The little girl from a farm family has a big wish to make a fortune by farming and picking mushrooms

Are they all going back?

Seeing this scene, Zhou Mingshu's heart suddenly tightened. It was over. No one would cover for her...

As soon as she reached the door of her house, she saw Zhu coming out in a hurry.

"Auntie..."

"Hey, where have you been? You scared me to death. I was just about to go look for you."

Zhu took off her backpack and found it was quite heavy.

"What is this? You even picked some flowers and came back. Did you sneak up the mountain?"

Seeing his mother in front of him looking nervous, Zhou Mingshu smiled guiltily.

As courageous as she was just now, she is as cowardly now.

"I saw you all picking rice ears, and I felt that I wouldn't be able to pick any if I went there, so I wondered if I could find some good things in the mountains. I won't dare to do it again next time, mother, believe me..." Zhou Mingshu's voice gradually weakened as he felt more and more guilty as he spoke.

Seeing her daughter was so cowardly, Zhu finally decided not to raise her hand to slap her on the side of her thigh.

"It's good that you're back. Go wash up."

Zhou Mingshu found a bamboo root from the corner and asked her elder brother to help her process it as she wanted to grow a flower.

When Zhou Mingqi saw the pink and tender flowers, he not only thought they were pretty, but also thought they were strange. They grew in spirals, one next to the other, but this did not affect their beauty.

When Old Mrs. Zhou came out of the toilet, she saw her third granddaughter busying herself in front of the water tank with her butt sticking out.

Knowing that she had secretly gone up the mountain, she was so angry that she slapped her on the butt. Let’s see if she would dare to do it again in the future.

"Hey, grandma, you're back. I want to tell you that I found something good. It looks a bit like ginger, but it doesn't look like Polygonatum odoratum. Come and take a look at what it is."

When Mrs. Zhou heard that the thing looked like ginger, she swallowed twice unconsciously, thinking that she had dug up Polygonatum sibiricum, but San Ya said it didn't look like ginger, and she became uncertain again.

Zhou Mingshu put down the ribbon in his hand and pulled her to the kitchen.

Zhu had already poured out everything in the backpack. The mushrooms were placed in one basin, the wild vegetables in another, and on top were a few pieces of 'ginger'. They looked like this year's young ginger, which was not spicy and could be fried directly.

"Hey, what is this? I don't know, is it the root of a weed?!"

Old Mrs. Zhou couldn't tell for sure whether it was a herb or not. If it was the tuber of a weed, it would be a joke.

"Grandma, that's impossible. Why don't you ask Second Grandpa? If Second Grandpa doesn't know it, you can ask Doctor Chen. He must know it. If it's a good thing, maybe you can get a lot of money."

"Yeah, that's true. Without further ado, I'll go see if his uncle is home."

Old Mrs. Zhou took a piece and went out, while Zhou Mingshu continued to tidy up her potted plants.

The bamboo roots were a bit hard, and Zhou Mingzhi had a hard time chopping them, but everyone was patient and slowly ground the uneven parts until the bamboo roots could stand completely.

She will trim the remaining bamboo stems herself, leaving some of them to retain their original beauty.

By the time the trimming was almost done, Zhu had already cooked two dishes.

She returned to the house and quickly looked through the recipe. She remembered that she seemed to have seen it before and it seemed that asparagus could be stir-fried directly.

Just to be sure, she wanted to confirm it again.

Sure enough, there was a slight deviation from my memory. It is best to blanch the wild vegetables in water.

Not long after, A Niang came in and asked, and Zhou Mingshu told her how to make Asparagus cochinchinensis, and then continued to make her bonsai.

After Zhu left, Zhou Mingshu sifted the dug soil and put it into a bamboo root container, and then carefully put the sedge grass in it.

Although her desk is old, it has a spacious surface. All the little gadgets she usually tinkers with are placed on it. In addition to some dead wood and gravel, she has now added flowers and plants, making it look more elegant.

She took the stick away and slowly knocked on the bamboo tube, slowly peeling off the chalk.

The whole piece of chalk was still intact, so she packed up the mess and went out.

"Second sister, look, this is the chalk I made."

Zhou Mingqi and his elder brother and younger brothers were painstakingly making bamboo tubes, saying that if they burned things like mugwort and herbs inside the bamboo tubes, it would be more elegant and unique, and less likely to leak. Several people were carving bamboo lids with knives.

Hearing this, several people put down the blades in their hands and looked at what Zhou Mingshu was holding.

It is white all over, short and thin, is this 'chalk'?

In their minds, handwriting is all black, and only very wealthy people use colored paints to paint.

Zhou Mingshu saw their doubts and said, "The original color of this chalk is white, but I can make any color you like. Just add some pigment to it. Without further ado, let's find a piece of wood and write something."

When Zhou Mingzhi and his companions said this, they became excited and immediately started looking for suitable wooden boards in the woodshed.

Since Boss Zhou's 'blackboard' had not been made yet, they could only give it a try.

The surface of the wooden board that was found was very rough and felt a bit uncomfortable to the touch. Zhou Mingshu used straw to sweep away the dust and cobwebs on it, and then wrote a few words on it.

“See if you can write it down.”

White words climbed up the wooden boards, and everyone had a happy smile on their face.

"Sister, you try it first."

Zhou Mingqin's name was suddenly called. She was stunned for a moment, then overwhelmed with joy.

"Okay." Her arms were shaking a little. She had never held a pen in her life.

She wrote the word "人" on the wooden board, and the feeling of writing was deeply imprinted in her mind.

Next came Zhou Mingzhi, Zhou Mingqi, Zhou Mingjie... and they all left their own words on the wooden board.

From the time they started learning to read and write, they just thought that they would just know how to pronounce a word when they encountered it. No one expected that San Ya would come up with a way to let them use a pen.

Use powder as a pen and wood as paper.

"Hehe, this one is just made for trial. I'll make more in a couple of days and we can share some then."

Zhou Mingqin turned her face away. She felt like crying. Once her father made the wooden board, they could write lots and lots of words.

"Sister, don't be so excited. This chalk can not only be used for writing, but also for drawing patterns. When the time comes, whether you want to make shoes or embroider handkerchiefs, you can just draw on the fabric and it will be ready. You can also wash it off when you are not using it."

No one thought that chalk could have this function, and they quickly asked if it could be used for other purposes.

Zhou Mingshu said nothing more, letting them discover it slowly.

The people in the kitchen also heard their conversation. Liu and Feng praised San Ya and Zhu for being blessed.

Zhu was so happy that she couldn't express it in words.

Old Mrs. Zhou went to her second uncle's house and came back with a smile on her face.

The reason is simple. His second uncle said that this is a good thing, a medicinal herb, and can be exchanged for money.

Old Mrs. Zhou was very satisfied with the result. She didn't ask how much money she could get. She said that she would go to the town with San Ya tomorrow to exchange these things for money.