Chapter 3 A Little Misunderstanding

Today is the day he went to the town of Shanxia. In addition to a piece of saltpetrated tiger skin in the bottom layer of the sack, it is piled with ordinary herbs picked to dry. Although it is not precious, it is better than natural. Compared with those artificially planted and mass-produced things outside, the effect of the medicine is at least three times stronger, so Don't worry about selling at a good price.

In the morning, the sun has not risen yet. It is the best time for the air in the mountain forest. The birds of a mountain wake up at this time and are busy foraging around. Along the way, the forest fog is fluttering, the birds are full of ears, and they inhaled into their stomachs in one breath. It is full of the extremely fresh "scent" of the mountain. This feeling is really good.

The sack is the most common bag used to hold soybeans and wheat in rural areas. It is made of fine hemp rope, which is more than half a person tall. The herbs inside are stuffed solidly. Although it is not heavy, it also has a weight of more than 100 catties. However, this little thing was in Wang Chan's hand, but it seemed to be as light as nothing. Walking all the way down from Hutouling, I saw a winding loess and sandstone road at the bottom of the mountain in less than a meal.

This road has also been built in recent years because of border trade, but the local political axe obviously has no money. It can't afford to build the flat and straight asphalt road. It can only be built in the mountains between Hutou Town and the Wusuri River. Although the road is not good, it is much more convenient for the people who are used to mountain roads and climbing mountains in the Daxing'an Mountains. At least it is accessible by car, which is convenient for the travel of ten miles to and eight rural areas.

After only walking for a while on the road, Wang Chan successfully got on a "tractor" that had just come back from fishing by the river to catch the morning market in the town, and pulled him all the way to the farmer's street in Hutou Town.

At this time, it was already six or seven o'clock in the morning. There were not many people getting up early on the street, which looked a little lonely. Wang Chan strode to the door of a shop on the street corner with a sack.

The surrounding facade is full of fancy signs. Only this house has a black solid wood plaque hanging high, and two large red lanterns hanging under the corners of the eaves on both sides of the house. A wood-carved couplet on the main door looks full of ancient charm and quite elegant.

The black plaque is written with three large characters "Qingyutang" in regular script. This is a traditional Chinese medicine shop specializing in the purchase of herbs, and it is also Wang Chan's regular customer for many years. The boss of Qingyutang, surnamed Tang, is a good old man. Wang Chancai's herbs are sold here every time.

Stand in front of the door, bang bang! After knocking on the tightly closed wooden door a few times, his hand was too strong. Although he had deliberately restrained a lot, the sound of knocking on the door was still extremely loud and earth-shaking, which scared the owner of a shop next to him who had just opened the door.

"Why don't you open the door? At this time, Uncle Tang had been up for a long time. The boss of this family has been practicing medicine for generations. While delving into medical herbs, he also has a lot of research on the way of health preservation. Every morning, he has to get up before the sun rises to practice Hua Tuo Wuqin opera to exercise his body. Wang Chan knows his habit very well.

"Is it that I haven't come down the mountain for three months? Uncle Tang can't stand the loneliness and married the sequel. Now it's the old couple mixing oil, so the spring xiao is short and high." With a few thoughts in his heart, Wang Chan couldn't help laughing at his spoof idea. Seeing that no one had come to open the door, he reached out and knocked on the door a few times. It's like smashing the door.

After a while, he seemed to hear footsteps inside. He stopped in front of the door, but he didn't open the door. Wang Chan was surprised. He stepped forward and looked inside near the crack of the door, but he saw an eye peeping out on the side of the crack of the door. He was stunned. "This eye is clear. Che Mingliang is not what an old man can have. It seems that I'm a little reckless. Maybe Uncle Tang is not at home because he has something to do!"

"Hey, what's wrong with you? I won't let people sleep in the early morning. If you smash the door so hard, you'll pay for it if you smash it!"

With a "squeak", with the opening of the two doors, Wang Chan first smelled a fragrance, and then his ears were full of a girl's crisp oriore complaint. Wang Chan frowned and looked up at the girl standing in the door. He was a little surprised, "I always heard from Uncle Tang that he has a daughter named Tang Ling, who is going to college in Harbin. This is the one in front of him!"

The girl reflected in Wang Chan's eyes also looks twenty-two years old. She is not tall, but she is very small. Although she feels a little thin, she does not show her bones. She has a melon seed face, big eyes, and is very beautiful. It's just that at this time, the girl was obviously just awakened by a dream. She was very angry and didn't change her pajamas. She only wore a pair of little Winnie the Pooh's slippers, put her hands on her waist, and was staring at Wang Chan angrily.

"I didn't know Uncle Tang was not at home. I'm here to deliver herbs."

Seeing the girl angry, Wang Chan knew that he was wrong and didn't want to argue with her. He didn't pay attention to her complaints. He just explained his intention and raised the sack in his hand to indicate that he was not malicious.

The girl frowned. First, she looked at Wang Chan up and down, and then saw that his bulging bag in his hand almost caught up with her half-man-tall marijuana bag. She really smelled a herbal fragrance from it, which slightly eased the anger on her face. However, after listening to Wang Chan's words, she ignored it. She just glanced at Wang Chan and kept looking at him, as if she was observing something particularly interesting.

Guessing the origin of the girl and not seeing the master appear, Wang Chan was immediately relieved. I get up in the middle of the night every day to practice until the end of Yin. When I go down the mountain to the town, the sky is still bright. If the boss is fine, it's okay. After all, business pays attention to harmony and wealth. He gets up early and opens the door early. And this girl may be studying outside, and her habits are different. Now she is finally at home on holiday. She can sleep in every day, but she is disturbed by herself. If it were someone else, she would not be happy. After all, she is still a little reckless. No wonder she is.

"Are you the Wang Chan my father said to help him pick herbs in the mountains? My father was invited to Hulin last night to help identify antiques. Before leaving, he told me that you were coming to deliver herbs today and let me receive you well!"

It seems that the girl also heard of Wang Chan's name in her father's mouth. Although Wang Chan did not report herself, she was still guessed by her association.

"Oh, since Uncle Tang is not at home, I'll put the herbs here first, and I'll get the money later. I didn't know you were alone at home just now. The knock on the door was a little louder, which scared you. I'm really sorry. Please forgive me. Wang Chan nodded, put the sack on the steps with a smile, and apologized appropriately.

The girl was also a little embarrassed to see this. She scratched the messy hair on her head and quickly opened the door, asked Wang Chan to pick up the sack and send the herbs to the pharmacy in the backyard. As one of the few female college students in the town who can go out through school, Tang Ling is obviously very curious about Wang Chan, who lives alone in the deep mountains and forests. In today's society, there are still young people who are willing to be lonely in a temple celebration in a Guandi Temple where almost no one goes to, which is simply an incredible thing for her.

"Aren't you afraid of living alone in the mountains? I remember that when I was a child, my father took me into the mountain to pick medicine. When I came back, it was late and I was followed all the way by a big green wolf. I was scared to death. Looking at Wang Chan taking out the herbs in the sack and stacking them in different categories on the open space of the pharmacy, Tang Ling's eyes were even more curious.

Feeling the curiosity of the girl behind him, Wang Chan was amused. They all said that curiosity can kill the cat. It turned out that gossip is the heavenly surname of every woman: "Ha ha, no matter where you are, just get used to it. What's there to be afraid of? Nowadays, it's not that people are afraid of beasts, but that beasts are afraid of people. Otherwise, why do you think there are fewer and fewer beasts in the mountains? Whether it's tigers or wolves, aren't we humans killed with shotguns and eat meat?

Tang Ling didn't expect that Wang Chan lived alone in the deep mountains. His surname was not eccentric. On the contrary, he was straightforward, cheerful and close to people. Seeing that his words were witty, he also giggled and asked, "I heard that you are the temple of the Guandi Temple in the mountain. You are dedicated to the Taoist gods, but why did you shave your head? Like Is it the same as a monk?"

"I'm not a monk. My temple is also temporary. There is another reason for this bald head, but it's a long story, so I won't explain it to you!"

Puff! As soon as Tang Ling heard this, he immediately laughed back and forth, and the silver bell also seemed to say, "If you have hair loss, you will have hair loss. What's the embarrassment?" Don't forget what my family does. If you want to grow hair, go to my father and ask him to open a house for you. It won't take half a year to keep your hair!"

Knowing that Tang Ling didn't mean to laugh at herself, the girl was also kind. Wang Chan didn't care about her. She just took out all the herbs in the bag and piled them neatly. The tiger skin was left inside, put it on her shoulder, and was about to leave.

"You are tired after walking so far on the mountain road. You haven't had breakfast yet. Anyway, I can't sleep now. Let's eat here." Seeing that Wang Chan was about to leave, Tang Ling turned his body sideways and asked to keep the guests. Wang Chan is an old customer of her family. Although she only goes down the mountain once every three months, she has a good relationship with her father. Every time she comes to deliver herbs, she has to have a breakfast at home.

"Forget it, Uncle Tang is not at home. It's not convenient. Besides, I have something to go to the county. I can't delay. Come back in the afternoon and ask for trouble! At that time, Uncle Tang should come back!"

Wang Chan laughed a few times, regardless of Tang Ling's retention behind him. After a word, he strode out of the gate of Qingyu Hall and went all the way. When Tang Ling chased him out, he could no longer see anyone.

Although the beauty is good, it has nothing to do with Wang Chan. He can practice kung fu, which requires the child's body to practice. Before reaching the peak, he consolidate the qi and blood Yuanyang. Once he is delayed in women's color and people **, although he will not immediately disperse his skills, he will also retreat for most of the time, and there will be no possibility of progress in his life.

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