Farmhouse Green Plum

The three of them left in a huff, threatening as they went: "We're going to pick all the thorny bubbles from other places right now, leaving none for you! Not even the green ones!"

The girl laughed loudly, not taking their threats seriously at all. Their purpose was not to provoke the bubbles at all.

Song Ying thought about it and felt that this was not a good idea. In previous years, everyone rushed to pick the prickly ash, but now they gave up on those from other places.

This is obviously abnormal. It would be bad if Song Tian and the other two noticed something about it.

So, she shouted to the three of them, "If you can do it on the first day, we can do it on the fifteenth! If you really dare to do this, we will cut down all the prickly ash bushes in the village, so that no one can eat it this year!"

After the three people left, they entered the cave and checked the herbs. Then they returned to the oak tree. Song Yuan was still crying at the foot of the mountain.

Song Ying walked to the edge of the cliff and shook the prickly ash: "Come up quickly, bring back what they picked."

Song Yuan wiped away his tears, raised his right hand, and said with tears in his eyes: "Sister, my hand is scratched, it hurts!"

Song Ying's eyebrows jumped and he saw that his clothes on his chest were all dusty. He must have run too fast or stepped on empty air and fell.

"Stand still, I'll be right down!"

She ran downstairs and carefully checked Song Yuan's condition. She found that he only had a scratch on the palm of his right hand. She breathed a sigh of relief, but then became worried again. Although it was not a big problem, she would inevitably be scolded when she got home.

She sighed softly and said, "Come on, I'll take you to wash the wound and apply some medicine on it. It will heal in a few days."

Song Yuan held her hand with tears in his eyes, crying out in pain.

On the way to the water, Song Ying picked up a handful of small tumbleweed from the roadside, washed the dirt off the wound, crushed the tumbleweed and applied it on the wound.

Pampas grass is a very common weed that can be found everywhere in wastelands, fields and roadsides. Farmers often use it to feed chickens and ducks. Although it has certain medicinal value, it is not accepted in medical clinics.

The dark green chopped grass mixed with the juice was refreshing and cool, and the burning pain in the wound was finally relieved a little.

Song Yuan slowly stopped crying and said fiercely, "I will tell grandma when I get home that my brother stole my thorn bubble and caused me to fall."

Song Ying raised her eyebrows, "Let's go eat some thorny bubbles first, many of them are ripe."

Speaking of prickly ash, Song Yuan's mood finally improved.

When they arrived under the oak tree, Luo Yanxing and others comforted him and told him how miserable Song Tian and the other two were.

Song Yuan stopped crying and said angrily that the beating was too light. If he were there, he would definitely punch Song Tian a few more times.

After hearing the harsh words from Song Tian and the others, he stopped eating the prickly ash and said immediately, "I'll pick them too. We can't let them pick them all."

"Don't worry, with what your sister said later, they definitely won't dare to pick them all." Xiaoxiang comforted.

Song Yuan held back his anger and said, "No, I must pick more than them today!"

As he said this, he jumped up, turned around and ran towards a point where a thorn bubble grew.

"Slow down, don't fall again!" Song Ying hurriedly warned, "Be careful of the thorns when picking them, don't prick your hands!"

After teaching the girls how to identify oak trees, Song Ying winked at Luo Yanxing and Xiaoxiang, and said to the others, "We picked enough yesterday. We won't pick more today, or we won't be able to sell them at a high price."

The girls had no objection, and one time, when they picked more plantains, the price was lower than at other times.

Song Ying glanced at the sky, and quickly began to scrape pine needles and collect firewood. When he had filled a backpack, he said to Yan Xing and Xiao Xiang, "I'll go over there first. If anyone asks, you can cover for me."

For more than a month, after collecting firewood every day, she would go to Dongsheng Mountain in Wutong Village to pick herbs. After Yuan Qing finished school, they would meet under the paulownia tree as agreed.

"Be careful not to be seen by others."

Although this incident has been going on for more than a month, Xiaoxiang is still worried and gives Song Ying detailed instructions every time he goes there.

"Don't worry. If I really meet someone, I'll just say I'm cutting grass to feed the ducks." Song Ying had long lost his initial nervousness and said in a relaxed manner, "Besides, once I learn a few more words, I won't have to go there so often."

There were also ripe prickly ash on Dongsheng Mountain. When Song Ying saw them, he picked them and wrapped them in leaves, planning to eat them with Yuan Qing later.

After school in the afternoon, when she was hungry, Yuan Qing taught her to read. She naturally didn't want him to teach on an empty stomach, so she would bring some snacks from time to time.

But she couldn't let Yuan Qing know that they were selling herbs to make money, so she couldn't bring food every time.

Now that the prickly ash is ripe, of course we have to make use of it.

In the middle of the evening, Yuan Qing finally arrived. After making sure that no one was around, Song Ying walked out and said, "You guys are leaving school later and later."

"Because the days are getting longer."

After explaining, Yuan Qing took out the "Thousands of Poems" and handed it to her, "Just like the previous few days, you look at it first and pick out the words you don't know, and I will teach you later."

Song Ying took the book and nodded. After learning "Thousand Character Classic", she knew a lot of characters. Yuan Qing then modified the teaching plan and gave her his textbook, letting her read it by herself first, write down the characters she didn't know, and then Yuan Qing would teach her.

She took out the thorn bubble and handed it over: "I just picked it, try it."

"The thorn bubble!" Yuan Qing was a little surprised, "The thorn bubble is already ripe."

"They just started to ripen in the past two days. Well, there are more ripe ones today. In the past few days, only one or two ripened in each cluster."

Yuan Qingwei was stunned: "You guys are watching me every day?"

"Of course, there are too many people and too little porridge. If I hadn't kept an eye on them, they would have been picked by others long ago. Your sister and the others should have been keeping an eye on them too. Maybe you can get some when you go back today."

Yuan Qing shook her head slightly, "Shanshan is so slow, the little she picked is not enough for her to eat."

"Then I'll pick them for you. I know a lot of places where prickly ash grows, and I can pick a lot every year.

Not only prickly ash, but also prickly ash and mulberries in a while, and wild sweet potatoes in June and July. Well, if you eat mulberries, you have to be careful, otherwise your hands and mouth will be stained with purple juice, which can't be washed off. "

At this point, she remembered a passage from the "Collection of Hundred Herbs" and added, "But it doesn't matter. I'll pick some unripe mulberries for you and rub them on the stains. They will absorb the color, and then you can just wash it."

"Is it possible to do this?" Yuan Qing was very surprised. After eating mulberries for so many years, the juice that was stained was difficult to clean, which has always been a big problem. This was the first time he knew that it could be solved in this way!

Song Ying said 'uh', "I discovered it by accident as well."

"Okay! I'll give it a try when the mulberries are ripe!"

After eating the prickly ash, Song Ying read the Thousands of Poems carefully, sometimes reciting them aloud. When he came across words he didn't know, he wrote them on the ground with a branch.