The mountain that Mengzi often goes to is the back mountain where the people of Wangjia Village go to pick wild vegetables.
Houshan is the abbreviation of "There is a mountain behind the house" by the people of Wangjia Village. Houshan was originally named Daqingshan. Wangjia Village is in the south of the mountain. There is a river and several farmlands between Zhoujia Village and Wangjia Village.
The only place where hunters can go hunting nearby is Daqing Mountain.
Mengzi didn't go into the mountains through Wangjia Village, but chose a less crowded path. After all, going up the mountain to hunt meant competing with the people of Wangjia Village for food.
In the afternoon, Mengzi shot two pheasants, a gray rabbit, and caught several small birds. It wasn't a bad harvest. He hurried down the mountain and went around to Old Lady Feng's house.
"Grandma Feng, are you at home? I'll bring you some game." Mengzi put the other things outside and carried a pheasant in.
"It's nothing good. I just caught some game. I'll bring you a pheasant."
It was dinner time, and the Feng family was eating. Tonight's main dish was still multi-grain shepherd's purse dumplings.
Mengzi couldn't help but sniff. What was that smell? It was delicious. Although he had roasted a few birds in the mountains, Mengzi was tall and strong, and he had been in the mountains for most of the day. He was now hungry.
"Hey, Mengzi! Come and have dinner!" Old Mrs. Feng habitually invited Mengzi to come for dinner.
If someone comes to your house at dinner time, you must invite them to dinner.
Mengzi swallowed his saliva and waved his hand, "No, no, I'll just get you a pheasant."
Food is in short supply these days. Who would be so shameless as to eat at someone else's house for free?
Old Lady Feng didn't want Mengzi's things: "It's not easy for you either. Your wife just had a baby, and it's time to make money. Take it back quickly!"
Mengzi said nothing, tied the chicken's legs and threw it into the yard.
He sniffed the fragrance in the air again and couldn't help asking, "Grandma Feng, what are your team eating? Why does it smell so good?"
Actually, it doesn’t smell good. To be more precise, it smells delicious. I swallowed my saliva several times.
"Shepherd's purse!" Lotus came out with the shepherd's purse dumpling, "This is it!"
Mengzi looked over and saw an ordinary cornmeal and shepherd's purse dumpling.
Mrs. Feng thought of Mengzi's wife, hesitated for a moment and said, "Lotus, pack two for Mengzi and let his wife try them."
Mengzi subconsciously refused again.
"Don't refuse. I'll take your pheasant. Giving you two shepherd's purse dumplings is nothing. Besides, these fresh wild vegetables are best eaten by your wife."
Mengzi's wife was injured during childbirth, and some of the medicines that Old Lady Feng prescribed for her had been specially processed. Otherwise, under the current conditions, Mengzi's wife would still be able to survive.
There were only three shepherd's purse dumplings left, and Lianhua was not stingy. She wrapped them all in oil paper and gave them to Mengzi.
Mengzi thanked him again and again and then went home.
He took the road behind Wangjia Village and smelled the unique fragrance of shepherd's purse all the way.
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