Will the fox pick flowers
The other foxes, Lin Luoran, can't be sure. The one she raises, except that she can't speak human words, is just like human beings in everything. It should be said that she is more particular than human beings.
Wash your hands before eating, use bowls and chopsticks when eating, and wash your face and feet before going to bed. I don't know if it was taught by the white fox, or it was used to it after coming to Lin's house. Lin Luoran woke up one morning and found that it had rolled up a big leaf and was collecting dew between the stamens—she thought the little green fox was going to do something, After careful observation, I found that it spent two hours collecting a bouquet of flower dew and used it to wash my face! !
Lin Luoran still remembers the deep shock at that time. The heavens are pitiful, as a woman, when dealing with that face, whether it was in the past or now, she just washed things up and collected dew? ... Water-based spells are actually very convenient, but Lin Luoran's attitude towards life has been cultivated for many years, so he really never thought of such a particular approach.
"Could it be that you know this fox?" Lin Luoran asked tentatively.
Xiao Hongbin looked at it in a daze. How could this elder sister named Lin understand what she was talking to a fox
Little Green Fox's lively eyes overturned Hong Bin's perception of foxes.
This woman is really stupid! The fox in the world, who is as special as it is, looks about the same. It knows that flower... Is there anyone who can draw this kind of flower now
How many years have passed, it is sure that it is not its own memory.
The wild hillsides are so blue that no variegated colors can be seen, only in June every year, colorful flower buds bloom overnight, and the flowers bloom for a day, and will wither when the sun sets. The morning blooms and the evening thanks, those mortals have never seen such a heterogeneous species, and the rumors are getting more and more outrageous. They all say that picking a flower can make a wish, which is really ridiculous.
Wishes can come true, there is no such rare treasure in the world, but those stupid people who are about to die really believe it, and there is an endless stream of people stealing flowers every year, which annoys it later, and drives out the mortals who live in the territory ... There was a gleam of understanding in the little green fox's eyes, except for those mortals who have never become smarter, no one will ever see this flower again, right
It's really strange, did the sand get into the eyes? The little green fox wiped it with its paws, and the water splashed out automatically, and it couldn't be stopped.
It was still wiping it desperately, and it fell into the eyes of Lin Luoran and the other three, but it was holding the jar and crying.
After Hong Bin was sent back to take the rest of the jars back, Lin Luodong and Huang Weijian looked at them again and again. Although the little green fox often snatched people's things, everyone knew its temperament, and no one in the Lin family hated it. What is the reason for watching the usually "outrageous" little fox cry once
Lin Luoran recalled that Professor Qi had inadvertently said that in "Shan Hai Jing", in the country of green hills, the king of the fox clan is cyan—couldn't it be thinking of home when seeing things
Not long ago, she personally traveled through time and space. This world is not as simple as it is shown. In Lin Luoran's view, many myths are based on the Book of Mountains and Seas, which must be reasonable—perhaps this is a book. A travelogue similar to "Kyushu Strange Records"? However, the latter was a monk of alchemy, while the former happened to record that lost history.
If there really is a country of green hills, where is it
There was a trace of pity in Lin Luoran's eyes, it is so small, it has been living with the white fox in the underground world, can it still find its way home
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Taojia Village has been making pottery for generations. During the national defense war, they moved to the mountains to avoid disasters. There is also clay here. Of course, the craftsmanship of pottery is not lost. There is no income in the mountains. Daily necessities, and in recent years, children in the village have to be sent outside the mountains. Reading is all supported by these pottery works.
Everyone in the village knows that Mr. Jia Hong is alone, and his pottery making skills are the top in the village, and his heart is not bad. An old man has no place to spend money. Most of the money he spends on pottery making and buying mountain goods is given to the children in the village. Those who are studying abroad and those who are in financial difficulties, because of this alone, the second grandfather Hong's status in the village is not low, not to mention that he is old and smart, and has an incomparable wisdom. Many people will ask him to make a decision when they encounter problems. , with high prestige in the village.
But Grandpa Hong has also encountered troubles in the past two days, that is, a group of Japanese living in his house.
That Yingzi also likes pottery art, every time he looks at the second grandfather Hong with adoring eyes, he feels guilty.
Of course, it wasn't because he was not skilled enough, but because he was worried that the Japanese had other plans.
Grandpa Hong Er is old-fashioned and shrewd. The craftsmanship of pottery has been passed down from generation to generation, and it is also because the talents of the pottery village value the things of their ancestors. Nowadays, the outside world is changing with each passing day. Those exquisite porcelains are low in cost and large in output. Who doesn't like them
Since it is not greedy for the ancestral craftsmanship of Tao Village, what is it that makes these Japanese stay here for so many days? While plucking the feathers of the chicken, the Second Master Hong pretended to be deaf and dumb.
Translator Sun's mouth was twisted in anger. He said this. The old man's ears are very bad. It is not easy to hear one sentence out of ten.
"Old Mr. Hong, do you really not think about it? Your village has a unique geographical location, and there are countless treasures in this mountain. Whether it is bamboo shoots or bamboo fungus, they are all rare and delicious. If you want to use pottery to match it and export it to Japan, you will definitely be able to buy it at a good price. Yingzi also knows a lot of Japanese businessmen, and she can connect with them to repay Mr. Hong's hospitality these days... "
The scorching sun of summer was blocked by a clump of bamboo in the garden, Sakurako Asada stood in the light and shadow, speaking warmly, with indescribable sincerity. Speaking from her mouth, the chattering Japanese words were not so annoying anymore, Second Grandpa Hong's hands were hairy, and a chicken was naked in a short time.
Translator Sun translated Sakurako Asada's words into Chinese, and Grandpa Hong's sparse eyebrows twitched. Sell delicacies? Their village is deep in the mountains. If they want to make money by exporting mountain treasures, they can’t get back the money for building a road even if they sell the treasures for ten years... The businessman is not profitable, so it can be seen that the Japanese woman is coaxing him.
Grandpa Hong smiled and showed his toothless gums: "It's not out of kindness, the old man killed all the chickens in his house, and this one was borrowed from others...Miss Yingzi, thanks to you for liking to eat the old man's food these days." Vegetables, those clay pots in the garden, you can pick as many as you want to take away, take whatever you want, take whatever you want."
Hospitality? Miss Yingzi is too polite to this old man. Since they came to this Tao village, the few of them eat chicken every day, which is considered a good meal in the mountains, especially at noon on the first day, when the pot is full of enthusiasm The stewed chicken with mountain mushrooms was served, and it was so fragrant that Translator Sun almost swallowed it with his tongue.
But the next day he ate chicken again, and the recipe remained the same, and Translator Sun felt that the chicken soup was a bit greasy.
Even after eating for a few days, the chicken was originally hot. On this hot day, a row of red bumps appeared on Translator Sun's forehead, the tip of his tongue was also blistered, and he could speak fluently. They were all Miss Yingzi's smiling faces, and Translator Sun was so angry that he was so mad when he ate chicken.
Sakurako Asada heard that Grandpa Hong finally turned the topic to clay pots, and pretended to be innocent and said: "Mr. Hong's clay pots are very good, especially this one."
She went back to the room and took out the pottery pot containing dried mushrooms. The whole body of the pot was simple and elegant. There was a fox standing on the hillside with only one back view. The mountain flowers were blooming, and the fluff on the fox's ears were distinct, which was really lifelike.
If it is purely handmade, this is indeed a very exquisite pottery, with a fox as the theme, this is also the exclusive handicraft of Hong Ertai, and he is also somewhat proud of it.
However, Miss Yingzi slipped her fingertips, pointed at the inconspicuous little flower and asked, "What kind of flower is this?"
This jar is painted painted pottery. This flower is simple in brushwork and looks very ordinary, but the Second Grandpa Hong dyed it very carefully. This piece of mountain flowers is delicate, and each flower has seven petals, each with its own unique color. The different colors are as dazzling as a rainbow when combined, but they steal a lot of the limelight from the protagonist, the fox.
Translator Sun didn't take it seriously, and continued to translate as usual. Grandpa Hong paused for a moment with his hand holding the chicken, showing his teeth in embarrassment: "I'm getting old, I can't even hold the chicken steadily."
Hearing that he was going to change the subject again, Asada Sakurako took a step forward holding the pot: "Mr. Hong, I lived in Shandong, China when I was young. I heard a legend about the country of Qingqiu. I don't know if you have heard of it. No?"
Translator Sun was about to translate when he was taken aback for a moment. Miss Yingzi spoke Chinese.
Grandpa Hong's hands trembled slightly, his old eyes were cloudy, "Miss Yingzi, did the old man misunderstand, how do you speak Huaxia dialect?"
Sakurako Asada smiled slightly, being gentle and amiable under the bamboo shadow.
"Mr. Hong, I can also speak Shandong dialect. Taojia Village moved from Shandong for many years, and I haven't heard the local accent for a long time. Do you miss it?"
Grandpa Hong's cloudy old eyes looked even more confused, but in fact he was extremely shocked. Tao Village has moved twice in total. The first time was at the end of the Ming Dynasty, when it was moved from Shandong to the middle of Shu, and the second time it was moved to a hidden place in the mountains.
Is this the purpose of the Japanese coming here
Mr. Hong Er, who had studied in a private school for several years, first thought of the words "picture poor dagger".