The daily life of the fortune teller who was forced to open business

They spent a few more days in City B, and after trying all the famous restaurants in Nanshi, they were finally willing to leave.

It's hard to say about other things in City B, but the sheep scorpion is really unique. Nanshi ate the sheep scorpion for three days in a row, and it directly made him angry. A layer of skin formed on the edge of his lips, and two or three sores appeared in his mouth. When they got on the plane, they grinned and put down the medicine to reduce the fire.

This flight was a direct flight to Yun Province. Nan Shi and Chi You were unwilling to get up early in the morning to catch the plane, so they only set off in the afternoon. Nan Shi looked at the dazzling sunlight outside with some regret, and silently He drew the curtains.

After the group got off the plane, they were taken directly to a Zhuangzi in the mountains around Kun City.

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He knew, how could Steward Zhou's so-called house in Kunming City be a simple self-built small building?Looking at the garden-like mansion in front of him, Nan Shi was able to accept it without blushing or panting.

Chi You's hobby is still the same as before. As long as the area is large enough, the layout and decoration must be similar to the house in S City. You don't need to ask about Nanshi, just go directly to the southwest, and it must be his residence. The dry place next to his room is Chi You's residence.

Halfway through Nanshi, he suddenly looked a little complicated - if according to Feng Shui, Qian is the father and Kun is the mother, logically he should live in the Zhengdong position, which is the representative of the eldest son.

Oh yes... I remembered.

It seems that when he returned home from work, he had to go to Chi You to hand in his homework every day, but he was so frightened by Qinglan. According to the scale of his family, it would take about 3 minutes to walk from the east to the northwest. After soaking for a long time, I changed my residence, so I only need to walk for two or three minutes to reach Chi You's yard.

Now that I think about it... Well, Nan Shi was so sweet by himself!hapiness!

Looking at the familiar scenery, Nan Shi fell into the bed, took a deep breath of the familiar aroma, lay down for a long time before he got up in the mood to wash and eat.

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"Uncle! Walk slowly!" Nan Shi leaned on a trekking pole and followed an old man panting like a cow.

Didn't he want to go up the mountain to pick mushrooms?So the family quickly arranged for him a local fungus picker, who pulled Nanshi out of bed at four o'clock in the morning and sent him halfway up the mountain.

"If you keep going, the slow bacteria will be gone!" The old man shook his head, urging: "Hurry up! It rained all night last night, there must be a head in my chicken fir nest! If you don't go, someone will snatch it!"

Nan Shi licked his dry lips. There was a little angel on his left shoulder, and he was saying: [Stir-fried chicken fir, fried chicken fir, chicken fir chicken soup...Come on, keep going, you can do it! ]

The little devil on the right shoulder said: [He is right!Climb up in a hurry! ]

Nan Shi took a deep breath, and then looked up to see that the old man was already waiting for him. Seeing that he was following him, the old man swung the sickle in his hand to the side, and the sharp sickle would cut off the dense branches, revealing He came to a small path that could hardly be seen as a path: "Go this way!"

Nan Shi hurriedly followed, used his trekking stick to uncover the leaves of the tree and walked in. Yun Sheng had a lot of insects and snakes. Before Nan Shi came out, Qing Lan sprayed them with snake repellent potion, but the old man said no. No matter how it works, you still have to bring trekking poles with you. When you walk, touch the bushes and branches more often, so as not to provoke you. , What can the deworming potion be used for?

Just as he was thinking about it, Nan Shi's footsteps stopped and abruptly stopped in mid-air. He didn't know why he stopped, but he had a premonition telling him, don't fucking step on it, bad luck!

The old man was taken aback, and then his trekking pole was placed not far from Nan Shi's feet, and a snake that looked fancy was thrown out, and the old man said cursingly: "What's wrong this year, there are so many snakes on the mountain! "

He also told Nan Shi: "Don't walk around blindly, you'd better follow in my footsteps!"

"Okay, okay." Nan Shi quickly responded, the old man opened the way ahead, picking up something from time to time, if Nan Shi hadn't been warned by Qingying in advance, he really thought he had fallen into some kind of snake den .

The two walked along the path for about three minutes. Nan Shi's eyes lit up. A fungus with a canopy the size of a washbasin was standing at the foot of a tree. Stupid, he also knows what the chicken fir looks like, unless the chicken fir becomes a sperm, it is absolutely impossible to be so big.

Of course the old man saw it too, he led Nan Shi forward, and when he got closer, he could see clearly that the fungus was not all white, its canopy was taupe, they just saw the white because the fungus had grown too much, The umbrella cover was turned up a bit, which made it look white.

The old man fiddled with the fungus with his trekking pole, and white powder fell from the thick pole of the fungus, and he explained: "Did you see it wearing a skirt? There are rings, powder, this kind of can't eat."

Nan Shi also fiddled with the alpenstock, and asked curiously, "Is this the kind that makes you see villains when you eat it?"

"Hey." The old man twitched his lips, "I don't know if I can see the villain, but I should be able to see your ancestors."

That's what it means to eat and die.

Nan Shi resentfully put down his trekking stick, and was about to walk away, when he saw the old man stepped forward and broke the fungus, and then led him to go on, the old man said as he walked, "This kind of poisonous seeing If you’re going to step on it, remind others not to pick it.”

Nan Shi felt that the thing looked poisonous at first glance: "Someone will pick it up and eat it if it looks like this?"

"There are always people who are not afraid of death." The old man said without turning his head: "In the past few years, it has been developed, and there are many tourists during the rainy season. It seems to be this time last year? A group of young people went to the mountains to pick mushrooms without bringing I caught people, picked them indiscriminately, roasted and ate them when I was hungry, everyone was in the mountains, no one knew when they were in a coma, and it was only when they died that they found them.”

Nan Shi murmured: "This is really unlucky!"

"Isn't it!" The old man was talking, and suddenly his pace quickened: "Here! Look ahead! Over there! Did you see it?!"

Nan Shi also ran over, and saw dozens of off-white fungi sprouting from a small duanpi, their canopies were not open, and their heads were still in an oval shape, the old man smiled and said: "It's just in time! "

When the chicken fir is the best, it is in this state just emerging from the soil. If the umbrella is opened, it will not be as delicious at this time. Of course, this kind of chicken fir is also the most expensive.

The old man took off the pannier, took out a small shovel from it and handed it to Nan Shi: "Dig from the side of it, it's about this deep..."

The old man made a gesture: "It's almost the same, no matter how deep it is, it won't taste good."

"Success." Nan Shi replied happily, and the cat started digging at the side. The newly grown chicken fir felt tender and springy, and it was quite easy to pinch. Nan Shi poked the mushroom head and saw it shake Shake couldn't help laughing, and began to dig seriously.

Who knows that the root system of this thing grows nine turns and eighteen turns, and when Nan Shi went down with two shovels, the chicken fir was cut off by Lanyao.He looked at the old man innocently with a super short piece of chicken fir, the old man swallowed silently, pointed at the edge of the fir that was a little out of shape and said: "Go dig that."

Nan Shi: "...OK."

Food can't be spoiled!

It took the two of them more than half an hour to pack the piece of chicken fir into the backpack, and the main task of this trip was completed, the old man pointed to the deeper part: "Can you still crawl? If you can crawl, let’s go down there, there are a lot of bacteria on that road.”

"The porcini mushrooms over there are pretty good, and they're good to fry!"

Nan Shi: "Let's go!"

The old man smiled, and led him to continue walking deep. Sure enough, within two steps, the old man stopped, leaned over and pulled out a gray-white fungus from the haystack: "Taste it!"

Nan Shi took it over, and asked hesitantly, "Is this how you want to eat?"

"Just eat it like this! You can wash it with water if you think it's dirty."

Hearing this, Nan Shi took a bottle of mineral spring book out of his backpack and rinsed it. Seeing that there was no dust on it, he took a bite carefully. As soon as he took it in, his eyes widened: "...Hey?"

Raw mushrooms have a smell of grass and trees, which is common sense in Nanshi, but this one is completely different. It is very tender in the mouth, and it feels a bit bursting. When you bite it, it is full of sweet juice. With an extremely strong aroma of mushrooms, Nan Shi looked down at the little crescent he just bit open, and saw that milky white juice was constantly condensing from the wound.

"What is this? It's delicious!" Nan Shi also stuffed the remaining half into his mouth. The old man looked at him very delicately, with some faint complacency and pride in his eyes. He smiled: "Lactoma, it tastes better when it's baked."

Nan Shi's mind is full of shopping at the moment.

This fungus simply focused its growth value on Chi You's hobby.

Buy a little more and go back to eat with his senior brother!

The old man walked forward leisurely with Nan Shi: "It's fine if you haven't eaten it before. It's not that we mountain people can't eat the really delicious ones. The fungus won't taste that good after it's dried!"

The old man took two steps and then stopped. He led Nan Shi into the haystack beside him. When he opened the haystack, there were three or four palm-sized mushrooms growing inside: "Boletes are here!"

Nan Shi's eyes brightened: "Can this also be eaten directly?"

The old man: "Yes, yes, but you'd better eat at the entrance of the hospital, so as not to be rescued in time."

Nan Shi: "...you just tell me it's poisonous?"

"It's fine once it's cooked." The old man said, and walked in.

Nan Shi felt a bad feeling the first moment he lifted his foot. He quickly wanted to step forward to hold the old man, but he didn't expect that the old man's foot had already landed, and his whole body suddenly sank in!

Nan Shi didn't have time to let go of his hand for a while, so he was thrown down with him!

He immediately hugged his head, the mountain was covered with thick humus, rolling a few laps was fine, but it would not be so wonderful if he hit a tree trunk or a rock—that is, he fell off the chair and hit his head Time can kill you, not to mention that this is a mountain anyway.

After a whirlwind, Nan Shi's back hit a tree trunk. Fortunately, he had a backpack behind him, so it didn't hurt very much. He quickly got up and looked around: "Uncle—Uncle, where are you?"

He looked up and saw that the place they stepped on just now had a landslide, and the soil below couldn't bear the weight of a person. It might be because of the rain yesterday, so they just rolled down like this.

"Uncle—!" Nan Shi yelled again, and suddenly heard someone answer from the grass ditch not far away: "Here it is..."

Nan Shi ran over in a hurry, but the old man had already patted the dirt on his body and crawled out: "Fortunately, it was covered with haystacks, baby, are you injured?"

"No, uncle, are you not injured?"

"It's okay." The old man waved his hand, then raised his hand and put it in front of Nan Shi. Only then did Nan Shi realize that the other party was still holding a thick boletus stalk in his hand, and the umbrella cover on it was broken. The old man laughed and said, "Half my life wasted, we have to eat this fungus at noon!"

Nan Shi: I have seen it today!

This is the real foodie!