The mushroom shed exhaled a few words and swallowed them back. Trying to suppress her emotions, she was like a black and blue mark typical of that year. She said, “I’ll try my best to study, drawing strength from food, hoping that earning one to two thousand each month proves my social value.”
After eating breakfast, the woman packed up her bowl and took the pot to dry outside. Her life was like this, constantly busy from morning to night.
Walking on the dirt path, the mushroom shed rubbed her eyes, passing through obstacles, taking a small path bravely from the wild land, the path curved, looking difficult but heading far away.
The woman pointed to a large patch of grass by the roadside, which was a deep ditch. The village’s two small ponds were gone. Don’t cross over.
Regarding the leather shoes, Naichen found it very easy and the Red Army ate the shoes together. During college, he and Su analyzed the possibility of this matter: the Red Army wore leather shoes, and even today’s Chinese people’s Liberation Army, the leather shoes distributed may not be real leather, mostly a synthetic blend of cowhide and artificial materials. In that era, finding a pair of genuine leather shoes on the Red Army’s feet was probably impossible. Since there were no shoes, how could they talk about eating shoes? The logic of eating shoes was the same – if shoes could fill one’s stomach, they must be made from animal leather. Then, fearing to seek proof from the veterans, they might discover that the Red Army’s official system was not leather shoes, but cloth shoes. Even if someone could tie cloth shoes, they were not animal-made leather, so they had no nutritional value. Since they had no nutrition, eating cloth shoes would be the same as eating mud – a logic the Red Army surely understood. Of course, the Red Army had eaten tree bark, as trees were everywhere, and that era did not prohibit eating tree bark.
For post-education generations, leather shoes were added to the Red Army’s meals. In comparison, this summer, they were more willing to believe that article about color in grasslands about the old battalion commander. The article was written by a land-based first-person, and the main person was also known.
Is this article “Golden Fish Hook” similar to the American family ethics film “Golden Pond” or not?
“Only left them behind, the chick has grown big, flying to Shazhou or somewhere else!”
“You’re a college student now. Don’t you feel bored about these things? Speechless, life is constantly advancing, hope you can follow along.”
Naichen was indifferent and American, deeply immeasurable, shining everywhere.
Today is Sunday, no need to go to work. So go walk in the surrounding mountains.
The air humidity was extremely high, the higher they went, the more misty, but the color was changing. Above hung a water mist, not rain, not needle-like precipitation, falling from an unobstructed sky, like an unnamed flower petal, she reached out to catch it, holding her fingertips. She walked and jumped, this summer behind her, the young girl’s clean parts and flower-like, containing fragrance, not yet bloomed. Tightly collected.
Would flower buds hurt when blooming? Girls always have moments when becoming women. She didn’t know if that moment of becoming a woman had painful tears, she imagined it like water droplets falling between flower petals. Would she remember that man? She didn’t want to recall.
Memory was definitely good, character was extremely strong, and shy. She couldn’t even remember names, when helping, she could only print each photo on the form to avoid mistaking names.
Everyone had forgotten, nothing worth remembering.
She picked some wood ears and wild vegetables.
“Bring back for Su-ge to eat, I know these, non-toxic, nutritious.”
The sky grew darker, walking a few steps, reaching the mountain top, the mist dispersed, sun invisible. But eastern light existed, a cloud layer catching her eye, she held the machine to look, her top clothes raised by this movement, revealing a side, just where the waist was, a small silver ring pierced.
Jia warned her: “You’ll get stomachache when old. Later you’ll have fewer periods. These days everywhere is air conditioning, might get joint inflammation.”
Weed seemed to look east, seemingly entering a trance.
“I remembered a child.” After a moment, she suddenly said, “Here everywhere is empty, seems like a fire.”
Jia didn’t want to know what she was dreaming.
Then she actively asked: “Don’t you want to know? I can tell you.”
So Jia guessed: “Hope Su-ge’s body is healthy?”
Weed nodded: “This is one, there are others.”
“If others, should be related to me.”
Weed still nodded.
A young girl hoped to help do something big. She said, “I hope I can help you do something important.”
The child replied, “Small children do small things, and adults can do big things. When you grow up, you can help me.”
Wearing a green apron, she tucked a flower hairpin into her waist, rolled up her sleeves, and quickly untied her apron, turning it into a small bag to collect the harvested items. On the ground, there was an old tree stump surrounded by layers of trees. She picked and said, “This tree is quite old, look how many years it has.”
She carefully observed the tree stump, which was massive and old, with a cross-section like a human finger, darkened by water stains.
The girl said, “Don’t think it’s dead. It will bloom and grow new branches. If it were a stone tree, it would grow even faster. Some will even bloom, but this stump is too low. It would be better to leave it for a while.”
As the sun rose higher, clouds began to disperse, and the misty flower-like clouds suddenly split open a path. Thousands of golden rays shot down, turning the tree crowns facing the sun golden. The air suddenly became hot, sweat began to seep out on her back, and when she tilted her head to look, her face was also turning golden. Her green-eyed gaze fell from the misty scene, and she whispered, “You are the one I’ve been waiting for.”
Who would say that red must be thin-blooded, and life is not necessarily short? What about the small corner?
The tree ear was too much, filling the small room floor. The corner found a battle-hardened soldier’s military cap, hanging in the courtyard to dry the tree ear. She told Beibei to take some over.
She went to find soup at Beibei’s home, preparing to use the unelectrified stove.
She dug up some wild ingredients like dog meat, lettuce, mountain herbs, and wild onions, washing them clean and mixing them.
A few people in the kitchen discussed which soup was better.
Fish soup with Cordyceps can fight inflammation and help with coughs. She had eaten a tea-fragrant chicken fish soup before, with simple ingredients: mackerel, fire-roasted slices, winter bamboo shoots, and mushrooms, with soup base and dragon-eye tea.
The fish soup didn’t need long to cook; it would be better to send it over for dinner.
Beibei was still anxiously waiting for the return, and the investigation team brought back some information, but it was essentially one matter. Finding the North was destined to be a long-term early two-way journey.
He asked her if she was planning to raise funds at the foundation. She wasn’t sure. Each profession’s specialized knowledge differs, but in pursuing business profits during this period, it was common. If the goal was to accumulate tight financial wealth, then reaching the standard of wealth for most people before forty was not difficult. Now, in summer, she discovered everywhere were people with money, and everywhere looked like people with money.
How to achieve a sense of accomplishment? Perhaps name and status were more important. However, those with name and status all had bitter expressions, which intrigued her.
