Chapter 59 Chapter 59 I am so happy to harvest the five-spiritual fat too early!
The lynx glanced at the orange-footed flying squirrel under its claws, then looked up at the two people in front of it who looked difficult to deal with.
After weighing the pros and cons, it no longer coveted this dessert and ran away in shame with its tail between its legs.
Until the lynx's back disappeared from her sight, Zhao Mingsheng loosened her grip, and the remaining stone in her hand slipped from her fingertips and rolled to her feet.
I realized later that the thin shirt on my back was wet with cold sweat.
Before she could catch her breath, the orange-footed flying squirrel that had been pretending to be dead on the ground sensed that the danger had subsided and quietly opened its eyes.
Although it didn't know why the lynx had let it go, that didn't stop it from wanting to run away. The orange-footed flying squirrel rolled over, scrambled off the ground, and prepared to run away.
Zhao Mingsheng's eyes widened when she noticed this scene. In order to save the orange-footed flying squirrel, she did not hesitate to confront such a dangerous beast as the lynx. Not only did this little guy not know how to repay her kindness, he even wanted to run away!
"Don't run!" she shouted, and was about to chase after him, but a figure beside her rushed out before her.
Before the orange-footed flying squirrel could escape, Yan Zhuo tiptoed in front of it at a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye, blocking its escape route.
Fortunately, this was on the ground, where the orange-footed flying squirrel had no conditions to take off. If it was on a tree trunk or a rock wall, it would have flown away long ago, and Yan Zhuo might not have been able to stop it.
Yan Zhuo reached out, pinched the back of the orange-footed flying squirrel's neck, lifted the shivering little guy from the ground, and brought him in front of Zhao Mingsheng.
Its moist little eyes opened a little, but when it met Zhao Mingsheng's eyes, it closed them tightly again and continued to pretend to be dead.
This little appearance looked quite cute, which made Zhao Mingsheng feel pity for him.
Zhao Mingsheng opened her palm to take it, but the man's hand paused above her palm and then retracted it.
The girl's delicate palm was tender and white, while the little guy in his hand was covered in dust and looked out of place with her.
Moreover, Yan Zhuo didn't know if the seemingly docile orange-footed flying squirrel in his hands would suddenly attack him and bite him back. He didn't dare to take the risk. So he hesitated for a moment, frowning slightly and said:
"I'll take it."
He glanced at the orange-footed flying squirrel in his hand:
"By the way, you mentioned earlier that you wanted to use orange-footed flying squirrels in medicine. Did you want their fur? Their blood? Or their bones?"
Every time Yan Zhuo spoke, the orange-footed flying squirrel in his hand would tremble.
Zhao Mingsheng quickly waved his hands: "No, no, no, we don't need these."
It’s not Yan Zhuo’s fault that he misunderstood, it’s because Zhao Mingsheng didn’t explain it clearly to Yan Zhuo at the beginning.
Yan Zhuo: "If it's not these, then what do you want?"
At this moment, meeting Yan Zhuo's eyes, Zhao Mingsheng suddenly felt a little embarrassed to speak.
At this moment, the orange-footed flying squirrel, whose neck fur had been pinched by Yan Zhuo, was too nervous. With a "puff" sound, an oval black particle fell from the air.
"That's what I want."
Zhao Mingsheng pointed at the black particles under his feet embarrassedly.
The scene was extremely quiet for a moment.
Yan Zhuo: ...
His fingertips loosened, and the orange-footed flying squirrel realized it was free. Unlike just now, when it was lying on the ground, Yan Zhuo held it against his chest, where it was at a height difference. It immediately seized the opportunity to stretch its limbs and glide a long way along with the falling wind.
"Ah, it's running away!"
Zhao Mingsheng thought that Yan Zhuo had accidentally slipped his hand, and was about to chase after him but was stopped.
Yan Zhuo: "Don't chase me, I let her go on purpose."
Zhao Mingsheng was dumbfounded. They had finally caught it, so why did they let it go? She hadn't collected enough medicinal herbs yet!
"Don't you want its poop? Come with me."
The two of them came to the rock wall, on which there were caves of various sizes. Yan Zhuo searched through them one by one and finally stopped at the entrance of a cave.
"This is the orange-footed flying squirrel's nest. The thing you want is inside."
Zhao Mingsheng looked into the cave and exclaimed in surprise, "Five Spiritual Fat!"
And there were so many of them that they piled up into a small hill.
"The book says that orange-footed flying squirrels defecate in a fixed place, usually next to the burrows where they live."
Yan Zhuo looked at Zhao Mingsheng, whose happiness was beyond words, and couldn't help but smile in his eyes.
Zhao Mingsheng dug out a small shovel from his backpack and used it to put the five-spirit fat in the cave into a small jar. After cleaning the entire cave, the jar was just half full.
In addition to the five-spirit fat, they also found a variety of other things from the cave, including dry grass, branches, bird feathers, animal hair, etc.
These are used by orange-footed flying squirrels to build their nests.
Yan Zhuo suddenly discovered something.
"Wait a minute." He quickly called out to Zhao Mingsheng.
"Can you lend me your shovel?"
Although Zhao Mingsheng didn't understand why, he still handed over the small shovel in his hand.
Yan Zhuo used a shovel to push aside the messy grass and found a piece of rag at the bottom.
He recognized it immediately: it was crimson brocade, the same material Cui Cen had worn on the day he went missing. The scraps of cloth and the dry grass were tangled together, with a few bird feathers clinging to the sides.
"How could this piece of cloth appear here..." Yan Zhuo couldn't help but mutter to himself.
Zhao Mingsheng also saw the rag and thought it looked familiar, but for a moment he couldn't remember where he had seen it before.
"This scrap of cloth is so brightly colored it might have been brought back by a bird when it was building its nest."
"Bird's nest?"
"Yes, it's a bird's nest," she said, pointing out the details on the pile of dead branches. "These branches may seem messy, but if you look closely, you can see that this is a unique way for birds to build nests."
"Because bird nests are usually built on tree branches, the base is usually constructed in a cross pattern for stability. Coupled with the feathers stuck to the dead branches, it's obvious that this is a pre-built nest."
Yan Zhuo looked at everything Zhao Mingsheng said one by one, and found that they all fit the requirements.
He had also read in a book that orange-footed flying squirrels don't like to build nests, but he didn't expect it to be so lazy as to directly move a bird's nest to make its own nest.
If the birds really brought the cloth from somewhere to build their nests, then the range would be even larger, and the method of trying to find people based on the place where the cloth appeared would not work.
The clues are broken here...
Yan Zhuo rubbed his swollen temples, it seemed that this trip would still be fruitless.
*
By the time the two of them returned to the orchard, everyone's baskets were almost full.
Zhao Mingsheng suddenly felt thirsty, so he picked a green fruit. However, he couldn't help but spit out the food as soon as he took a bite.
"Pah, this fruit tastes terrible!"
A sour, astringent and slightly bitter taste spreads on the tip of the tongue.
"Haha, although 'green fruit' has the word 'fruit' in its name, it is not an edible fruit." Uncle Cao noticed her behavior and laughed.
"Just like the sour fruit you picked yesterday, which is inedible but delicious when added to grilled fish, green fruit can't be eaten either, but the green wine made from it is absolutely amazing!"
When the topic of green wine brewing was mentioned, an old man who was picking fruits nearby came over, looking very experienced.
“Don’t look at the sourness of the fruit now. After it is brewed into wine, the sourness of the fruit blends with the mellow aroma of the koji. It is clear and crisp with a hint of sweet and sour, and it tastes very good! Moreover, the green wine brewed in our village has a unique taste. It is smooth and not sticky in the mouth, nor is it intoxicating. It is suitable for all ages.” As the uncle spoke, he couldn’t help but slam his lip twice, and it was obvious that he was craving for wine.
Just by listening to his description, Zhao Mingsheng was full of curiosity about this green-brewed wine. She had seen her father drink this wine at home, but she had never drunk it before. After returning this time, she must taste the taste of this green-brewed wine herself!
Uncle Cao patted the old man's broad back and said, "Why don't you pick more? You drink the most every year."
The fruits everyone brought back today will be brewed by the village and distributed. Those who enjoy drinking will receive more, while those who don't enjoy drinking or drink less will receive less. Those who come into the mountains to pick fruits can receive two extra jars.
This distribution method has been passed down in Qingshan Village for a long time, and everyone has no objection to it.
"That's enough, kid. How are you going to carry it back when it's so heavy?" After saying that to the uncle, Uncle Cao shouted to Sun Dalang.
There was already a small hill of food piled up in his backpack, but he still felt it was not enough, so he took out a cloth bag to put more food in.
"I, I can carry it!"
"Brother Sun can't carry it, so I'll help him, hehe." Shunzi showed off his strong arms, but was kicked in the butt as a result.
Finally, under Uncle Cao's insistence, Sun Dalang had to pour out a small portion of the green fruits in his backpack and distribute them to others.
When everyone's backpacks were almost full, Sun Dalang announced that they were ready to return.
At this moment, there was a sudden movement in the bushes beside him. He glanced over there and saw a sharp claw wrapped in brown and black fur exposed.
Sun Dalang's mind went blank at this moment.
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