I have been farming since I crossed over.

Everyone sat by the stream and ate pheasants, rabbits, and fish. Yang Minghao stood up and jumped, saying, "Oh, how comfortable!" Then he turned to look at Yang Mingxi and said, "Third sister, what else are we going to do? The backpacks are full. Should we just go home?"

Yang Mingxi looked at the backpacks. Her own basket was full, as were Yang Mingyu and Yang Minghao's. Only Zheng Huairen's basket had room for some. Seeing Yang Minghao's eager expression, Yang Mingxi nodded and said, "Go back. Pick some more herbs on the way home. Besides using them for yourself, you can also sell them to your uncle-master for a good price."

"Can it be sold for money? Then how much can the one we picked the most this morning be sold for?" Yang Minghao suddenly became interested.

Because they entered the depths of Changhu Mountain today, the herbal resources were very rich. She taught them everything they encountered and let them pick them.

Today, the most common herbs we picked were Bupleurum chinense and Isatis root. We also picked up quite a bit of Scutellaria baicalensis and Rhubarb. We also picked up some Leonurus japonicus, Rubescens rubescens, and Millettia reticulata. Although we won't be using them this time, they're all good herbs. The Zheng family's third and fourth sons still need three or four more herbs. The medicinal parts are mainly the seeds, so if we can't find them, we'll go buy some.

Yang Mingxi looked at Yang Minghao, thinking about the herbs she taught him to collect today. It seemed that they were mainly small bupleurum. She smiled and said, "You are really a money-grubber. The bupleurum you collected the most herbs today is mainly used for treating colds and typhoid fever. I don't know the specific price, but I will definitely buy it. You can collect more. I will teach you how to prepare it when you go back. The herbs will be more valuable after preparation."

Yang Mingxi finished speaking and walked out first. As Yang Mingyu listened to his sister's words, an idea occurred to him: if these herbs could be sold for a good price, then he wouldn't have to work part-time and could just go ahead and collect and sell them. So on the way home, Yang Mingyu worked even harder. It wasn't long before two more bundles of bupleurum were piled onto his backpack.

When they were near the lake behind the village, Yang Mingxi spotted a large yellow bark tree and quickly called Zheng Huairen over to peel a lot of yellow bark. Yang Mingxi looked at Zheng Huairen's backpack and found it was full. After thinking for a moment, she took off her outer clothes and wanted to bundle up the yellow bark and put it on top of her backpack.

Before Yang Mingxi finished taking off her clothes, Zheng Huairen pulled her up again and said, "It's cold, don't take off your clothes. I can take care of this. Put your clothes on and be careful not to catch a cold."

Yang Mingxi felt warm in her heart, smiled, and put on her clothes. She saw Zheng Huairen take out all the motherwort in his backpack, tied it with vines, and placed it on his backpack. There was a lot of space in his backpack, which was just enough to put the coptis chinensis in.

Yang Mingxi smiled and said to Zheng Huairen, "We're mainly short of Forsythia and Olea europaea, two of the most important medicinal herbs. They grow on trees, and we want to pick their fruits. You're familiar with the mountains, do you know where these shrubs are? They usually grow on sunny slopes."

After hearing this, Zheng Huairen brought Yang Mingxi and the others to a small hill by the lake above the village entrance. Pointing to a large patch of low shrubs in the east, he said, "The trees you mentioned should be over there. Sit by the lake for a while. I'll send the backpack back and bring up a bag, and then we'll go pick the trees." As he spoke, he took Yang Mingxi's backpack, carried it in his hand, and walked towards his home.

Yang Mingxi called out to Yang Mingyu and the other man who were picking plantain seeds nearby and said, "Third brother, after you finish picking the plantain seeds in that patch, go back. Brother Zheng has gone back to deliver the herbs. We'll go to the bushes over there and see if there are any forsythia or hollywood."

Yang Mingyu looked at his sister. Why is she so careless? Will she be at a disadvantage? But it was difficult to say it directly, so the only option was to give Zheng Huairen a warning. Yang Mingyu wanted to pick some more herbs and wait for Zheng Huairen to come back and give him some instructions. Then Yang Mingyu said from a distance: "Okay, then be careful. We will pick some more herbs nearby and then go back. You can sit over there and rest for a while."

After returning to her third brother's home, Yang Mingxi arrived at the lake. A portion of the water flowed out, forming a small river that flowed through the entrance of Changshan Village. It then merged with the river at Old Yang's home and flowed towards Qingshui County. Hearing the sound of flowing water from afar, Yang Mingxi headed towards it.

Soon, Yang Mingxi arrived at the break where the lake split off and saw a waterfall about four or five meters high. Because the lake was located at a high point, there happened to be a cliff here. The slow flow of water formed a small pool below. The water flowing down from above was slowed down in the pool before flowing into the small river below.

Yang Mingxi looked at the scenery in front of her and found it beautiful. None of the waterfalls she'd visited before were as natural and spectacular as this one. Standing on the top of the mountain and looking down, she could see Changshan Village, which was connected to the village, and Zheng Huairen's house.

Yang Mingxi suddenly missed Zheng Huairen. She wondered if he'd made it home yet? Would he find her when he came back? Then she walked a little further and found a cliff, about ten meters high. Five or six meters below the cliff, a gentle slope began to rise. At the foot of the slope lay a vast expanse of wasteland. Only near the river were there a few small thatched houses. Next to the houses lay a three-acre plot of land, planted with wheat, which was growing beautifully. Looking at the wasteland, Yang Mingxi suddenly had an idea: This is a perfect place to build a house. Backed by a mountain, with a small river nearby, it would surely be beautiful once the house was built.

Further ahead was another large, gentle slope, at the foot of which lay Zheng Huairen's thatched cottage. Yang Mingxi watched closely and saw that Zheng Huairen had already left his house and climbed the gentle slope, almost reaching the wheat field. A moment later, Zheng Huairen climbed directly up from the side of the small thatched cottage, took a few steps to Yang Mingxi's side, and said, "Are you waiting impatiently? Come, have something to eat first, to fill your stomach." As he spoke, he handed Yang Mingxi a pancake.

Yang Mingxi shook her head and said, "You eat. I'm not hungry. I had a full lunch." Then she turned around and prepared to walk forward.

Zheng Huairen reached out and grabbed Yang Mingxi, saying, "Eat it first, while it's still hot. There's no rush." Then he handed the pancake directly to Yang Mingxi's mouth.

Yang Mingxi quickly reached out to take it, wanting to put it away and eat it later. Zheng Huairen said, "What else? You eat first, I brought several." Then he pulled Yang Mingxi forward.

Yang Mingxi ate while walking. After walking for quite a while, she belatedly realized that the two of them were too close. This was ancient times, and it was customary for children under seven to sit at the same table. Furthermore, if they were seen outside like this, it would be considered a secret meeting, and people would gossip about them, especially their reputation. Thinking of this, Yang Mingxi pretended to raise her hand to block the thorns beside her, then retracted her hand and took a few quick steps, moving further away from Zheng Huairen.

Zheng Huairen sensed Yang Mingxi's distance. They had been fine just now, so why had she suddenly drifted away from him? Was she shy? Did that mean she was interested in him, too? Should he ask? Or wait a little longer? Zheng Huairen was still struggling with his thoughts when Yang Mingxi suddenly called out, "Brother Zheng, the forsythia is ready to be picked. Hurry up."

Zheng Huairen looked at Yang Mingxi, who was so excited about the medicinal herbs ahead, and began to doubt himself again. He thought he should wait and see and try his best. He hurriedly said, "Okay, I'll be right there," and trotted over to Yang Mingxi.

Yang Mingxi pointed to the forsythia on the tree and said, "Hurry up and pick as many as you can. It'll be very effective for your family's situation." Then she prepared to climb the tree. This forsythia tree looked a bit like a smaller peach tree. Yang Mingxi planned to climb up and shake it a few times, then come down and pick the fruits from the ground.

Zheng Huairen quickly grabbed her and said, "You hold them in the basket below, and I'll pick them from above." After that, he jumped onto the tree, and immediately a forsythia rain began to fall below the tree.

Yang Mingxi turned around, grabbed the basket, and squatted down to pick it up. From this tree, she'd already picked up nearly half the basket. Yang Mingxi said, "Let's go a little further. The golden olive tree looks a lot like this one. The fruit is smooth, not as ridged as the forsythia, but the tree is bigger than this one. Have you seen one?"

Zheng Huairen thought about it and felt that he had really seen it not far ahead. He reached out his hand to pull Yang Mingxi. Yang Mingxi understood what Zheng Huairen meant and hurried forward.