Farmhouse Green Plum

The girls were less panicked and leaned over to look at the pictures in the book.

Song Ying turned to the page about oak and pulled his backpack over. "Look, this is a kind of medicine. There are leaves and pieces on the picture.

The leaves are obvious, but we don’t know if the lump is from a branch or a root, so we removed both and will go to the clinic to confirm later.”

Comparing the picture with the real thing, and considering Song Ying's achievements in identifying herbs, the girls believed that she was not wrong and quickly asked her where she picked them.

When they learned that it was a big tree, they were both surprised and happy.

They were worried because the wheat harvest was approaching and they would not have the chance to go out to pick herbs.

The former Da Xia, now Zhou Meiyue, asked tentatively: "Sister Song Ying, can we pick the tree you found?"

“Of course, we didn’t plant that tree, but be careful when you cut it down, don’t cut it all down.

Especially the roots, just saw off the unimportant tufts, and leave the main root alone. We can’t kill all the fish, but keep it alive, so we can make money from it in the future.”

Zhou Meiyue nodded desperately, "Okay, I understand!"

Suddenly, she froze for a moment and asked in confusion: "Hey, what fishing?"

"Well, it doesn't matter. The only thing we have to do is not kill the tree." Song Ying was both annoyed and happy.

What annoyed me was that I didn't choose my words well and ended up using flowery idioms. But what made me happy was that my conversation had changed without me noticing.

Song Ying was just about to lead them to where the oak tree was when a terrifying scream suddenly came from the foot of the mountain, like a sudden thunderclap, which frightened Song Ying so much that his scalp went numb.

Song Yuan on the side screamed and jumped up, hugging her waist.

Song Ying was so frightened that she was caught off guard and fell to the ground in his heavy hug.

Luo Yanxing grabbed Song Yuan by the collar, lifted him up, and asked with a pale face: "Song Ying, are you okay?"

Xiaoxiang also reacted quickly, helped Song Ying up, and asked in surprise: "Who is killing a pig?"

Song Ying rubbed his stiff buttocks and frowned, "It's not a pig slaughter. It's only April now, and it's only been a few months since the Chinese New Year. Every household hasn't finished eating bacon yet. How could anyone slaughter a pig?"

As he was speaking, two screams were heard from the foot of the mountain. The sound was sharp and full of pain.

The girls all recognized that it was a woman's scream.

Xiaoxiang swallowed unconsciously and said in fear: "No, it can't be that the robbers have entered the village again?"

Song Ying felt her throat dry, she felt this incident particularly deeply.

After the flood five years ago, bandits were rampant in Qingshui County. At that time, a group of bandits came to Xinghua Village, armed with kitchen knives and axes, and forced the villagers to hand over their last grain.

Her father had just died and the body was being kept at home. After the robbers left, the villagers stayed indoors and no one came to help with the funeral banquet.

The hungry family stood guard in the eerie mourning hall, smelling the stench of the rotting corpse and living in fear, fearing that the stench would attract robbers.

After the body was kept for seven days, it was quietly carried away for burial one morning. There was no funeral music, no crying, and no firecrackers.

She pretended to be calm and said, "Don't scare yourself. This year the weather is good, so there are no robbers. Besides, the county later arrested all the robbers."

Luo Yanxing looked at everyone and said, "Shall we go back to the village?"

The girls looked at each other and no one dared to speak.

Seeing this, Song Ying gritted his teeth and said, "Yan Xing and I will go back and take a look. You guys find a place to hide."

As he spoke, he told Song Yuan: "Follow Sister Xiaoxiang and the others, and don't run around."

Although Zhao Xiaocui was afraid, she saw two people younger than her standing up, so she forced herself to say, "I'll go with you."

Song Ying nodded and walked down the mountain.

Luo Yanxing passed her in a few steps and walked in front: "I run fast, I will walk in the front. If you see something wrong, you should run quickly."

The three of them went down the mountain trembling with fear. As soon as they reached the village entrance, they met Xiaohua's brother Wang Dalang.

Although they had had some unpleasant experiences with the Wang family before, they no longer cared about that at this moment.

Luo Yanxing quickly asked: "Brother Wang, what happened in the village? Where are you going?"

Unexpectedly, Wang Dalang ignored them and rushed past them, looking panicked and afraid.

Luo Yanxing, the most daring one, did not dare to move forward and turned around to ask, "What should we do now?"

Song Ying licked his dry lips, not knowing what to do.

"what--"

Another scream was heard, and this time, they heard clearly the direction from which the sound came, which was in the northeast of the village where Luo Yanxing, Xiaoxiang and Zhao Xiaocui lived.

Song Ying said to the two of them, "It's your family's side."

"It seems to be Ma Chun'er's voice."

Zhao Xiaocui further identified the owner of the voice, and thinking of the panicked Wang Dalang, she said, "Could something have happened to the Wang family?"

Only one person was screaming, so the possibility of robbers entering the village was very small. Song Ying's tense heart relaxed, and he immediately thought of something: "Is Ma Chun'er about to give birth?"

"Let me calculate," Luo Yanxing counted on his fingers, "When we celebrated our birthday at the beginning of winter, your grandmother said that Ma Chun'er was four or five months pregnant. Now it is mid-April, so that means she is ninety months pregnant."

She slapped her thigh and completely relaxed, "It's really possible!"

The three of them ran into the village quickly. When they passed by the village chief's house, they saw that the door was open. Luo Yanxing immediately shouted at the top of his voice: "Grandma Qian, Grandma Qian, are you home?"

"Yes! What's up?"

"Who in the village is screaming? Is Ma Chun'er about to give birth?" Luo Yanxing's voice was unconsciously tainted with a strong flavor of gossip.

Qian opened the door and saw the three of them. "Why are you back so early today? Where are your backpacks?"

No robbers entered the village, and the three men relaxed again.

"We heard someone screaming on the mountain and thought there were robbers in the village, so we went down the mountain to check."

"Pooh, pooh, pooh! Children should not be restrained in their words, children should not be restrained in their words!" Qian spitted several times in a hurry, and then glared at Luo Yanxing who was talking, "Laidi, spit a few times quickly, don't say anything."

Although their name change was accepted by their families, villagers still call them by their old names from time to time.

In the past, Luo Yanxing would have been patient enough to correct the villagers' mistakes, but today, she just wanted to go to the Wang family and make some sarcastic remarks.

After a few perfunctory spitting sounds, she turned to Song Ying and the others with great interest: "Let's go to Wang's house!

Oh my, they got married at the end of August, and it’s only April, and they’re going to have a baby, tsk tsk tsk!”

Thinking about how Ma Chun'er originally wanted to put the blame for "premature birth" on him, Song Ying decided to vent his anger!

"Notify Xiaoxiang and the others first."

Luo Yanxing turned around and shouted, "It's Ma Chun'er who is about to give birth. Come back quickly!"

During this conversation, they did not avoid Qian at all, which made Qian feel both amused and speechless.

However, she was the type who would not speak up when it did not concern her, and she secretly decided to stop her two granddaughters later.