Crossing Over to Yamada Love

Mo Lan looked at the tree in front of her. This was probably the biggest tree they had seen today, about 3 meters tall, with many tender buds on it. Her father and the others were still picking them over there and hadn't come over yet. Mo Lan's thoughts drifted to another world.

There, the prickly ash shoots are known as the king of wild vegetables and are very expensive. However, because people don't take care of them when picking them, they often break a tree. Some even use sickles to cut the tree down. They also pick them regardless of whether they are old or young, which has led to fewer and fewer prickly ash shoot trees and fewer and fewer prickly ash shoots.

Both the root bark and bark of *Aralia elata* can be used medicinally, and are effective for edema, constipation, diabetes, and stomach cramps. It also has a calming effect, and regular consumption can be beneficial for neurasthenia. Furthermore, it may have some effect in treating hepatitis.

Her mother-in-law told her all this, and she hadn't bothered to research how effective it really was. After all, people in that world went to the hospital when they were sick, and who would use wild vegetables to treat any diseases? But because they were naturally occurring and had certain health benefits, they were probably loved by people.

Mo Lan had no intention of using modern medical terms with the people here. She just wanted to cook the wild vegetables deliciously and say that they were good for the body.

When Mo Changhe and the other two arrived in front of Mo Lan, their baskets were already full of vibrant green wild thorn shoots. Mo Lan couldn't help but feel happy looking at the green color; there were so many! Ancient times were so much better. Not only was there no pollution, but because people didn't destroy trees, there was an abundance of wild vegetables. What they had gathered today would last them a long time.

"Dad, let's stop. The sacks and baskets are already full. We can't carry any more. Let's go back." Mo Lan said to the others, her eyes shining as she looked at the overflowing baskets.

"Alright. Let's go back. There are enough wild vegetables here to last for several days. We probably won't even need to gather grass for the pigs and chickens; we can just chop them up and feed them." Mo Changhe straightened his back and chuckled as he spoke.

Mo Lan couldn't help but want to confront her father. She complained that there weren't enough wild vegetables and wished she could get all the wild vegetables in the mountains. But her father, instead of finding them useful, thought of using them to feed the pigs and chickens. It was truly speechless.

The journey there was easy, but the return trip was exhausting. Mo Changhe carried a large sack on his shoulder and a basket on his other arm. The basket originally belonged to Mo Lan, but Mo Changhe couldn't bear to see his daughter suffer, so he took it from her.

Qiu Dajun and Erlang were each carrying two baskets and walking with some difficulty. Mo Lan wanted to help Erlang take one of them, but he refused, as he couldn't bear to tire out his sister.

Finally, at Mo Lan's request, Erlang carried one basket in one hand and, together with Mo Lan, carried another.

After the group descended the mountain, they had only walked a few steps when Mo Lan, with her sharp eyes, spotted a figure pushing a cart on the road ahead.

"Dad, brother, look! Isn't that Grandpa?" Mo Lan shouted to the group.

"Hey, it really is your grandpa. Why did he bring a cart? Isn't it for going to the fields?" Mo Changhe was somewhat surprised after recognizing the person.

Ignoring him, Mo Lan let go of the basket and let Erlang carry it himself first. She ran towards Mo Quan. The reason they hadn't brought a cart when they arrived was because Grandpa and the others needed it for their trip that morning. But now Mo Quan had come with a cart, clearly to pick them up. How could Mo Lan not be happy?

"Grandpa, Grandpa!" Mo Lan called out joyfully as she ran, like a swallow happily soaring in the sky.

"Yes. Lan'er." Mo Quan looked at his granddaughter running happily towards him, his face beaming with joy, and he quickened his pace.

Upon arriving, Mo Quan put down the cart, and Mo Lan threw herself into his arms. Perhaps this would not have been acceptable in ancient times, as even family members believed in the distinction between men and women. However, Mo Lan did not care much about this. If the so-called distinction between men and women led to the loss of kinship, then it would be a great loss.

"Hey, Lan'er, you must be tired. Get in the car, I'll pull you." Mo Quan hugged his granddaughter. Although he wasn't used to it, it felt pretty good. He used to envy his granddaughter and his wife being so affectionate. Today, he finally got to experience his granddaughter being affectionate with him. This trip was definitely worthwhile.

"Grandpa, I'm not tired. I'll help you push the cart." Mo Lan giggled, not listening to her grandfather and sitting on the cart, but standing by the cart's frame, ready to help him push. The road was difficult to walk on, and she couldn't sit on the cart and add to her grandfather's burden.

"Lanlan, after you've put your things away, get in the car. Dad will push you. Erlang, you can sit too." At this moment, Mo Changhe arrived and put the sack on his shoulder and the basket on his arm onto the car.

After Erlang and Dajun had put their things away, Molan and Erlang sat on the cart. Mo Changhe pulled the cart from the front, Dajun pushed it from the back, and Mo Quan followed behind, helping to push it when the road was bad.

"Father, aren't you going to work in the fields this afternoon?" Mo Changhe asked as he pulled the cart.

"We're not going. We were worried you'd brought too many wild vegetables and wouldn't be able to carry them all back, so your mother and I decided to come and pick you up. How did you manage to bring so many wild vegetables?" Mo Quan replied from behind the car, his hands behind his back, looking at the crops by the roadside.

"I thought since we've come all this way, we should get as much as possible. We haven't gone far, so we only picked a little of everything. If we got everything, we couldn't fill several trucks. There are so many wild vegetables in the mountains." Mo Changhe chuckled. He didn't mention that getting so much was his daughter's idea.

"Master, let's have these mountain vegetables for dinner. I guarantee you'll enjoy them." Mo Lan sat comfortably in the car, admiring the scenery of the fields by the roadside.

The wheat ears in the field are quite large now; in a few more days, I can come to the field, pick a few handfuls, and roast them over a fire to eat.

The fields are already flooded; rice planting will begin in a few days. It's going to be busy with farming. It will be tiring then. What kind of food should I prepare for my family? Mo Lan pondered this.

"Alright, I'll be looking forward to Lan's wild vegetables tonight. Sigh." Mo Quan behind him said happily at first, but then sighed.

"What's wrong, sir?" Mo Lan asked, puzzled. Wasn't he just happy? Why is he sighing all of a sudden?

"The wheat is starting to get infested with aphids again. I guess we'll have to harvest a lot less this year." Mo Quan looked at the wheat fields next to him, his smile gone.

Mo Lan's heart sank. Yes, wheat is most susceptible to aphids at this time of year. How could she forget? She remembered that in her time in that world, the shops in the village were busiest at this time because they would sell pesticides and sprayers together. Every time it was time to spray pesticides, many people would argue over the sprayers, each wanting to use them first to spray their own fields, afraid that being late would affect the harvest.

But this is ancient times, where there are pesticides! In ancient times, crop yields were already low, there was no way to deal with the problem of insects, and on top of that, they had to pay grain to the government, leaving them with very little.

They own more than 40 acres of good land plus the medium-sized ones, but they are still so poor. It seems that farming really doesn't make much money!

Mo Lan frowned deeply. She hadn't studied chemistry before and didn't know how to make pesticides. For the moment, she really didn't have a good way to deal with the aphids. She could only think of a solution later.

While Mo Lan was lost in thought, the car arrived at her doorstep. After Mo Changhe stopped the car, Mo Lan followed Erlang and jumped out.

"You little rascal, be careful. Erlang is a boy, he can jump around. But you're a girl, why are you being so naughty?" Mo Changhe looked at his daughter's actions and said to her with dissatisfaction. What happened last time had frightened him, and he didn't want anything to happen to his daughter again.

Mo Lan stuck out her tongue, about to make a face at her father, but then she remembered that he meant well, and quickly replied, "I know, Dad. I'll be careful when I jump from now on."

After saying that, she winked at Erlang. Seeing Erlang's embarrassed expression, she giggled and turned to run into the courtyard.

"This girl, does she still want to dance? Really..." Mo Changhe's helpless words and the laughter of the others came from behind.

"Grandma, Mother, we're back. Where are you?" Mo Lan called out as soon as she entered the courtyard.

"Oh dear, isn't this the hero back? Why are you empty-handed? Isn't our Lanlan quite capable? Didn't she bring back all the wild vegetables from the mountain?" Cui Shi clapped her hands as she saw Mo Lan entering the courtyard at the door, and began to speak sarcastically.

"Third Aunt, the mountain is too heavy, Lanlan can't carry it back. Third Aunt, please help Lanlan carry it back later." Mo Lan smiled at her, not caring about her attitude.

"Pah, you wish! You think I'd help you move? Keep dreaming!" Cui spat viciously at Mo Lan.

“My maternal grandmother is in Qiuzhuang. She didn’t come today. Even if she had, I wouldn’t have let her carry things. She’s so old, what if she gets exhausted? Besides, how did my maternal grandmother get involved in having dreams? What is Third Aunt talking about?” Mo Lan seemed not to understand Cui Shi’s words and changed the subject.

"You wild girl, who brought up your maternal grandmother? I'm saying I am who I am." Cui was speechless upon hearing Mo Lan's words; this girl's comprehension was truly baffling.

"Sister-in-law, if you want to address me as 'Old Mother,' go address Zhu and Ju'er instead. Don't set a bad example for my Lanlan. Otherwise, people will think that my Lanlan lacks proper upbringing!"

Mo Lan heard her mother's voice and quickly looked over. She saw Qiu Shi standing at the door of the kitchen with a frosty expression, speaking earnestly to Cui Shi.

"What are you saying, Second Sister-in-law? I was just joking with Lanlan. Look at your sullen face, who are you trying to impress?" Cui said with a sneer. She wasn't afraid of Qiu at all.

"Whoever talks about me, Lanlan, I'll talk about them. Sister-in-law, don't worry about it." After saying this to her, Qiu smiled and said to Molan, "You little rascal, you still know how to come back. Are you hungry? Wait for me, I'll heat up the food soon. Where are your father and the others?"

"We're here." Mo Changhe had already removed the threshold and was pushing the cart in.

Mrs. Qiu looked at her husband and child, smiled gently, and said, "The water is ready, hurry up and wash up, then come inside for dinner."