He placed the vegetable rake against a pine tree and walked to a bush, because there were many wild fruits he was familiar with on the bush - hawthorns.
Xiao Yu picked one without hesitation, wiped it casually, and ate it.
It seemed to be autumn in the mountains, so hawthorns were in season. Although the fruit was much smaller than the oversized hawthorns seen in the market, the sour and sweet taste was familiar to him from childhood.
I remember that every time my parents went up the mountain to collect firewood, they would bring back some hawthorns and string them together like rosary beads. As children, our favorite thing to do was to compare whose rosary beads were bigger, and whose rosary beads had the biggest "mountain fruit".
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Xiao Yu picked all the big hawthorns from a large bunch of hawthorn trees before leaving. In addition to hawthorns, he also saw several chestnuts, walnuts and wild dates in the woods after searching carefully. These were all wild fruits that he could find in the mountains when he was a child.
Xiao Yu didn't like chestnuts very much, so even if they were scattered all over the floor, he didn't bother to bend over. But he liked walnuts, whether they were raw or roasted with five spices.
The main reason is because it nourishes the brain.
For a novelist, brains are very important. So even if he is stingy, he will buy himself several kilograms of walnuts every month during the walnut season.
It’s just that walnuts in the capital are too expensive. One pound of walnuts is equivalent to several pounds in his hometown.
But he doesn't like buying them online, so after every New Year holiday, he has to go through a lot of trouble to bring more than ten pounds of walnuts from his hometown to the capital to eat.
He also brought along pickled vegetables from his hometown. It was just after the Lunar New Year, and the weather was cold in both the north and the south. He could eat pickled vegetables and stir-fried meat with sesame oil for a month or two.
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"Hey, there are actually fields?" Xiao Yu leaped through the mountains and forests and came to a place that looked like a valley. The valley was very large, with an estimated area of several hundred acres. What was more important was that the valley was actually full of mature rice.
Xiao Yu: ...
Xiao Yu felt as if the scene before his eyes overlapped with his memory.
He seemed to have seen this rice field before.
Thinking of the vegetable rake, he followed his vague memory and walked in a certain direction. Sure enough, after walking more than a hundred meters, he saw a rock and a gurgling spring flowing from somewhere in the rock.
In a very distant memory, when he was a child, he followed his mother to the mountains which were several hours away from his home. At that time, he heard that the mountains were closed and it was no longer allowed to collect firewood in the mountains. However, in places like theirs, most families still burned firewood.
The only memory he had was of that time when he went to the distant mountains with his mother to collect firewood.
At noon, because the water they brought was finished, his mother and the neighbor woman who came with them brought him and another little kid here to drink water.
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