Traveling through 70's wine

Chapter 122 Qinling Mountains

The next morning, the townspeople went to check the timber on the roadside, but there was no sign of her.

Wen Qing returned to the Qingshui River, walked north along the riverside road, passed through Jiange and entered the Qinling Mountains.

Qinling Mountains is not a single mountain, but a mountain range. As far as the eye can see, there are only rolling hills and dense forests.

After reaching the top of the mountain, Wen Qing drove the car to a pass, put the car into space, and went into the mountains to collect herbs.

The Qinling Mountains are rich in medicinal resources, especially in the deep mountains where there are few people. Many polygonatum, ganoderma lucidum, pinellia, arisaema, codonopsis pilosula, and astragalus membranaceus have been found.

After picking the herbs, she continued driving forward, and along the way she bought some beech, oak, camphor, Chinese pine, and metasequoia, which could be used in future decoration and furniture making.

Later, she drove along the Baoshui River. When the car reached the Baoxiadao, the ancient road was very dilapidated and narrow, not suitable for cars.

Wen Qing took out his motorcycle and rode on the Baoxiade Road. This road was built during the Qin and Han Dynasties. After two thousand years, it has long lost its former glory. The road is overgrown with weeds and the plank road along the river has completely disappeared. One can only walk on the small path.

The journey was very quiet, with dense green forests on both sides. Walking on the mountain path, you can see mountains in the distance. It is a paradise for wild animals. From time to time, you can see rare animals such as golden monkeys, crested ibis, red-bellied tragopans, and even more squirrels and wild goats.

Wen Qing felt very relaxed as she stopped and walked along the way.

In the evening, she stopped by a creek, fished out two small fish weighing more than a pound, killed and cleaned the fish, picked up some dead branches, and started grilling the fish.

While grilling, they felt the surroundings suddenly become quiet. Wen Qing looked up and found a leopard standing on the other side of the stream, staring at this side.

Wen Qing ignored it and just silently prepared herself for defense. The leopard looked at it for a while, felt the human's presence was very strong, and walked away wagging its tail.

After eating the grilled fish, Wen Qing entered the space to rest. She didn’t want to become food for wild beasts in her sleep.

Wen Qing traveled through the Qinling Mountains, riding a bicycle when there was a road and walking where there was no road, appreciating the beautiful scenery of the Qinling Mountains.

The Qinling Mountains are not only rich in flora and fauna, but also in many minerals. She discovered a kind of colorful stone in a valley. The colors were bright, red like blood, pink like peach blossoms, and white like solidified fat. It was very beautiful. She picked up some at random and put them into the space.

After crossing Taibai Mountain, the road started to go down the mountain. Wen Qing took out the jeep again, and they were out of the Qinling Mountains in one day and finally arrived in Chang'an City.

When they were almost reaching Chang'an, Wen Qing saw that there were more cars on the road, so she went to a remote place, changed to a motorcycle, and rode into the city. Wen Qing went to a woods, and with the cover of the dense forest, she put the motorcycle into the space.

After waiting in the space for an hour, she finally came out of the dense forest.

Wen Qing found a hotel along the quaint street, booked a single room, put her things away, and went to a restaurant on the street to eat. She ordered a mutton soup bun.

After a while, the waiter brought an empty bowl and a piece of dough. Wen Qing broke the dough into small pieces the size of a fingernail, and then put the bowl aside. Seeing this, the waiter brought the bowl in again, and soon brought over a bowl of hot soup noodles.

Wen Qing saw that there was a layer of thinly sliced ​​mutton on top, so she picked up a piece and put it in her mouth. The mutton was tender, the soup was delicious, and the noodles were soft and delicious after absorbing the soup.

After eating a big bowl of mutton soup with steamed buns, even the coldness of the night was alleviated a little.

Chang'an is a famous ancient capital with a long history. Countless legends are scattered among the people and various historical sites can be seen everywhere.

Now that she was here, Wen Qing decided to go for a walk.

The first stop was the Terracotta Warriors. Early in the morning, Wen Qing went to Xinhua Bookstore to buy a map of Chang'an and found the location of the Terracotta Warriors Museum.

After changing buses several times, it was almost noon when we arrived at the museum.

She bought a ticket and entered Pit No. 1. Although she had been here before in her previous life and the current venue was rather simple, she was still shocked by the magnificent Terracotta Warriors and Horses formation, the mighty soldiers, and the agile war horses. It was as if she was seeing the mighty army from a thousand years ago.

Wen Qing also felt very emotional. No matter how glorious the past was, it would eventually fall into dust. In one's lifetime, all one can grasp is the present.

After coming out of the museum, Wen Qing walked towards the nearby street market to look for a place selling antiques.

It is a thousand-year-old capital, and it is said that you can find treasures by digging anywhere. There are always some scattered among the people, so she wants to try her luck.

After walking four streets, Wen Qing finally saw a few people selling old things in a yard. Seeing people coming in and out, Wen Qing also went into the yard.

When I entered the yard, I found that it was quite large. There were many people setting up stalls, including men, women, old people and children. The sounds of hawking could be heard one after another. It was a free market.

Wen Qing looked over slowly and saw all kinds of things for sale, including broken pottery jars, various porcelains, scrap copper and iron, old furniture, various stones, and even farm tools.

After looking around, Wen Qing was interested in several of the stalls. She walked to a stall selling pottery and asked, "Uncle, can I see the things in your stall?"

Old man: "Just look at it, don't break it."

Wen Qing picked up a pottery jar and looked at it carefully. The colorful paintings on the jar reminded her of the patterns of Yangshao culture.

This is an earthenware pot with ochre frog patterns painted on it. There is a crack on the mouth of the pot, but from the broken part, there is no sign of forgery.

I also saw a pottery jar with earthy red fish and bird patterns, one of the ears of the jar was broken.

Wen Qing picked up the pottery on the stall one by one and looked at them. After looking at them all, she put down the pottery in her hand, pointed at a few pieces of pottery and asked, "Uncle, how much are these?"

A lot of this kind of pottery was unearthed later, and it was not very valuable, but the few pieces she chose had symbols similar to words on them.

The old man asked for 100 yuan, 50 yuan and 30 yuan respectively for the three pieces of pottery. The 100 yuan piece was a painted pottery figure, in the shape of a kneeling person with a plate on his head. The shape was more complicated and the glaze color of the pottery was smoother than other pottery. Wen Qing bargained and bought it for 80 yuan.

Wen Qing wrapped the three pieces of pottery in newspaper and put them in her backpack.

They went to another stall selling farm tools. On the stall were metal plowshares, iron rakes, hoes, shovels, etc. Wen Qing picked up a sickle, a short-handled sickle. The wooden handle was gone, leaving only the iron curved sickle with rust on it. She also picked up an iron rod covered in mud, which looked like some kind of iron chisel. It also had no handle. Wen Qing bought these two items for ten yuan.

At this time, a quarrel was heard from a stall in front. Everyone looked sideways, and Wen Qing also went over to watch the fun.

This was a stall selling rare stones. A customer took a fancy to a piece of rock and agreed on a price with the stall owner. Then he changed his mind, thinking he had paid too high. The seller refused to agree, and the two of them started arguing. Under the persuasion of the onlookers, the buyer had to pay for the item.

Wen Qing saw that the matter was settled and was about to turn around to leave when suddenly a flash of green caught her eye, so she squatted down and looked.

There are quite a lot of things in this strange stone stall, including Yellow River stones, meat stones, petrified wood, and some unpolished mountain rocks. The green thing Wen Qing just saw was a piece of mountain rock.

Wen Qing picked up the stone and asked the stall owner, "How much is this?"

"30 dollars."

She pointed to a football-sized stone that was slightly red in color. "How much is this?"

"80 dollars."

After asking the price of several stones, the stall owner got annoyed and simply said, "This one is 100 yuan a piece, and this one is 80 yuan a piece."

Pointing to a pile of things outside the stall, he said, “Those are 30 yuan a piece.”

Wen Qing looked in the direction his finger pointed. The stones that cost 100 yuan each were brightly colored, while the ones that cost 80 yuan each were a type of stone called picture stone, which was a kind of felsic sandstone with natural patterns that formed various landscapes.

Wen Qing found it interesting and selected carefully. In the 100 yuan pile, she found a piece of Lantian jade and a piece of coral jade. In the 80 yuan pile, she found two picture stones with relatively delicate texture and profound artistic conception. In the 30 yuan pile, she chose the stone with a hint of green that she had just seen, a stone with a porcelain white luster, and a black stone. The total amount was 450 yuan. After negotiating with the stall owner for a 9% discount, she paid 405 yuan.

Wen Qing took out another bag and put the stones in it and carried it with her, instead of putting it in the backpack, mainly because she was worried that the stones would break the pottery jar.