Chapter 62

When I took a nap, my sister and brother were in good spirits.

Song Xintong dragged his tired body with a basket on his back to cut firewood on the mountain. He used a lot of firewood these two days. If he didn't make it up again, he would be out of work in two days.

"When I'm as tall as my brother DAHAO, my sister won't have to go into the mountains to cut firewood." Dabao was dancing in front of him with a scythe, chopping down the tea seedlings by the side of the road.

Song Xintong walked at the end, occasionally bent down to pick up a branch, "OK."

"Sister, we cut so much grass that day." Xiaobao turns around and looks at Song Xintong in doubt.

Song Xintong understands Xiaobao's meaning. He means that a few days ago, she cut down all the weeds and thorns on the slope in the afternoon and dried them on the ground. These two days, they should be dried and burned.

Weeds can only be used as firewood without being burned.

"Keep that. We'll have to look for a withered tree. Its trunk can stand burning." In fact, song Xintong wanted to cut down all the big trees in the afternoon and burn them, but she couldn't cut them. What if soil erosion and debris flow happened after cutting them?

"Oh." Xiaobao pointed to the side of the road bowl of thick pine, "this is resistant to burning."

"..." Song Xintong pinched Xiaobao's face, which had grown a lot of meat. "Brother, how can you be so cute?"

Xiaobao mumbled, "sister."

"Ha ha ha, I'm not happy yet." Song Xintong shaved his small nose, "sister can't pinch it?"

"Yes." Xiaobao said reluctantly.

Dabao grinned and looked at them, "sister, Chunshu said that studying is a man. You can't be pinched, or you won't grow tall."

"How did he know?" Song Xintong asked in surprise.

"Because he was pinched." Dabao said with a smile.

Xiaobao continued: "elder sister, we are all men. We can't sleep next to her any more. We are seven years old."

Song Xintong was stunned for a moment. She forgot that the two children were seven years old after they were old. They were no longer two or three years old before. Because they had not cleaned up their father's bedroom, they didn't sleep in separate rooms. After she came here, she didn't think of it at all. In her heart, she regarded herself as a 25-6-year-old, and her two younger brothers were only four or five years old, It's normal to sleep next to each other.

"When we get a new house, we'll sleep separately." Song Xintong said.

Xiaobao couldn't help asking, "sister, when will our house be repaired?"

"I don't know. I guess you'll have to go to school." Song Xintong counted the days. Now he has more than 60 taels of silver in his family. He should be able to save 150 taels of silver in a few months' business. It should be enough to set up a large courtyard.

"How long is that?" Xiaobao is depressed. In his mind, building a house is a big deal. He wants to see a new house repaired. "Sister, what kind of house shall we build?"

"A spring tree house." Dabao said expectantly.

Song Xintong didn't like it. "Let's build a big house, like the one that sister took you to school that day."

"Wow..." two successive exclamations revealed the expectation and joy of Dabao and Xiaobao.

"Then we can live in a big house that won't leak rain." Xiaobao was full of joy, and his voice could not help rising, "I will live with my brother in the future?"

"One room for one." Song Xintong said.

"What do I want to do with my brother?" Xiao Bao asked her with his head tilted.

Song Xintong took a look at him, "if you think about it, you'll find your brother, and you'll live next to him in the future."

"Good." Xiaobao three or two steps to the front, together to Dabao side, "brother, we will not separate."

"Well, it won't separate." Dabao stretched out his hand and took Xiaobao forward for a few steps. Then he turned around and said, "sister, there are dry branches in front."

Then they ran forward together.

Song Xintong looked at the fallen dead wood, "don't run, be careful."

The dead wood was very wet, and many fresh Auricularia auricula grew on it. Song Xintong picked up all the Auricularia auricula and threw them into Xiaobao's basket. Then he picked up the firewood knife and began to cut the branches.

"Sister, is this grey spore?" Dabao, holding a fist sized gray spore, handed it to song Xintong and asked.

Song Xintong took a close look, "yes."

"There's more over there. I'll pick it up." Dabao ran to the side with the basket.

"Don't run around. Be careful." Song Xintong is very worried. There are so many snakes, insects and ants in the mountain forest that he meets them when he doesn't pay attention. He looks at the two boys who have already raised their bodies anxiously. "Don't run so far. Come back quickly."

"Right now, right now."

Song Xintong's sharp branches were shaved off and placed neatly on one side. He cut the two or three meter long trunk into several sections and filled most of the baskets.

While it was still early, song Xintong tied the scythe to the bamboo pole, raised it high to the lush branches of the pine tree, cut down all the branches below, and slowly gathered the back of the basket.

That's why she cuts wood faster than anyone else in the village.

Others cut thorns and tea trees on the ground or cut down trees. Every time, she takes a long bamboo pole and directly cuts down the branches of pine trees. The cut branches can be tied home without sorting out.

The branches of the pine trees on the hillside behind the house have been cut down by her. Now she's waiting for the sun to dry and back home.

After she tied up all the firewood, she took the sickle and went to Dabao.

Two blue figures squatted in the grass in front of a big pine tree, bowing their buttocks. They didn't know what they were doing.

"What are you two doing?" Song Xintong approached and asked.

Dabao looked back at her and said, "sister, there are mushrooms here. We just want to pull them back."

"Pull it." Song Xintong took a closer look and looked to the ground and found a pile of brown mushrooms with umbrella covers.

"But I don't know if I can eat it." Xiaobao said.

Song Xintong squatted down to have a look, and found that the canopy of these mushrooms was brown, but the handle below was white, smelling a strong aroma.

What kind of mushroom is this?

Song Xintong thought carefully about the fungus similar to it, but they were all wrong.

"Sister, this tree is so big that my brother and I can't hold it." Unable to stop, Dabao ran to the side of the big pine tree, holding the trunk and yelling, "so big, so big."

Song Xintong looked up at the dense branches. Is such a big pine tree at least 100 years old? I grew up in a place where nobody came.

Hundreds of years? Song Xintong looked around, put down many broad-leaved trees like cypress and oak, and then looked down at the brown fungus on the ground. Isn't it matsutake?

Song Xintong looks more and more like this.

Her friend once gave her two catties of fresh Tricholoma matsutake, which looks like this. Her friend was traveling to the plateau where Tricholoma matsutake originated. The local guide took them to the local place to pick them. At that time, they sold for thousands of yuan a Jin.

It seems that this kind of fungus only grows in the pollution-free forest. It needs to live with the big pine trees 50 years ago to grow this kind of Tricholoma matsutake. Its nutritional effect is particularly good.

This... Twins are lucky, too.

I casually took a road to this place. Besides, there are a lot of Tricholoma matsutake beside the pine trees. It seems that they have just grown out for a day or two and haven't aged yet.

Song Xintong picked up the Tricholoma matsutake and wrapped it in Dabao's coat to prevent them from aging quickly.