nyslfriends Chapter 16, last item
Chapter 16, last item
The next day, Lin Ye walked out of the boxing gym, the scent of lavender shampoo on his body dissipating in the wind.
I glanced at the time; it was just past ten o'clock.
With a single thought, a monument appeared.
[Complete and fluid execution of the entire "Soul Whale Fist" routine (completed)]
With Yan Yi as his sparring partner, he mastered the one-finger hot line much faster than expected.
During his morning sparring session, he took the opportunity to perform the entire Soul Whale Fist routine.
"Only the last stack of slabs remains."
......
The minibus traveled along the winding mountain road.
The mountainside on the inner side of the road is covered with dense forests, and the sunlight filtering through the leaves creates slender, trapezoidal beams of light.
Several elderly people sat chatting in the seats by the car door, with handcarts loaded with various vegetables beside them.
Lin Ye sat in the back row by the window.
Looking out from the mountain road, several lush green mountains surround a mountain village in a valley, with a small river running through it.
I checked the location the merchant sent me last night on my phone; the name of the mountain village is "Yamada Village".
It is a mountain village located in a county outside the coastal city, surrounded by wild mountains and not much development.
It's considered a relatively underdeveloped area; most of the young people in the village have gone out to make a living.
I turned off my phone screen, and the vehicle drove down the mountain, making several turns.
We drove onto a dirt road and stopped at a bus stop after a few minutes.
After the vehicle came to a complete stop, the driver suddenly flipped over the engine seat in front of the minibus and yanked open the car door.
"Make sure you have everything! Don't forget anything! The security camera is broken! Don't come looking for me if anything's lost!"
The elderly people squeezed off the bus amidst a commotion, and Lin Ye got up from the back seat and followed them off.
After getting off the bus, the air, rich in negative oxygen ions, was incredibly fresh, and even my mind felt much clearer.
Looking ahead at the dirt road, a stone bridge connects to it, and a small river flows through the valley below.
A stone tablet stands beside the stone bridge, inscribed with "Yamada Village".
After crossing the stone bridge, the terrain ahead rises gently, forming a slope with several stone paths crisscrossing and clusters of houses nestled within.
Looking around, it felt like I was standing in a huge pit, surrounded by mountains on all sides.
The endless, undulating landscape stretches as far as the eye can see, a dark mass that seems about to collapse, creating a sense of oppression that makes one want to flee in panic.
After regaining my senses, I took out my phone to check the location, and after confirming my location, I walked into the village.
The village was somewhat desolate, with only a few chimneys emitting smoke. Some old houses had collapsed and were overgrown with weeds, and every now and then a few old cats would dart by.
Twenty minutes later, after climbing halfway up the mountain and almost leaving the village on the other side, a black brick and tile house came into view.
The courtyard wall in front of the house is made of stones and yellow mud, and is only a little over a meter high, so you can see into the courtyard at a glance.
A vine-like plant, resembling ivy, grows against the wall, bearing small, dark blue berries.
A boy of about ten years old sat by the wall, his shirt faded from washing, and casually picked a few berries and stuffed them into his mouth.
When the little boy saw Lin Ye, he unconsciously chewed a few times, then turned and ran into the yard.
"Grandpa! They're here! They're here!"
The little boy shouted and jumped, and an old man, nearly seventy years old, with gray hair and wearing a black cloth, walked out of the tiled house.
"Teacher Lin?"
The old man's eyes were cloudy, but he was still energetic and moved without any sluggishness, looking around the woods.
He didn't know if Lin Ye was a teacher at Coast University, but he used to call all the people who came to buy things "teacher," and those teachers were happy to hear that.
Lin Ye stepped forward and entered the courtyard without explaining anything. "It's me."
Looking at the old man in front of him, he couldn't help but feel a little surprised.
The mountains around here aren't scenic areas; they're all wild mountains.
Let alone the old man in front of you, even a young person would find it difficult to go up there for a short while, not to mention having to collect mountain products.
This old man is in much better physical condition than most young people.
The old man was relieved and patted his eldest grandson, "Go and get the sesame seed for the teacher."
The little boy glanced at the woods, rubbed his nose, and ran quickly toward the earthen house to the east.
"Please have a seat, Teacher Lin."
The old man led Lin Ye to sit down in front of the tiled house, took a clean purple clay teapot, and poured tea.
"They were all picked from the mountains. Your colleague said he liked to drink this, so I prepared some."
Lin Ye took the teacup and took a sip; a delicate fragrance rose from his nostrils to the top of his head.
"What a fragrant tea."
He didn't know much about tea, but he felt this tea tasted very good.
The old man laughed when he saw this, "Then I'll get you some later. It's not worth much; there's plenty in the mountains."
Lin Ye put down his teacup. "Thank you for your help."
Just as he finished speaking, a little boy ran out of the east room carrying a linen bag.
"Um!"
The little boy stood in front of Lin Ye, handed over the bag with both hands, and nodded vigorously.
Lin Ye took the bag and weighed it in his hand; it weighed over ten jin, almost twelve jin.
Pulling the rope releases a nutty aroma, revealing plump, sesame-like seeds.
I picked up two seeds and squeezed them. The fresh seeds weren't hard, so they flattened easily. I rubbed a layer of oil onto my fingertips.
I rubbed my fingers together, then brought them to my nose and smelled them. A rich pine scent massaged my scalp.
"There's nothing wrong with the goods."
Lin Ye smiled with satisfaction. With this oil yield, there was enough oil to rub all over his body after pressing it out.
"Teacher Lin, what do you think?"
The old man sat on the stool, leaning slightly forward, somewhat cautiously.
"I'll transfer it to you right away."
Lin Ye took out his phone and transferred 600 yuan directly.
The old man took out his phone from his breast pocket, glanced at the message, smiled, and gently patted the little boy's head with his other hand.
He looked at Lin Ye and said, "Teacher Lin, why don't you stay and have something to eat? We hunted pheasants in the mountains; you can't get them in the city."
"No, I need to go back and pack my things, so I won't stay any longer."
Lin Ye spoke without looking up, tying the bag tightly in his hand; he couldn't wait to go back and grind the oil.
Once you fulfill the final condition, you can unlock the [Whale Killing Hall Newcomer]!
"Okay! You're busy! I'll take the tea with you!" the old man replied quickly.
After tying up the cloth bag, Lin Ye stood up, and the old man also stood up.
Just as he was about to leave, Lin Ye suddenly remembered something and looked at the old man, "Grandpa, do you have any black snail-shaped grass here?"
The old man looked puzzled, thought for a moment, and gently shook his head. "I don't know."
Lin Ye sighed inwardly, then suddenly remembered something and took out his phone.
"This is it."
He opened the photo album and handed it to the old man; the picture was of the black snail-shaped grass.
The old man nodded repeatedly, "I recognize it! I recognize it! We call it sawgrass here."
After saying that, he looked troubled.
"These things are rare, and they grow on the shady side of cliffs, where there is moss and it's impossible for a person to stand on them."
"I can't get this."
The old man sighed and shook his head. If he were young, he might have tried hanging a rope down there.
But now, he really is old.
Lin Ye reluctantly put away his phone, but then his eyes lit up.
"Grandpa, you just said it was a cliff, right? Could you take me there to see it?"
The old man raised his head slightly, remained silent for a moment, and said, "Alright, I'll get you a sachet to keep insects away."
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Around noon, at the foot of a shady cliff on the outskirts of the village, two figures stood looking up.
"Teacher Lin, look, it's right there."
The old man pointed to the top of the cliff, which was about two or three hundred meters high and covered with dark green vines and moss. The spot he pointed to was near the middle of the cliff.
Lin Ye picked up his binoculars and looked over. Under the three old pine trees, several clumps of black grass swayed in the wind.
It looks like a spring, with slender branches and leaves, and serrated edges; it is the black snail-shaped grass.
Judging by the number, there must be at least twenty or thirty plants.