"What's wrong?" Jiang Michia was sleepy and confused.
"Let's go for a walk in the mountains tomorrow?" Song Jingyun asked.
"What are you doing in the mountains?"
"I want to see if I can catch a rabbit or a pheasant or something, and then come back and stew it."
Since life is so short, we can only eat delicious food without wasting every meal.
Tomorrow I have to go to the foot of the mountain to cut some bamboo and come back. Jiang Michia thought for a while and nodded, "Okay, but you can't go too deep."
She is not a full-time hunter and has little experience in the mountains. Although she is strong and not afraid of ordinary wild animals, there are still far more dangers in the mountains than she imagined.
"good."
Song Jingyun was already very happy that Jiang Michia could take him into the mountains. He nodded excitedly, lay down and closed his eyes to sleep.
There was a smile on his lips.
After breakfast early the next day, Song Jingyun pulled the cart and walked to the foot of the mountain with Jiang Michia.
In addition to the hatchets he usually uses to chop bamboo, Jiang Michia also brought a few bamboo forks and nets to facilitate catching rabbits or pheasants.
There is dew in the morning, and the agility of animals is easily affected by their fur being wet. It is a good time for hunting. Experienced hunters basically choose this time to enter the mountains.
They were in twos and threes, and I saw several of them along the way.
There are those from our own village and those from neighboring villages.
Seeing Jiang Michia park the cart at the foot of the mountain, tie it to the bamboo, and lead Song Jingyun into the mountain with the bamboo basket on his back, as if he was going to hunt, he felt a little funny.
Bamboo forks are not easy to pierce into the flesh, and the movement is loud, so it is not easy to hunt things. Jiang Michia and Song Jingyun looked like they were entering the mountains for the first time.
However, many of these farmers just go into the mountains to try their luck, and most of them dig wild vegetables, pick mushrooms, etc. to support their families, which is quite common.
So those people didn't say much, they just reminded Jiang Michia and Song Jingyun not to go deeper to avoid danger.
Jiang Michia and Song Jingyun thanked them and walked slowly in, taking note of the route carefully as they walked to avoid getting sidetracked when they went out later.
In the mountains in the early morning, the eerie coolness penetrates to the bone marrow.
"My lady is very thoughtful." Song Jingyun tightened her belt, "The extra clothes I brought will come in handy."
"Shh." Jiang Michia motioned for him to whisper.
There was a pheasant not far ahead, walking leisurely and looking for food everywhere.
Jiang Michia pulled the net in the bamboo basket and figured out which direction to cast the net from later so that the pheasants could be caught smoothly.
"I'll do it." Song Jingyun whispered, reaching out to take the net in Jiang Michia's hand.
"Then be careful." Jiang Michia gave him the net and walked to the side. Fortunately, if Song Jingyun didn't catch the pheasant, she could stop him here.
After Song Jingyun took the net, he tiptoed forward.
The pheasant didn't seem to notice him, and was only concentrating on eating a weed.
Song Jingyun saw the opportunity and immediately threw out the net in his hand.
The pheasant was startled and flapped its wings in an attempt to get out. However, the net was pressed against it and it couldn't fly or break away. It was only entangled with the net.
Jiang Michia hurriedly went up to help, fished the pheasant out of the net, tied its wings and legs with rope, and stuffed it into a bamboo basket.
"This pheasant is quite fat." Jiang Michia weighed the weight, "It can stew a pot of meat."
"Well, it tastes good when stir-fried. Add more chili pepper segments and stir-fry it into spicy chicken. In this summer, eating something spicy is also appetizing."
"If it really doesn't work, how about making it into braised chicken? Shred it into cold dishes. It seems to taste good..."
Jiang Mixia chatted for a long time, and when Song Jingyun didn't answer, he was a little curious.
This little son-in-law is the most greedy, but now he doesn’t even care about this?
"What's wrong?" Jiang Michia was even more surprised when she saw Song Jingyun just staring at a piece of grass at her feet, "What's wrong with this grass?"
"Nothing, just because this grass monster looks good." Song Jingyun raised his head and asked, "Can I dig it back and plant it in my yard?"
Does this grass look good?
Jiang Michia looked at the grass that Song Jingyun was staring at.
It's not very tall, its stems aren't very strong, and it has a few sparse leaves. It can't be said to be extremely ugly, but at least it's unremarkable. Anyway, it's not pretty at all.
When such grass is planted in the yard, it looks like weeds and is an eyesore.
But since my son-in-law likes it, he can just dig it out and plant it.
At worst, she should be more careful in the future and not get rid of the weeds.
"Okay, dig if you want." Jiang Michia took out the bamboo fork and used it as a simple hoe to help Song Jingyun dig.
Seeing this, Song Jingyun also found a thin piece of stone from the side and started digging together.
It was just a grass, not very lush, and its root system was not deep, so Jiang Michia didn't care at first.
But as she dug, she began to feel something was wrong.
The rhizome of this grass is not only a little deep, but also seems to be a little big.
After digging it all out and seeing the whole grass clearly, Jiang Michia fell into deep thought.
"This grass looks really weird. The roots are much larger than the branches and leaves." Song Jingyun scratched his ears, "Will it die if I take it back like this? Do I need to put a layer of mud on it to wrap up the roots?"
He remembered Jiang Michia saying that when transplanting flowers and plants, you must protect the roots. If you don't protect them well, the grass will die easily.
"I guess it's not necessary."
"Why?" Song Jingyun was curious.
"This is not ordinary grass, this..." Jiang Michia's voice was hoarse, "This is ginseng."
"Ginseng? What is that?" The son-in-law was confused.
"A kind of medicinal material, um, a very expensive medicinal material. Although I don't know how old it is, but judging from its size, it should be worth a lot of money."
Jiang Michia paused, "I guess it should be no less than those three pearls."
"So much money?" Song Jingyun held up the ginseng plant and looked at it carefully, "I mean, no wonder I think this plant is so beautiful. It turns out to be because it's valuable."
Jiang Michia, "..."
Are you sure it's not just luck?
Jiang Michia felt more and more that Song Jingyun had good luck, so she just stared at him again and again, trying to figure out why he had such good luck.
"Why are you looking at me like this?" Song Jingyun felt a little uncomfortable and reached out to touch her face, "Is there something dirty on my face?"
"No, no." Jiang Michia looked away, "Take a look, are there any flowers, grass, etc. that you think are pretty around here?"
Although Jiang Michia himself knew that it was completely impossible to dig two ginseng trees in a row, if Song Jingyun was really lucky, he might be able to find other things.
For example, relatively valuable herbs and so on.
"Then let me look for it." Song Jingyun responded and searched nearby for a while.
