Jiang Nuan fully supported her sons' decision. After giving them some spare change from collecting cabbages, she casually told them she wouldn't be home for lunch and left.
Once outside the village, taking advantage of the absence of others, he quickly wrapped himself up tightly. Then, carrying a basket on his back and a woodcutter's knife, he headed straight for the back of the mountain.
The hills behind Huangjiakou are quite low, only a little over 100 meters high, and are mainly used for cutting firewood and digging for wild vegetables. They are not dangerous. However, the hills get higher and higher as you go further back, and the number of wild animals increases, making them particularly dangerous.
Even if she had the space, Jiang Nuan didn't think she had the ability to venture into the deep mountains; she just wanted to go to a slightly deeper place to take a look.
On the way, you might occasionally encounter a woman carrying a bamboo basket and wearing a headscarf. People would see her from afar and immediately give her a wide berth, without having to worry about explaining why they went up the mountain.
Although it saved me a lot of trouble, I still felt really upset.
February was still a bit chilly. The lush greenery on the mountains proclaimed the vitality of spring.
Climb step by step, resting when you get tired, and before you know it, you've gone a little deeper.
"Strange," Jiang Nuan muttered to herself, "There are no roe deer, no wild boars, and why are there no rabbits or chickens either? Where did they all go?"
Just then, a rustling sound came from over there.
Jiang Nuan brandished her wood-chopping knife and crept quietly toward the sound, where she saw a pheasant flapping its wings.
Seeing this, without thinking, Jiang Nuan threw the wood-chopping knife in her hand over.
With a thud, the machete fell to the ground, but the chicken had vanished without a trace.
Jiang Nuan touched her nose and murmured, "I'm still a little lacking in strength."
The aim was good, but it missed the pheasant.
Just as I was about to give up, I saw the panicked pheasant flutter into the thorn bushes, getting tangled tighter and tighter...
"Why does this scene look so familiar?" Jiang Nuan felt like she had seen this scene before, but after thinking about it carefully, she couldn't remember.
Walking into the thicket of thorns, I took a machete and started hitting the pheasant hard. Before long, the pheasant was silent.
After poking the pheasant with her knife and finding nothing, she put it into her basket.
Having caught a pheasant, Jiang Nuan became arrogant and started running around with a machete, hoping to hunt more prey.
However, after searching for most of the day, they didn't even encounter a single rabbit.
"It's already good enough to get a pheasant for free," Jiang Nuan comforted herself. "Anyway, I didn't come here to hunt."
It was still cold on the mountain, and various snakes, insects, and rodents were not very active. Jiang Nuan was not in a deep mountain forest, so there was no danger. She put the basket into her space and began to look around.
Walking to the foot of a bare tree, she murmured uncertainly, "Is this a chestnut tree?"
I ate a lot of roasted chestnuts, but I only saw a few pictures of chestnut trees.
Using a machete to poke through the thick layer of leaves, I discovered that there were indeed many chestnuts buried on the ground.
Some had already been vomited up, some had been eaten, and occasionally you could see a sprouting one. Less than half of them were intact, yet they filled an entire sack.
There were four or five more trees like that nearby.
"It's all money," Jiang Nuan suddenly thought.
Whether it's roasted chestnuts or chestnut cakes, it's a profitable business.
Moreover, she hasn't seen anyone selling them yet.
Jiang Nuan happily piled the chestnuts in her storage space before reluctantly descending the mountain.
On her way down the mountain, she saw a clump of yams and dug for a while before continuing on her way.
I walked and stopped along the way, and by the time I got home, it was already dusk.
Just as they called for someone to open the door, Huang Laoda's anxious voice came from inside the courtyard, "Mother, you're finally back! Brother Han has been waiting all day."
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