The little ancestor of the family

"Uncle Lizheng, don't be angry. I know what's going on." Ye Xinran quickly advised, "You are already this old. Getting angry is bad for your health."

"Humph!" The village head turned away proudly, "Who wants to be angry with you? I just don't want any of my villagers to get lost for no reason. I have to bring a group of people to look for them later."

"No, I won't go into the mountains. I'll just take a look around where the kudzu roots are being dug." Ye Xinran explained.

The head of the village said, "Don't blame me for being nosy. I'm just worried that you young people don't know the limits."

Ye Xinran smiled happily and said, "I understand, Uncle Lizheng. I will pay attention to it."

She saw that the village head was followed by young and strong men, holding pickaxes and hoes in their hands, and all of them had angry faces, so she asked: "Uncle village head, what are you going to do with so many people? Are you going to fight?"

The headman immediately raised his voice when he heard this: "What are you fighting for? I'm so old, why would I want to fight? The Donggou Village blocked our water source upstream, I'm going to reason with them!"

Why do you bring so many thugs with you to reason with?

Is it to keep the peace?

Ye Xinran thought.

"Uncle Zheng over there, you guys should be careful too, I'm leaving first."

After saying this, Ye Xinran continued to head towards Milu Mountain.

After the sweep in the previous two days, Milu Mountain was no longer as mysterious and scary as before. Ye Xinran even met several people at the foot of the mountain who were still looking for Pueraria root.

However, given the villagers' powerful fighting power, they were so eager to dig all of Ge Gen's grandchildren back home. Now they couldn't find anything if they looked for them again.

She walked around the foot of the mountain and found that there were so many people and feet everywhere that the ground had been trampled into a mess. There was no trace of any herbs, so she had to continue walking deeper.

This time she chose the opposite direction of the trap, and just after walking a few hundred meters, she made a new discovery.

But instead of herbs, they were big, fat morel mushrooms.

"It's true that the brave will die of overeating and the timid will die of starvation. No one came to pick up such good mushrooms, so I had to get them for free."

Ye Xinran squatted down and put the morels into the basket.

Because it hasn't rained for a long time, the mushroom umbrellas are a little dry.

But this is just right. If there is enough rain, such big mushrooms will probably rot.

Boletus mushrooms grew in patches, and Ye Xinran's attention was completely attracted by the mushrooms, and she didn't notice that she was going deeper and deeper.

She didn't stand up until she had picked up all the mushrooms on the ground and the basket was half full. Only then did she find that she could not see anything.

Why is there such thick fog!

When the eyes cannot see clearly, the ears become extra sensitive.

In the thick fog, Ye Xinran suddenly heard the sound of gurgling water.

Although the sound of water is not loud, it is particularly abrupt in this quiet forest.

Ye Xinran was sure that she had not heard wrongly.

"Is there a spring in the mountain?"

Ye Xinran slowly walked towards the sound.

She walked very carefully, testing each step before taking it firmly.

After walking for about 20 minutes, she suddenly felt her shoes were a little wet, and she knew she had arrived.

She squatted down and found a small tributary.

The tributary meandered down the ground, carving out a shallow ditch.

Ye Xinran was a little surprised.

Generally speaking, the appearance of such tributaries on the mountain means that there must be underground water sources on the mountain.

Now she finally figured out why there was so much fog on the mountain. It was all because of the underground water!

She continued up the tributary.

It didn't stop until it came to a large rock.

This water flows out from the rock.

According to Ye Xinran's experience, water flowing out of the cracks in the rocks means that the source of the water is most likely under the rocks.

Judging from the thickness of the fog, the underground water storage in this mountain should be very large. If the water from the mountain can be diverted underwater, would it solve the villagers' water problem?

Thinking of this, she no longer bothered to pick mushrooms and walked down the mountain with the basket on her back.

As the sun rose slowly, the fog on the mountain became thinner and thinner.

By the time Ye Xinran reached the foot of the mountain, the fog on the mountain had completely dissipated.

She looked back at the lush green Milu Mountain and felt that the mountain had lost its mysterious color before her eyes.

It turns out that everything has a traceable path.

She went straight to the village head's house, but heard the village head's wife cursing again.

"Come on, you are so old, how dare you fight with those youngsters?

Fortunately, your ancestors have done good deeds and blessed you in this life.

If the pickaxe hadn't been digging crookedly, it would have completely split your head. I wonder if you can continue to work here!"

Upon hearing that the village head was injured, Ye Xinran immediately pushed the door and walked in.

"Aunt Lizheng, what happened to Uncle Lizheng?"

When Li saw Ye Xinran, she felt like she saw a savior. She grabbed Ye Xinran's hand and pulled him into the inner room: "Look, look, he is an old man injured like this, like a blood gourd. I was almost scared to death when he came home.

I have told him so many times that his temper is worse than his age! He just doesn't know how to restrain himself when things happen."

Ye Xinran looked up and saw that his head was wrapped with several layers of fine cloth, and there was still blood on his face and neck.

But he didn't seem to care, and he kept smiling. After listening to his wife's accusation, he defended himself: "I asked Zhuzi to move the stones they were blocking, but those little bastards actually wanted to attack Zhuzi.

I took these kids with me, how could I watch them get hurt? Luckily I was quick enough to stop him. "

Li was so angry that she reached out her hand and tapped the village head on the forehead twice: "You, you care about this and that, don't you know how to care about yourself?"

"I tell you, my injury was not in vain!" The headman grabbed his wife's hand and said soothingly, "That old fellow Zhao Fusheng wanted to hide behind the young man, but now that I'm injured, he doesn't dare to hide anymore.

With the injury on my head, if I stand in front of the county magistrate, Zhao Fusheng will have to kneel down and admit his mistake to me.

Now, in order to prevent me from complaining to the county magistrate, he had to promise me that he would never block our water upstream again. At least the village still has water to use, right? "

Ye Xinran could see that although Li was angry, she was more distressed.

Now that the head of the village had given in and explained, she immediately lost her temper.

He was just busy using a soft cloth to help Li Zheng wipe the blood off his face and neck.

"Even if he doesn't stop it, the water in the river will get less and less. In another month, the flow will naturally dry up. What should we do then?"

Li was also worried about the village's water supply and couldn't help but speak out.

"Let's take it one step at a time!" the village head sighed.

"There will always be a way out when the car reaches the mountain. If God has mercy on us, he may send us a savior!"