The delicate boy I picked up after traveling through the book is a big devil

After many days, Song Yu finally decided to go up the mountain to collect herbs. There were only a few herbs at home. If she didn't go into the mountains, she would really become a pauper.

She put on her backpack, picked up her sickle, took some dry food and a water bottle, and decided to stay in the mountains all day.

If you can pick up Ganoderma lucidum, ginseng or something like that, that would be the best. If not, picking up two eggs would also be good.

There are also benefits to not going into the mountains for a few days, as there are many new medicinal herbs growing.

Every time Song Yu collected herbs, he would keep one plant, one to ensure its continued growth, and the other as a mark for his claim next time.

So after coming here a few times, she can remember what herbs grow in which places.

Next time I come, I will go straight to the marked ones.

At the end of the day, the harvest was great. The backpack was filled with herbs and it was heavy to carry.

There are a few pheasant eggs on the top of the backpack, freshly baked, which I can cook at home to satisfy my craving.

When she got down the mountain, the sun had just set. If she had a camera at that time, she would definitely capture the gorgeous sunset in the sky.

"Doctor Song, you picked so many herbs today?" A farmer who was also returning home met on the road and saw the full basket behind Song Yu couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

Song Yu smiled and said, "I haven't picked them for a few days, so they've grown a lot."

The farmer smiled innocently and said, "How about I help you carry it back? It looks quite heavy."

Song Yu waved his hand and refused: "No, it looks heavy, but it's not much. And it will be here soon."

Song Yu now lives in a house at the entrance of the village, and she is indeed the fastest person to go back from outside the village.

After listening to Song Yu's words, the farmer saw that he was serious and said no more.

"By the way, I caught a few field mice today. I asked Erwazi to take them back and let his mother deal with them. When I get back later, I will ask Erwazi to bring you a bowl." The farmer said enthusiastically.

Song Yu's face changed slightly when he heard this, and he said unnaturally, "No, no, I, I don't eat voles."

"You don't want to eat field mice? Why not? They smell delicious when they're cooked." said the farmer.

Song Yu still refused: "I really don't want to eat it. Really, I'm not being polite, I don't want to eat it."

The farmer heard this and said with regret: "If you don't eat it, that would be a shame. My wife is an expert at cooking field mice."

"Well, thank you for your kindness, brother. I'm here now. You should go back quickly. My sister-in-law should be waiting for you to have dinner." Song Yu said and stopped.

On the right was the house where she lived, but the farmer had to go into the village.

Seeing this, the farmer said, "Okay, next time I make something delicious, I'll bring it to you."

Song Yu opened the door and entered the house, breathing a sigh of relief. She was really afraid that she would not be able to resist. She was not afraid of snakes or insects, but she was afraid of mice.

I am afraid of all kinds of rodents, including voles, hamsters, and chinchillas. I get goosebumps just by seeing the pictures of them, let alone eating them.

Putting down the backpack, Song Yu wanted to quickly clean out the herbs, otherwise the efficacy of the medicine would be affected over time.

I fetched some water from the yard and poured it into the basin, then cleaned the dirt from the roots of the medicinal herbs.

Carry out the first cleaning, after washing away the dirt, then decompose the medicinal materials.

Leaves, branches, and roots have different medicinal effects depending on their location.

After decomposition, a second cleaning is performed.

After the second cleaning, rinse it again and then place it in a sieve to dry.

Some herbs can be dried directly, but some need to be dried in time.

She went to light a fire again and process the herbs that needed to be dried.

After finishing everything, my back and waist started to ache again.

After finally getting a chance to rest, Song Yu thought of the person in the bedroom again.

I haven't seen you for a day, I have to go check on you.

As soon as he entered the room: "Are you awake?" Song Yu looked at the man sitting beside the bed.

She walked over and the man stared at her.

Song Yu walked to a position two steps away and stopped, looking at the man: "You, when did you wake up? Are you feeling unwell?"

The man stared at Song Yu for a long time, his eyes empty, confused, and with a hint of fear of the unknown.

"Who are you?" The man finally spoke, but his throat, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke with a hoarse voice.

Song Yu watched the man raise his hand and rub his neck, seeming to be uncomfortable.

As she answered, she turned and walked out of the house: "My name is Song Yu, and I saved you."

When she came back, she was holding a glass of water. She handed it to the man and said, "Drink some water. This is chrysanthemum tea. It clears the liver and improves eyesight, clears away heat and detoxifies, and is also good for the throat."

The man hesitated for a moment, took the tea and took a sip.

Song Yu waited until he finished drinking before asking, "What's your name? How did you get so badly injured?"

"I don't know." The man uttered three words, but Song Yu was stunned.

She spoke hesitantly and asked, "What do you mean by not knowing?"

The man said, "I don't remember."

"Don't remember? Lost your memory? How could that be?" Song Yu exclaimed, and then without caring about anything else, she took two steps to the bed and reached out to hold the man's hand.

But the man pushed her away reflexively with a lot of force, and accidentally pushed Song Yu, causing her to stagger back a few steps and finally fall to the ground.

"Ouch!" Song Yu fell to the ground, and subconsciously supported himself with his hands. After a while of friction, his hands felt hot.

I raised my hand and saw that my skin was scraped off.

The man was panicked for a moment when he saw this, and hurriedly explained: "Sorry, I didn't mean it."

Song Yu waved his hand: "It's okay, it's okay, I understand, I just want to take your pulse to see what's going on."

The man lowered his head, his whole body exuding a pitiful energy.

It was obviously Song Yu who was pushed and injured, but now looking at the man's appearance, Song Yu felt guilty.

"Um, can I take a look at it for you?" Song Yu asked cautiously.

The man looked up at Song Yu and nodded: "Okay, thank you for your help."

Song Yu waved his hands repeatedly and said, "No trouble, no trouble."

After a thorough diagnosis, Song Yu touched the back of the man's head and asked, "Does it hurt?"

The man replied, "It doesn't hurt."

After the examination, Song Yu was puzzled. She couldn't find the reason why the man lost his memory.

She asked tentatively, "You really don't remember anything?"

The man shook his head.

Song Yu sighed and said, "Maybe I'm not very skilled, so I don't know the reason for your memory loss. But, besides memory loss, do you have any other physical discomfort?"

The man nodded, then patted his legs and said, "My legs are weak."

Song Yu nodded: "This is normal. You have been lying down for almost half a month. Your leg is already broken. Although I reattached it for you, you still need rehabilitation to recover."

After saying this, she was afraid that the man didn't understand, so she explained in plain language: "You will recover if you walk more in the future."

The man nodded, and their eyes suddenly met. Song Yu felt that the atmosphere in the room was a little awkward.

Before the man woke up, Song Yu just treated him as a piece of warm meat, fiddling with him at will without a single thought.

But now the man was awake, and just looking at him made Song Yu feel uncomfortable.