Chapter 29: Picking Mountain Twisters
After returning home, Gao Mingcheng entered his bedroom and his eyes fell on the mat, but in the end he did not lift it.
He suddenly wanted to rely on himself to enter into meditation and concentration.
The previous two times I meditated and entered a state of concentration, I looked at the meditation diagram on the gold foil paper, and then instantly and naturally fell into it as if I was guided.
Therefore, he wondered if he could succeed in meditating and entering a state of trance on his own.
So he sat cross-legged on the bed, with his five hearts facing the sky, and began to recall the contents of the gold foil paper in his mind.
However, no matter how hard he tried to recall, he could not remember what was written on the gold foil. He tried hard for a long time but still got nothing.
"I seem to recognize those words, but why can't I remember the content?" Gao Mingcheng frowned and thought hard, but couldn't get an answer.
In the end, he could only lift the mat and take out the gold foil under the mat.
He held the gold foil to the kerosene lamp. The moment the light shone through the gold foil, a dazzling golden glow appeared. Almost instantly, Gao Mingcheng felt something in his heart and entered a state of meditation.
With the arrival of early morning, August has passed and a brand new September has arrived.
September is the beginning of autumn, but the weather is still hot despite the clear and crisp weather. Only in the morning and evening, a cool breeze blows in from the deep mountains.
Gao Mingcheng's meditation this time was shorter than last night. He woke up at around five in the morning when it was just dawn.
Gao Mingcheng felt particularly satisfied as he felt his body refreshed.
He quietly went out of the door, ran towards a flat hillside, found a suitable place, and started practicing boxing.
The sky was getting brighter and brighter, a red sun was rising in the east, and the rays of light were shining on the young man who was practicing boxing. Each of his moves was full of power, and his muscles were becoming stronger little by little.
Gao Mingcheng practiced the four-door boxing set ten times until he felt slightly tired and sweat was pouring down his body. Only then did he stop.
By this time the sky was already bright and smoke was already rising from the village at the foot of the mountain.
Gao Mingcheng did not return to the village, but continued to run into the mountains. There was some dew in the grass, which wet his trouser legs. He ran wildly in the mountains, venting his abundant energy, while looking around and listening in all directions, looking for traces of prey.
Early in the morning, pheasants and hares begin to become active. After sleeping all night, the animals begin to come out to look for food.
Gao Mingcheng had no hunting rifle, no bow and arrow, and not even a knife, so he picked up some hard stones on the ground and used them as weapons to hit his prey.
The noise of him running in the mountains startled the birds and animals, and rustling sounds were heard everywhere. He ignored the birds flying around on the branches and focused his attention on the pheasants and rabbits.
The stone in his hand shot out in one direction, with a short sound of breaking through the air, followed by a dull sound as the stone hit the target.
The stone hit the hare's head accurately, and the hare's body tilted and then fell to the ground.
After this hare suffered, other hares ran even faster and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye. Some hares hid in caves, and some hid directly in dense bushes. With the bushes as a cover, even the most skilled hunters would find it difficult to hurt them.
Gao Mingcheng was not greedy. He walked happily towards the hare that was knocked to the ground, bent down to pick it up. As a result, as he stood up, he happened to see the mountain hook on the hillside next to him.
September is the season when the mountain twisters mature, but it is only the beginning of September now. Most of the mountain twisters are red, with a few green, and only a few have fully matured and turned dark purple.
Mountain twisted fruit is the most common wild fruit eaten by children in the village. Gao Mingcheng ate it a lot when he was a child. Even adults would go into the mountains to pick the mountain twisted fruit when it is ripe.
The mature mountain twisted fruit tastes very good and can be sold at the market. Even if it cannot be sold, it can be used to make wine. Twist-shaped fruit wine is a very good kind of fruit wine. It is known as one of the "Top Ten Tonic Wines" among the people and is also a kind of fruit wine commonly consumed in their village.
Gao Mingcheng's father knew how to make wine, so there was no shortage of wine at home. Therefore, every September, his mother would take his sister into the mountains to pick mountain mulberry. The ripe ones could be eaten, while the ones that were all red but not fully ripe were suitable for making wine.
When Gao Mingcheng saw the mountain twisted apples, his hands were faster than his brain's thoughts. He reached out for the ripe mountain twisted apples and picked the fruits with ease.
The mountain raspberry looks like a mini wine glass. There is a core in the middle of the fruit, which looks like a worm. There are many seeds outside the core, but the taste is indeed extremely sweet.
Gao Mingcheng ate several mountain twisters in a row. The sweetness spread on the tip of his tongue, giving him a sweet taste and also bringing back many memories.
In the 1980s, the mountains were full of wild mulberry trees. In addition to wild mulberry trees, there were many other wild fruits. However, with the proliferation of pesticides and climate change, by 2023, the various wild fruits and vegetables in the mountains have become much less.
Gao Mingcheng in his previous life had not eaten mountain taro for a long time. Even if he went to buy it, the fruit, which is worthless now, could be sold for thirty yuan per pound in later lives, and the taste was not as good as it is now.
When Gao Mingcheng went down the mountain, he was holding a hare with a broken neck in one hand and a bag of mountain hoe in the other. His hands were empty, so where could he get the bag?
It turned out that he took off his shirt and used it to hold the mountain twister.
When I got home, my grandmother had finished her porridge and was putting the dirty clothes into the bucket, which she would take to the pond to wash.
Last time he washed the clothes carelessly, but the next day his grandmother thought they were dirty and took them to be washed again. After that, she simply told him not to wash the clothes himself anymore. After changing the dirty clothes, she would throw them aside and wait for her to wash them together the next day.
Gao Mingcheng felt a little embarrassed, but his grandmother insisted, so he agreed.
The main reason was that when he was at home, he rarely did clothes. It was his mother and sister who washed clothes for the whole family.
Accepting this favor, Gao Mingcheng secretly decided to treat his grandmother better.
"Madam, have some mountain radish." Seeing that Madam was about to go out, Gao Mingcheng hurriedly called out to her.
"Oh, are the wild rabbits ripe?" The grandmother looked into Gao Mingcheng's pocket and saw that he had brought back another wild rabbit. She couldn't help but smile.
"Well, some of them are ripe, but not many. Grandma, are you making mountain mulberry wine this year? In a few days, Gao Zhuang and I will go to the mountains to pick more." Gao Mingcheng asked.
Grandma Xi said, "Every household in our village knows how to make mountain wine. I will definitely do that too. I plan to make five kilograms of wine. Mingcheng, I heard that working on the railway is very tiring. If you have nothing to do, go home and see your father. He is not young anymore. Don't let him get too tired. Besides, he can still make money by making wine."
After all, my grandmother is the elder and she really hopes that everyone can have a harmonious family.
(End of this chapter)
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