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"Acheng, what's wrong with you?"

Xie Cheng frowned and slowly got up from the ground: "It's okay, I just tripped."

As he spoke, he looked down at his feet and saw a raised mound of earth beside his feet, with some strange plants growing on it.

The other friends also gathered around and asked Xie Cheng with concern whether he was injured. Xie Cheng shook his head and said he was fine. Then, everyone was attracted by the plants on the pile of earth.

"What is this?" Xie Yuan asked curiously. He observed the plants carefully. The leaves of the plants were heart-shaped and the vines were intertwined. They looked very fresh and tender.

Xie Wanxing also came over and looked at the plants. Suddenly, a familiar feeling welled up in her heart. She recalled carefully, and a name gradually emerged in her mind - Chinese yam.

"This is yam!" Xie Wanxing said excitedly, with surprise shining in her eyes, as if she had discovered a treasure.

When Xie Cheng heard Xie Wanxing's words, he showed a puzzled expression: "What is yam? Can it be eaten?"

Xie Wanxing nodded: "Yam can be eaten, and it is very nutritious."

Now is a year of famine, and any food is extremely precious. At this moment, these edible yams in front of us are undoubtedly like a ray of hope.

Xie Lan asked, "Little sister, do you know how to process yam?" Xie Wanxing knew this thing, and from what she said, she also knew how to eat it.

Xie Wanxing's heart moved slightly. She did know how to process yam, but she couldn't show it too abruptly. She thought about it and decided not to say it directly. After all, she was still a child, and knowing too much would easily attract attention.

She blinked at Xie Lan and said obediently, "I don't remember much, but I heard Daddy say before that he should know how to prepare it before eating." There was a hint of uncertainty in her tone, making people feel that she only had a vague impression.

Xie Heng looked at Xie Wanxing expectantly, hoping to learn from her how to process yam. However, after hearing his sister's answer, he was a little disappointed. But he quickly understood that his little sister was still young after all, and it was good enough that she could remember what her father said.

"Then let's quickly bring these cassava back to show Dad." Xie Yuan couldn't wait to start digging yams. Although he was a little anxious, he was also very careful, fearing that he would damage these yams that could become precious food.

If this thing is really edible, it would be very useful to bring it back. Although the Xie family is not short of food, the other villagers are running low on food. In this year of famine, everyone is struggling to survive. If these yams are indeed edible, perhaps they can help those villagers in need at a critical moment.

"Hurry up, everyone, dig quickly, there are still a lot here."

Several boys immediately took action, wielding their crude tools and carefully digging up the soil. As the soil was turned over bit by bit, thick yams gradually emerged.

“Wow, there are so many!”

Everyone enthusiastically began digging for yams. Xie Lan carefully loosened the soil with a shovel, while Xie Heng squatted nearby, gently picking up the yams he had dug and setting them aside. Xie Cheng and Xie Yuan were also busy, searching for more places where yams were growing.

As time went by, a small pile of yams gradually piled up around them. Although the winter wind was biting cold on the mountain, beads of sweat appeared on the foreheads of the boys. They did not bother to wipe them off, and they only wanted to dig more yams to take back.

"There are still a lot here!" Xie Cheng shouted excitedly. Everyone gathered together and started a new round of digging. Their hands were covered with mud, but their faces were full of excitement.

Everyone dug hard, and soon a pile of yams piled up around them.

Xie Lan looked at the abundant harvest, his heart filled with joy: "That's great, let's quickly take these yams home."

They carefully put the yams one by one into the backpack, their movements as gentle as if they were treating precious treasures.

Xie Yuan gently picked up a yam and observed it carefully, his eyes full of amazement: "This yam is growing so well, it will definitely make my family happy." As he said, he carefully put the yam into the bottom of the backpack, for fear of breaking it.

Xie Lan was also extremely cautious. He placed the larger yams in the middle of the backpack and filled them with some smaller yams to ensure that the yams could be placed securely in the backpack.

"Be careful, these yams were hard for us to find." He whispered to the other brothers.

The others were equally careful, placing each yam carefully, trying to arrange the yams in an orderly manner. Soon, the basket was filled to the brim with yams.

"Alin, what's wrong with you?" Xie Lan looked at Xie Lin scratching the back of his hand, which was still red and swollen. A wave of worry surged in his heart, and he quickly grabbed Xie Lin's hand to stop him from scratching.

"Brother, my hands are itchy." Xie Lin frowned and said painfully. His eyes were full of tears, and it was obvious that he was tortured by the itching on his hands and could not bear it.

Xie Lan carefully observed the back of Xie Lin's hand and saw that it was severely red and swollen, with some small rashes.

Just as Xie Lan was getting anxious about the redness and swelling on the back of Xie Lin's hand, other people nearby also began to feel something was wrong with their hands.

At first it was just a slight itch and they didn't take it seriously, but after a while, the itching became more and more intense, as if countless small insects were crawling on their hands.

Xie Cheng couldn't help scratching his hand, and this scratching caused a terrible problem. The back of his hand instantly turned red. He looked at his hand in panic, only to see that the originally normal skin had become red and swollen, exactly the same as Xie Lin's symptoms.

"My hands are starting to itch too." Xie Cheng said anxiously.

Xie Dachun's son, Xie Yangyang, also started shouting, "Me too! What should I do?"

As he spoke, he rubbed his hands repeatedly, trying to relieve the unbearable itch.

Xie Wanxing knew what was going on immediately: "Did you break the skin of the yam when you were digging it? Did you touch the juice on it with your hand?"

They looked at each other, then nodded. Xie Lin said in a tearful voice, "Little sister, we didn't know the yam juice would be like this. Now my hands are so itchy and uncomfortable."

Xie Wanxing frowned, his face full of seriousness, and said anxiously: "I heard from Daddy that the juice of this yam can cause allergies. You guys should stop scratching it."

Xie Lan also quickly said, "Stop scratching it. The more you scratch, the worse it will get."

Although they were itchy and uncomfortable, they listened to their younger sister and older brother and forced themselves not to scratch. The itching felt like countless small bugs crawling on their hands, which made them almost crazy, but they could only grit their teeth and try to restrain themselves.

"Let's go back now and let Daddy see what to do."

Everyone started to prepare to go down the mountain, carrying a basket of yams. Along the way, they looked at the backs of their red and swollen hands from time to time, praying in their hearts that Xie Songlin could find a way to relieve their symptoms.