June is the time when the grass grows and the eagle flies.

Above the green trees and grass, a pair of goshawks soaring in the sky, giving people a feeling of vastness of the world.

Yin Wenbai led Song Wen and others down the canyon path, walked for a while, walked across a stream, and then walked through a crack between two mountains.

At the end of the crack, under a rock wall that extends outward, a wooden house made of weeds and soil stands. Not far from the house, there is a stream formed by springs flowing out from the mountain walls. There is a large paddy field beside the stream, with rice planted in the fields. Not far from the paddy field, there is also a vegetable field, with vegetables planted in the fields, and fruit trees planted in the mountains next to it.

At this time, an old man was holding a hoe on the vegetable field.

According to Yin Wenbai, the old man's surname is Li. He did not enter the Tao or worship Buddha. He practiced in the mountains for decades and only relied on the grains in the rice fields and vegetables grown in the vegetable fields to support himself. Although he lived a hard life, he was willing to live. People who practiced should have this kind of indifferent mind. Unfortunately, people are now fascinated by the prosperity of the world, and fewer such people are.

When the old man saw Yin Wen and others, he was stunned. When he saw that it was Yin Wenbai, he smiled and said, "Xiaobai, are you here to see your uncle again?"

"Yes, Uncle Li, I'm busy!" Yin Wenbai replied.

"Ho you some weeds, sit there, and wait until I hoe the weeds before I can bring you water to drink."

"You are busy!"

The group came to the stone pier in front of the wooden house to sit down. The stone pier was made of stones in the mountains. They were just knocked off the corners and were not polished. They were very rough. When they sat down, their butts were covered with bumps and they felt very uncomfortable. The table next to them was also a relatively flat stone, which was obviously modified.

When Song Wen came here, he put Luo Geng away so that he would not be seen and made a joke.

After a while, the old man came over after heeling the weeds, put down his hoe and went to the house to take a kettle and pour water for them to drink, and took out the mountain raisins he had treasured from the house for them to eat. Seeing that the old man was so enthusiastic, Song Wen and others were not polite and ate them with the mountain raisins. The things that naturally grew in the mountains were different, with a different sweetness, which was much better than those cultivated by people.

After eating a few bites of mountain raisins, Yin Wenbai took out a few bags of tea from the backpack behind him and placed it on the table and said, "Brother Li, this is the Wuyi Rock Tea and Anxi Tieguanyin brought to me from Fujian. Today I will take it here to give you a try."

"Oh, Fujian? It's far away." The old man said to look at the tea leaves.

Seeing Yin Wenbai take out the tea from his backpack, Song Wen felt embarrassed to eat the raisins. After all, it was picked and dried by the old man from the mountain with great effort. After eating other people's things, it would be bad if he didn't give it back. His mind flipped, and he quickly thought that there was something in his Ruyi fan that could be taken out for the old man. Those mountain delicacies and wild game picked from the mountain must not work. After thinking about it, there was only one thing, that was the dried sweet potatoes he made himself. There was a pile of dried sweet potatoes in Ruyi fan he made last year, which happened to be given to others.

So, as soon as he thought, he moved the dried sweet potatoes from Ruyi Fan to his backpack, and then pretended to take them out of the backpack and put them on the table, "Brother Li, this is the dried sweet potatoes I made myself. They taste good, so I'll give them to you to try."

Yin Wenbai looked at the dried sweet potatoes and said skeptically: "Did you make it yourself?"

"Of course, if you don't believe me, she knows best."

Xiaojun dug him up in anger. She knew what she knew, but she just ate some dried sweet potatoes. She didn't know so much. However, it was not easy to dismantle Song Wen's platform, so she had to nod.

"Oh, it's so rare. Come and try it." Uncle Li took the lead in picking up a red dried sweet potato and biting it. Don't look at others' old age, your teeth are not old, "Well, it's not bad, it's very sweet."

"Of course, this is the best variety in our place." Song Wen bragged: "Actually, you can grow some sweet potatoes here, which can be cooked or roasted at that time, and the taste will be very good."

"Can we grow it here?" Li Uncle asked. He had never grown sweet potatoes before.

There are only popular potatoes in Shaanxi, so there are a lot of potatoes. People who have been here joked: "There are three treasures in Shaanxi, potato chips, shredded potatoes, and potato soup." Because there are many potatoes, almost every meal is filled with potatoes, and the same is true for guests.

"Yes, of course, but you can only plant for one season." Song Wen said: "Otherwise, I will ask someone to express some sweet potatoes and sweet potato seedlings from home in the evening. In two days, Yin Wenbai will send them to you. You can plant them now and harvest them in autumn. Then you can put some sweet potatoes in the meal and cook them. They are sweet and delicious without the side dishes."

"No trouble!" Li Bo asked with a heart-warming look.

"No trouble, no trouble."

It's me that's the trouble, Uncle Li. Yin Wenbo said in his heart, but he didn't say it.

After a break, Yin Wenbai and others got up and said goodbye. Unexpectedly, Uncle Li waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, since he is here, he will give you something, so that people will not know that I am not as an elder, come in with me." As he said that, he walked into the house.

Yin Wenbai was overjoyed when he heard this and hurriedly called Song Wen and others to follow him. Song Wen and the others were confused by him, and somehow they had to follow him.

The wooden house seemed simple outside, but it was divided into two parts: living room and study. When a few people came inside, they saw Uncle Li standing in front of a simple table. After grinding the ink, he took a piece of paper from the side and spread it. Then he turned to Song Wen and others and asked, "I have nothing good, I can barely get through the word "only". I'll give you a few words. What do you want to write?"

After hearing his words, Song Wen and others looked at each other, but they didn't know what to do for a moment. Yin Wenbai next to him quickly reminded: "Tell me quickly, what words to write." You should know that the old man's calligraphy is top-notch, and he is hidden in the mountains and no one knows it.

After Yin Wenbai said this, Song Wen woke up and quickly said, "As long as it is Li Bo's handwriting, you can write anything."

Uncle Li laughed and touched the white beard on his chin, and Lao Huai was very relieved. Yin Wenbai next to him secretly contempts him, flattering the stinker.

Uncle Li thought for a moment, picked up a pen from the side and dipped it in the inkstone pond, and then started writing on the paper. For a moment, the pen was like a spiritual snake, and the words were like a dragon and a phoenix dancing, as if it was stormy waves.

Song Wen looked around and found that he was writing cursive script, and it was wild cursive script. He had also learned cursive script for a while, because cursive script was beautiful and it felt very fun to twist. Unfortunately, he was only three minutes long and he didn't learn it again after a while. So he barely recognized the words written by Li Bo. After thinking about it, he suddenly realized that what Li Bo wrote was Su Dongpo's "Previous Red Cliffs".

At this time, Li Uncle Li held the pen and seemed to have become a different person. He was not like an old farmer, but like a Confucian scholar who was full of knowledge.

Just as I was looking at it, I felt something poking around my waist. When I turned around, it was Yin Wenbai, and I didn't know what to do.

"I made money. A few pieces of dried sweet potatoes can actually let Li Bo write cursive script. You made money. Let's change it later. How about it? It doesn't matter if I don't like the handwriting Li Bo wrote to me. I still have some calligraphy and paintings at home, so I can exchange it with you?" Yin Wenbai attached to Song Wen's ear and said softly.

"cut."
Chapter completed!