Traveling through 70's wine

There were also a few trees beside the small lake. She walked across the hillside and headed towards the bamboo forest on the hillside. The grass was soft, the air was moist and fresh, and the wind blowing from somewhere unknown stirred up ripples on the surface of the lake.

The bamboo leaves rustled, the bamboo grew quite lush, and you could even see bamboo shoots.

After walking for half an hour, they still hadn't gotten out of the bamboo forest, but Wen Qing discovered a small bamboo building.

This is a small one-story house, 12 meters wide and more than 3 meters high, with 3 windows on the bamboo wall. Wen Qing pushed the door and it opened easily. It was not locked.

When I walked in, I found it was a small courtyard. There was a large room at the entrance with a table, four chairs, and a desk against the wall near the gate.

There was a room on the left side of the big room, with a bunk bed in it, covered with a bamboo mat, and a wardrobe. There were no clothes in the room, only quilts, which did not feel damp to the touch.

After leaving the bedroom, there is a patio behind, and through the patio there are two rooms. One is the bathroom, which contains a large bamboo tub, probably a bath tub, and there are bamboo pipes on the wall connecting to the bath tub.

Wen Qing immediately thought of the faucet. She looked at the bamboo tube carefully and found a bamboo piece on it. She lifted the bamboo piece and the water flowed into the bamboo tub for bathing.

She walked to another room. There were three bookshelves in a row in the room. There was a desk and a chair near the window. It was obviously a study room, and the furniture in the room was also made of bamboo.

The things in this place don't look modern. They look antique, but there are no carvings and you can't tell their age.

She continued to search in the study. There were two rows of bamboo slips on the bookshelf. Wen Qing picked up a bamboo slip, on which was engraved the Book of Changes, which had a total of thirty volumes. The others were Lianshan (36 volumes), Guizang (22 volumes), and Geographical Exploration (58 volumes).

Wen Qing didn't quite understand the characters on the bamboo slips. They looked a bit like seal script and looked very difficult to read.

On the last shelf were a dagger, a crossbow, and a piece of jade.

She picked up the dagger, which was only one foot and two inches long and two inches wide. It was shining with a cold light and was extremely sharp.

The crossbow is one meter long, with twelve arrows about three feet long placed next to it. The crossbow has a beautiful shape and the arrows are also cold and intimidating.

She picked up the arrow and bow, walked outside the bamboo house, drew the bow and arrow, aimed at a green bamboo pole 50 meters away, loosened her right hand, and the arrow shot out like a flying arrow, and "snap" it deeply penetrated the bamboo pole.

Wen Qing was very happy. Her eyes were still accurate and her hands were still steady.

She picked up the piece of jade, which was a piece of Lantian jade with white and green color, about the size of a palm, with some patterns on it. She touched the patterns on the jade piece carefully with her fingers.

Suddenly, as if she was electrocuted, a current hit her brain with a buzzing sound. In a flash, Wen Qing saw a figure practicing martial arts, jumping up and down, with fierce moves and murderous aura.

She was startled for a moment, then realized that the figure was not targeting her, but was demonstrating a move, practicing it over and over again.

Wen Qing watched his steps carefully, moving forward and backward, retreating to the left and advancing to the right, and then looked at the movements of the figure's hands, which were mainly palms, clapping to break stones, and occasionally changing palms into claws, tearing, grabbing, and cutting with great force.

Wen Qing had also practiced military boxing before, and she was so excited that she couldn't help but practice it. She immersed herself in it over and over again and no longer felt weak.

After practicing for an unknown amount of time, the figure disappeared. Wen Qing practiced the palm technique until she was familiar with it, then she stopped the moves and sat down on the spot.

Hearing the rustling of bamboo leaves, I recalled the set of Kung Fu I had just practiced. The moves were not complicated, but they were just enough to bring human strength to the extreme.

She took out the jade piece again, and saw that its shape was a bit like a figure meditating, with lines running through the human body. "Could this be the route for practicing martial arts?"

She sat cross-legged and began to meditate according to the lines on the jade piece, imagining that there was gas flowing through her body. After practicing for a while, she didn't feel anything, so she stood up.

She walked out of the main bamboo building, returned to the foot of the hill, and looked at the grassland again. She found that the sky seemed to have not changed in such a long time since she came here. She felt a little anxious. Where on earth was this place and how could she get back?

Wen Qing thought of the rebirth and time-travel novels she had read before. There were all these miracles of caves and spaces. Could this also be space? How did the books get out? She silently said to herself: I want to get out.

Sure enough, after a dizzy spell, she found herself back in the attic, and she didn't know how long she had been in that space.

Wen Qing got up and walked down the stairs, opened the door, looked at the sky, and estimated that it was almost noon.

She quickly found the can of corn, grabbed a handful of corn dregs, a handful of sorghum rice, and pulled a handful of sweet potato leaves from the vegetable garden beside the yard.

Boil water, wash the corn residue and sorghum rice and put them into the water, stir constantly with a spatula to prevent them from sticking to the pot. When the paste is almost ready, add the chopped sweet potato leaves, and finally add a little salt and serve in a large bowl.

He prepared another bowl of cornmeal and added a little flour. He took out some firewood from the stove, leaving only a low fire. He brushed a little oil in the iron pan, poured the batter into the pan, and spread it into a pancake.

Finally, take out a few pickled beans from the kimchi jar and cut them into small pieces.

Wen Qing had just brought the prepared food to the table when Wu Qing came back.

She hurriedly said to Wu Qing: "Sister Qingqing, the meal is ready, just wash your face and eat."

Wu Qing said, "Xiao Qing, are you feeling better? Don't get too tired."

Wen Qing said: "It's much better now. Cooking is not tiring anymore."

The two sat down and looked at the porridge, pickles, and bread on the table. Wen Qing said, "We don't have much food left. It will take more than two months before the millet is harvested."

Wu Qing said: "We haven't eaten meat for three months. I really want to eat meat. Woo, woo, woo."

Wen Qing said: "There is also a piece of bacon, which is for eating during the autumn harvest.

After dinner, Wen Qing said, "Sister Qingqing, you should take a rest at noon, as you still have to work in the afternoon." After that, she cleaned up the dishes and washed them.

Wu Qing is from Jiangnan, three years older than Wen Qing. He went to the countryside after graduating from high school and has been here for three years.

She was the eldest child in the family and had a younger sister and two younger brothers. Her parents were both workers. The letters from home always said that the family was in financial difficulties and they hoped that she would send some food back home.

Wu Qing was a typical Jiangnan woman, thin and weak. She usually earned only 5 or 6 work points a day, and the food she received at the end of the year was not enough for her to eat.

When I first went to the countryside, I was given grain. Seeing the sadness in my parents' letters, I saved my food rations, borrowed money for postage, and sent 20 kilograms of corn back home.

Instead, her parents blamed her for not sending rice. Wu Qing was very hungry for a while that winter. Later, she wrote to her family and complained a lot, but she did not receive any money or bills from home.

Wen Qing has not received any word from home since she went to the countryside.