are very diverse, including pine trees, cypress trees, various fruit trees: peach, apricot, pear, kiwi, grapes and chestnuts, and many shrubs.

However, except for some evergreen trees, all other tree leaves have fallen off, and a layer of dead leaves has been spread on the ground, leaving a bare scene in front of him.

Zhang Wuliang walked in along the usual mountain road, and took a breath at this time, exhaling, refreshing his mind.

The villagers have their own way of dividing the mountains and forests in the periphery. It is clear which piece is yours and which piece is his. No one cares whether you are collecting firewood, reclaiming wasteland or planting trees in your own territory. As long as you don't run into other people's territory, of course, going inside. That is public. Zhang Wuliang spent most of the incense stick of time to walk to the top of his own mountain, and began to work with a hatchet.

Zhang Wuliang worked hard and time passed quickly. The sky gradually became brighter, and the village gradually became lively. Zhang Wuliang carried two bundles of newly cut firewood and walked home. On the way, he met a villager who was cleaning up in the yard and greeted him: "Danniu, are you going up the mountain so early?"

Zhang Wuliang smiled at him: "Yes, Aunt Cuihua also gets up very early."

"You can't sleep when you are old, unlike those bad boys in my family, who can sleep until the middle of the morning and don't know how to get up to help me with work."

"Aunt is not old, she is still young. Brother Dazhuang and his family are blessed to have a mother like you."

"You kid, you only know how to say nice things to coax an old lady like me."

"What? I'm telling the truth. Everyone knows that Aunt Cuihua is the most beautiful girl in our Taohe Village."

Zhang Wuliang saw that although she said she disliked him, she was smiling. It was obvious that she liked to hear what he said. He kept saying good things, and couldn't hide the smile on Aunt Cuihua's face.

Sure enough, no matter what era or how old a woman is, she likes to hear others praise her.

"Okay, okay, you slick talker, hurry up and leave. Your husband is waiting for you at home."

Zhang Wuliang smiled and said, "Okay, Aunt Cuihua, I'll leave first."

"Let's go." Aunt Cuihua waved at him pretending to be disgusted.

When Zhang Wuliang arrived home, Chen Xiaonian had already cooked breakfast and put it in the pot. The family had not eaten yet and were waiting for him. When they saw him coming back, they took the breakfast out of the pot and put it on the table. "Brother Zhang, you must be hungry. Come and eat."