Chapter 61: Baby Learns Martial Arts

  The sun is shining brightly, with a vast blue sky.

  The green bamboo forest sways its waist branches, and under the sunlight, it looks so charming and moving.

  Song Wen rode his motorcycle on the mountain road, looking at the lush green bamboo on both sides of the road, breathing in the fresh fragrance of the bamboo forest, and all his worries were swept away.

  Suddenly, he saw two little girls carrying backpacks walking slowly in front of him, and couldn't help but wonder, hadn't he already set up a bamboo gate ahead and written "Private territory, no entry for idle people"? How did these people still manage to sneak in?

  However, there were occasionally two fish that escaped the net, which was normal. He didn't mind and drove his motorcycle past the two of them with a roar.

  "Baby, look! Someone is coming." The sparrow exclaimed as it saw a motorcycle passing by.

  Originally, the bamboo forest looked very beautiful in pictures and thought it would be fun to visit. But when I arrived, it was completely different from what I expected. The bamboo forest looks beautiful but is too desolate, there are no people at all, it's quiet and scary, making her nervous and worried that a few people might suddenly rush out to rob or murder.

  "Of course there are people who aren't on the map, can't you see that there are still houses?" Baby said nonchalantly, as if everything was under her control.

  "Oh, let's hurry up and go! To the front!"

  As she spoke, the sparrow quickly walked forward.

  Having a house means having a home, having warmth and a sense of belonging. It's not necessary to stay in this vast bamboo forest, cold and desolate, making one feel anxious.

  Song Wen returned home and went to fetch a hoe to dig holes in the front yard for planting trees.

  The front yard is a one-hall, two-room house with two wing rooms on either side. The left room is the kitchen and the right room is for storing miscellaneous items. Song Wen wanted to plant trees in the empty space between the wing rooms and the gate of the courtyard.

  Soon, Song Wen dug two big pits, then went to the back and scooped some cow dung and chicken duck dung into the pit, covered with a layer of soil, and planted the jujube saplings and apple tree saplings, and watered them with the spring water from Ruyi fan.

  He planted a good tree, then came to the backyard, took a knife and cut five mouths on the grape tree head, left and right, up and down, in five layers. Then he inserted the grafted branches of the purchased grape seedlings into them, tied them well, sprayed water from the Ruyi fan, and hung a water bottle to prevent the grape seedlings from dying. He even used plastic film to build a transparent small house for the grape tree to avoid frost damage.

  After grafting the grape, he will sow the bought vegetable seeds in the already prepared vegetable field, water them, and then take a small basket out of the yard to pick some osmanthus flowers to dry for later use in tea or making osmanthus cake.

  As I walked out of the bamboo forest, a small stream suddenly appeared before my eyes, with a small bridge on it and houses by its side. It was like the legendary Shangri-La. The sparrows couldn't help but chirp loudly.

  It's not because this side is beautiful, but because she was really fed up with the quiet and gloomy bamboo forest on that side. Suddenly, she happily rushed onto the bridge. Baby also followed closely behind.

  Arriving at the wooden bridge, sparrows chirped happily.

  Suddenly, she felt as if there was a faint scent of flowers floating in the air, smelling very good.

  "Hmm, it seems to have a fragrance."

  "It's the fragrance of osmanthus."

  The baby sniffed and said, turned his head to look around, found a blooming osmanthus tree by the lake not far away, and ran over.

  The sparrow hurriedly followed up.

  "Wow, it smells so good!" The sparrow came under the tree, smelling the strong fragrance of flowers with its eyes closed in ecstasy.

  "Of course, osmanthus is the most fragrant."

  The baby naturally said, looking around, and then said to the sparrow: "Hurry up and take out the bag, we'll pick some osmanthus flowers to make red date silver ear osmanthus flower soup. My grandmother said it can nourish blood, nourish face, regulate menstruation, and activate blood circulation, with a lot of effects! In my grandma's words, after eating it, you will become 'white and tender, like a young swallow, with water flowing over the branches.'"

  The baby held up her lovely face and made a white, chubby, and tender expression.

  "Really?" The sparrow heard and had some movement.

  "Why would I cheat you? Hurry up and bring out the bag to pack."

  As she spoke, she took out a small bag from her backpack and looked around cautiously before climbing the tree to pick something. Judging from her skilled movements, it seemed like she had done this many times before.

  Suddenly, the sparrow tugged at her clothes and pointed to a pile of black things on the ground, asking: "Baby, what's this?"

  In front of me is a pile of cow dung, which has not dried yet, and several white mushrooms have grown on it.

  Sparrows grew up in the city since childhood, except for going to school and going home, they were fed and clothed by others. They may have seen cows on TV, but never heard of cow dung.

  "Cow dung." The baby glanced over and said.

  "Ox dung, which dung? The struggle of niu or the rage of qing?"

  The sparrow curiously squatted beside the cow dung, observing it, and even found a twig from the side to poke at it.

  "It's not, it's dung, just cow dung. Huh, how did mushrooms grow?"

  Upon closer inspection, the baby saw that there were white mushrooms growing on the cow dung. She had never seen them before and was curious, so she squatted down to study them.

  While watching, he also picked up a branch and swept away the fine soil on top of the cow dung. Suddenly, several small black insects crawled out from inside.

  "This is called 'dung beetle', my grandma's side calls it a push-out machine, I heard that all day long it pushes cow dung." The baby pointed at the little bug and introduced it to the sparrow.

  "'Dung beetle', what an unpleasant name."

  "Mind your own business. Sparrow, can this mushroom be eaten?"

  "Can't eat it?"

  "Why don't we pick some and take them back to try?"

  "I'd never eat something grown from cow dung! How disgusting!"

  The sparrow's protest dispelled the baby's idea of bringing some cow dung-grown white mushrooms back to cook, and also prevented two ignorant girls from accidentally eating poisonous mushrooms and having an accident.

  Song Wen walked out of the yard with a small basket, and saw the two girls who were previously in the bamboo forest squatting in front of a pile of cow dung, pointing and gesturing at each other, seemingly doing something, so he curiously walked over.

  The baby felt someone approaching, lifted his head to look, and found a messy-haired, bearded, and seemingly vicious-looking uncle staring at him. He glared at the man and shouted, "What do you want?"

  The sparrow heard the sound and looked up to see a stylish middle-aged uncle.

  Song Wen was curious about what the two were doing squatting in front of the cow dung and didn't respond to Baby's words, so he walked over.

  The baby looked up and jumped up, clenching his fists and shouting: "Don't come any closer, or I won't be polite! I know martial arts!"

  The sparrow listened and couldn't help but admire him, with stars almost shining in his two eyes.

  Song Wen wouldn't be intimidated by this little girl, glanced at her fist, thought to himself that this was also a national art, held back his laughter, and walked forward a few more steps, leaning in to take a closer look.

  The baby looked at him with a suspicious expression, thinking he had some unclean thoughts, and suddenly shouted: "Snake Fist, Mantis Fist, Tiger-Crane Double Form Fist."

  She shouted while demonstrating the classic moves of Snake Fist and Mantis Fist, but when she got to the Tiger-Crane Double Form Fist's "Single-Legged Flying Crane" move, her footwork faltered and she fell backwards with her hands raised, landing on a pile of cow dung behind her. Her back was instantly covered in cow dung, looking utterly disheveled.

  Song Wen looked at it and burst out laughing heartlessly.

  The sparrow's eyes widened in shock, its beak gaping so wide it could almost swallow a fist.