There is no white deer on Bailuyuan, so why is it called Bailuyuan?

A heavy snow fell in the night. The farmers are blocked by the thick snow at home, and there is nothing to do except to clean the snow in the courtyard and the door. 鹿三 got up early. The snow in the horse yard has been removed. The drying ground has been cleaned. The snow at the entrance of the mill has also been cleaned. Maybe someone will come to grind the noodles.

Just waiting for Jiaxuan to get up and open the street door, he finally went in to clean the snow in the yard. Jiaxuan had already gotten up, swept the snow in the front yard into several snowdrifts, opened the street door, and greeted Lu San, asking him to push the snow out with a cart, and he had to go out too late to clear it.

He did not reveal to anyone other than his mother that this trip was to invite Mr. Yin and Yang, so as not to provoke another tongue.

The roads in the alleys of the village were connected by households consciously sweeping away the snow. The snow on the bull cart road outside the village and the snow in the wheat fields on both sides of the road became indistinguishable. He leaned on a stick and walked towards the silver-white field with a creaking sound under his feet. Green, blue and red bands of light gleamed in the snow, and the colorful maze-like Qionglou Fairy Pavilion often appeared in front of you. Turning on a beam of soil, he was already sweating, untied his belt and hands, hot urine pricked a hole in the thick snow.

At this moment, he looked aimlessly at the snowy landscape on the ground, distinguishing the ridges of his own wheat field covered by heavy snow, and accidentally saw a moist soil in a slow slope. The entire wilderness is covered with dazzling white snow blankets. Why can't I sit there? Who has urinated there? Around the sieves of wet soil, no human footprints or hoof marks of wild beasts have been found.

He walked over with curiosity,The bare brown and yellow ground was soggy, it seemed that there were strands of steam evaporating.

What's more strange is that there is a green leaf of thorn thistle creeping on the ground. It is called small thistle in the traditional Chinese medicine spectrum, which can stop blood and poison, clear fire and diuresis. The strange thing is that the wood and the grass are frozen to death, and there is no trace of green in the mountains and wilds. How can a green thistle grow in the winter of the third and nineteenths. He squatted down and dug the wet soil with his hands. A pink-white mushroom-like leaf was exposed from the soil. He dug and planed the soil more carefully, and leaves of the same color were exposed again. Digging deeper, revealing a tender and white stalk, until it is completely planed out, the stalk is studded with five leaves of different sizes.

He wanted to uproot it, but then he thought about it again. Maybe this is a treasure and precious herb. If it is pulled up, it will become waste if it loses its medicinal properties.

carefully backfilled the wet soil, kicked and scraped the surrounding snow over to camouflage the scene, and squatted down to squeeze out a shit from his butt. No one would doubt it. Messy. He scrubbed the dirt on his hands with snow and returned to the original bullock cart road.

He immediately turned around and walked back, stepping on the foot socket on the snowy road that he had stepped on when he came, and it would not be too late to look for Mr. Yin Yang after two days. When he returned home, his mother and Lu San both asked him why he came back. He always replied that the snow on the road was too thick and slippery to climb the slow slope. They both believed. He went back to his mansion and pulled out a lithographed copy of "Qindi Herbs" from the box.This is a family treasure. Grandpa and father used this book to distinguish the authenticity when they were buying medicinal materials in the mountains.

Now, he patiently turned the thin and crisp beige bamboo paper page by page, and finally he did not find any similar drugs. name. He guessed in his heart that it was either a monster or a treasure.

If a monster rushes to dig it, it may cause trouble. If the treasure is unclear for a while, it will be ruined if it is pulled out. He thought that Mr. Leng would definitely know the goods, but in case it was a treasure, it might be difficult to say that he would pay tribute to the emperor, so he immediately denied the move.

In his anxiety, he thought of his brother-in-law Mr. Zhu , and he couldn't help but please.

There was a jumble of footsteps in the yard, Jiaxuan looked through the door, and a group of students walked towards the backyard, all of them looked old and held upright. After entering the dining room in the backyard, the yard Calm down.

The brother-in-law came back later, and after greeted him, sat down with him for breakfast. The meal is very simple, red bean millet porridge, steamed bun mixed with lentil noodles is gray in color, and a few drops of sesame oil are mixed in shredded radish. After eating, the brother-in-law sucked in a pinch of dry tea, chewed it for a long time and then spit it out to eliminate the smell of radish.Avoid odors when teaching or talking with people. The brother-in-law led him to the study in the front yard to talk.

Five halls, four bright pillars, painted in red, from top to bottom, shiny and shiny. There are rows of bookshelves in the whole hall, and stacks of books are placed on the shelves. After entering, you can smell a quiet smell of books and papers. The west side is partitioned to form a suite, hung with a thick white homespun curtain, a large bookcase is placed by the window, a finely carved jade pen holder, a jade pen holder and a pair of jade paperweight, all of which are owned by the brother-in-law. Beloved. Zishui County is famous for producing beautiful jade. According to legend, the jade seal of Qin Shihuang was taken from the jade here. Except for these, there are no more decorations, no book nor a piece of paper. There is no ink painting or a frame of banners on the entire four walls. Only a map of the county drawn with a brush is pasted on the wall of Xishan.

Jiaxuan can’t help thinking every time that Jiaxuan comes to think that most of the literati bachelors with calligraphy and painting banners on the walls are actually arty straw bags; people who are really knowledgeable like brother-in-law do not show the truth, just Put it in your stomach, let alone hang it on the wall to bluff.

The two sit on straight-backed chairs on both sides of the table, with a charcoal brazier in the middle. The charcoal fire is burning quietly, smokeless and flameless, and a layer of white charcoal remains after the burning. The original wood texture of the charcoal is clearly revealed, and the fireworks are invisible, but it feels warm. The brother-in-law added charcoal rods while setting up a tripod to boil water and tea.

he will ask Mr. Yin and Yang,How to pee in the snow, how to find the slow slope without snow, how to dig out the monster, and the process of shit and fake the scene, and then asked: "Have you heard of this?" Brother-in-law Zhu The gentleman listened quietly, with a surprised look in his eyes. Without answering what he said, he took a piece of paper and spread it out on the table, then handed a brush to Jiaxuan and said: "You draw a picture, you see The shape of the white monster." Jiaxuan caught the pen in the ink cartridge and smoothed the tip of the pen. It was a little clumsy but he drew it very seriously. He drew five leaves, and drew stalks to connect the leaves. In the end, there was nothing. With a regretful smile, he handed the pen to the brother-in-law: "I don't know how to paint." Mr. Zhu picked up the paper and looked at it, as if trying to figure out a gossip picture, and suddenly said mysteriously, "Brother, look again." It depends on what you drew." Jiaxuan took the paper to re-examine it, and still said naively: "Basically it looks like the monster I dug out." Brother-in-law smiled and took the paper and said to Jiaxuan. ：" The more it looks like a white deer.