It's hard for my elder sister. I rely on the mountains to farm and pay off my debts.

Zheng Hui bit her lip and said nothing. She just didn't like Song Zhi. She still remembered how she had slandered her grandfather's medical skills.

Seeing his granddaughter like this, Doctor Zheng patted her head with amusement and said, "Everyone makes mistakes, it's good enough to know how to correct them."

Zheng Hui turned her face away and muttered unhappily, "Grandpa treated her little brother so wholeheartedly, and she still said that about you."

Doctor Zheng's face was obviously a little lonely. He looked towards the north and said in a sad tone: "Azhi is not wrong..."

His medical skills were indeed not as good as those of his cousins. His once huge family was now reduced to only his old wife and granddaughter. If he had been willing to study medicine diligently, he might have been able to save his grandson's life during the escape.

When Zheng Hui saw her grandfather's melancholy expression, she realized that she had brought up his sad memories. Knowing that she had said something wrong, she felt very regretful and kept her head down in silence.

On the other side, Song Zhi turned into the western forest and found that several bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest had been dug up.

This was also within Song Zhi's expectations.

The villagers who have lived here for many years all know that this is a bamboo forest, so there is no reason why they don’t know that there are bamboo shoots in spring.

Fortunately, the bamboo forest was large enough. After walking a little further into the forest, we discovered fresh bamboo shoots that had just emerged.

She dug up all the bamboo shoots in her sight, and when she saw that there were about four or five pounds, she stopped.

After that, he cut two more bamboos and walked home carrying the bamboo basket.

At this time, Wu was sitting under the eaves with a few children spinning hemp rope. When Song Huan saw his sister coming back with a backpack, he immediately put down his work and ran over to help his sister carry the backpack.

Song Kang was a little slower to react, but when he saw his sister coming back, he happily went to greet her.

Song Zhi, surrounded by two children, walked into the yard. She put down the bamboo in her hand, then took off the backpack, took out the prickly ash wrapped in leaves, and handed it to her little sister, "These prickly ash were found in the mountains. Wash them and eat them!"

There is no child who doesn’t like sweet fruit, especially in this farming family that can barely make ends meet.

Song Huan happily took the big bag of wild fruits with both hands and ran into the kitchen happily.

Song Kang also ran after his second sister like a little tail.

Song Zhi walked over to Grandma, carrying a backpack, and said happily, "Grandma, I picked some herbs in the mountains today. Tomorrow I'll take them to the county town and ask if there's any herbal medicine shop that sells them!"

Mrs. Wu was obviously surprised to hear her granddaughter say this. Her granddaughter didn't know any herbal medicine. Could it be that the child was desperate and trying all kinds of treatments because of what happened yesterday?

She quickly stopped what she was doing and looked into the basket. Seeing that it contained nothing but ordinary weeds, she hesitated and asked, "Are these really herbs?"

Song Zhi nodded rapidly. She first took out the wild vegetables that she had deliberately placed there, and then pointed at three of the herbs and introduced them:

"Grandma, this is called Toad Grass, which can cure your cough. This is called Three-branch Nine-leaf Grass, which can be soaked in water and drunk to strengthen the bones and muscles. This is called Asarum, which can cure colds..."

Seeing her granddaughter introducing the herbs seriously, as if she really knew about them, Mrs. Wu couldn't help but look at her granddaughter again.

Song Zhi noticed her grandmother's hesitant look, but she didn't panic. She told her grandmother about her encounter with Doctor Zheng in the mountains today.

"Thank you, Grandpa Zheng, for telling me this time. Otherwise, I would have had to go through a lot more trouble to sell herbs in the city!"

Mrs. Wu was very pleased to see that her granddaughter was really trying hard to fulfill her promise from yesterday, and a rare smile appeared on her originally sad face.

Seeing that she had gotten away with it, Song Zhi continued, "Grandma, I have found a good way to treat cough. Just wait, I'll go and do it for you!" After that, without waiting for Wu to ask any more questions, she picked up the basket and ran away.

Song Zhi found an open space, sorted the herbs and put them away, and then began to tinker with the fresh bamboo juice.

She first found a few stones to build a simple stove, then cut the bamboo into several sections, piled them on the stone stove, and started to light a fire to burn the bamboo sections.

As the temperature rises, juice seeps out of the bamboo joints and finally drips into the bowl.

Beside Song Zhi, two children were squatting, eating the sweet and sour fruits with their heads shaking, while not forgetting to help Song Zhi add firewood.

As the temperature rises, juice seeps out of the bamboo joints, drop by drop, and finally gathers in the bowl.

Seeing that it was done, Song Zhi instructed her younger sister, "You collect the bamboo juice here. The bamboo juice will be good for grandma's cough. It's still early now, so go to the mountains to collect some medicinal herbs."

The eight-year-old child was already familiar with housework, and the little girl nodded repeatedly in response to her sister's instructions.

Song Zhi greeted the grandmother under the eaves again, then went to the back mountain with her backpack on her back.

When Mrs. Wu saw her eldest granddaughter running away in a hurry, she couldn't help but shake her head and laugh. This child is still so impatient.

Fortunately, now I understand the truth!

When the two brothers Song An and Song Cheng came back from outside carrying firewood, they saw the two children squatting in the yard playing with fire.

Song An couldn't help but frowned and said dissatisfiedly: "What are you doing, burning a fire in the yard! It wastes so much firewood!"

Song Huan puffed out her skinny little chest and said proudly, "I'm helping grandma make medicine!"

"Sister said that the water from bamboo shoots can cure grandma's cough."

Song An didn't believe that this thing could cure grandma's cough. He said, "What a waste of time!" and went straight to the backyard with the firewood on his back.

Song Cheng's gaze was attracted by the red fruit in Song Kang's hand and he stopped in his tracks.

Song Huan was a girl who was very good at reading expressions. Seeing that her third brother was staring at the fruit in her youngest brother's hand and his mouth was moving as if he was swallowing saliva, she whispered a few words in her youngest brother's ear.

Song Kang nodded, holding the small bowl and moving closer to Song Cheng, "Third brother, have some fruit."

Song Cheng looked at the bright red fruit and his hand reached into the bowl uncontrollably. When he felt the sweetness in his mouth, a smile appeared between his handsome eyebrows.

He didn't chase after his second brother. He dragged the small pile of firewood he had made and came to Song Huan, saying attentively, "Sister, I'll help you light the fire!"

Song Huan didn't want his six-year-old cousin to help him. The stove was simple and it would be bad if it was bumped.

She waved her hand, indicating that he and his younger brother should just watch, and took on the task of making the sauce.

When Song Cheng happily went to find his second brother, Song An rolled his eyes at him, "You are fooling around with them!"

There was so much work to do at home, and his younger brother was still messing around with them. Song An was feeling upset at the moment.

Who would have thought that a red fruit would be stuffed into his mouth. A sweet and sour taste would instantly explode on the tip of his tongue, instantly clearing up his originally sullen mood.

Song Cheng leaned his little head in front of his silent second brother and said with a smile: "Isn't second brother very sweet?"

Song An was too embarrassed to look at his younger brother's fawning look, so he raised his hand and pushed his head away, "Stop being so cute here."

"Brother, can we go to the mountains too?"

“No…”

The little guy suddenly wilted!