On the way back to the tribe, Mrs. You asked worriedly as she looked at the fifth lady of the Xian family who was walking in front, still scratching her forehead after applying medicine.
"Auntie, does the herbal ointment from Dr. Xian work?"
The three-no-herb ointment that the wife of the Xian family brought was contained in a bison horn.
It is dark in color and smells bad.
Digging it out is really inseparable from Xiang!
Forgive her for not being able to compliment it, let alone believe in its curative effect.
"It probably works! On weekdays, if we don't walk deep in the forest, we will encounter at most a few female mosquitoes, and they will be shot to death before they can fly to us. Only the men who hunt in the forest sleep to death. From time to time, I will get a few bites, and it will be fine after scratching for a few days. If you can't bear the pain and itching, apply this medicine, and it will be cured in a day or two at most!"
"Then go back and ask dad to change a few more cents of herbal ointment! Isn't my eldest brother going to the inner mountain to practice on the first day of next month? Bring them all to him!" Since it is effective, she certainly can't dislike it (mainly not for her own use) ).
Mrs. Zhao nodded when she heard the words: "Hey! There are a lot of mosquito mothers in the mountain valley of Changragzi. It's a bit weird. I have to ask your father to inform everyone to prepare more ointments."
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"You're right, I have no control over how other people raise their sons. Nothing can happen to your eldest brother!"
There is no doubt that the eldest son has an extraordinary status in Zhao's heart.
"Hmm, we have to help our eldest brother think more carefully."
Madam You was worried for her brother. They had only been wandering around the outermost part of the forest for two days, and four of them had been injured by poison to varying degrees.
What would it be like to stay in the deep mountains and forests for a month?
No matter how many brothers you have, you can raise them until they are thirteen years old. How can you not feel distressed if you are stuck in them?
Besides, he was such a good-natured twin brother to her!
On the way back to the tribe, Mrs. You learned to identify: the growing environment of wild vegetables such as gourds, bitter herbs, sauerkraut, and beets, how to pick and process their edible parts, as well as their cooking methods and special medicinal effects.
Some wild vegetables are parasitic on big trees, some wild vegetable fruits are buried in the soil, and more grow in clumps in the weeds.
Field teaching is so random, you recognize whatever you encounter.
I don’t know if our ancestors were too lazy to name them, or if they had never seen the wild vegetables here before. They just named the wild vegetables according to their taste.
Simple, crude and easy to teach.
In addition to wild vegetables, we also saw a lot of wild fungi. The women in the "big pit" were almost a walking "encyclopedia of wild fungi".
Here, the colorful "red mushroom" stewed pheasant ranks first on the gourmet list.
There are also many gray and black fungi that are inedible.
The women have repeatedly emphasized that several types of wild fungi are most loved by poisonous ants. If you don't pay attention, there are nests of poisonous ants under the raised soil mounds.
There are so many things to note, so many that I can’t remember them all, I can’t remember them all!
Little ladies have limited brain capacity, and no one has the ability to remember things.
The eldest aunt of the Zhao family made her final concluding speech: "In short, nothing is more important than my own life. I can't remember them all, so I picked out the fungi that I can recognize most easily. It's best to pick them up and take them back." I'll give your grandma a pass."
"call"
If you had told me earlier, the little ladies let out a collective breath, and the ninth cousin winked at her eldest cousin.
The group of people walked, stopped, and studied like this, and returned home an hour before the evening meal.
Hearing the commotion, her two concubines, one holding Miss You and the other wiping her hands, came out from the door of the mud courtyard to greet her.
Er Niang took the large bag of rag seeds that Zhao carried back and immediately started to pack them away.
It turns out that the sticky rag seeds only need to be soaked in a wooden bucket and picked, and they will be fresh and refreshing without touching your hands.
You have to continue soaking it after you pick it off, and you have to change the water several times in the process.
It is said that it needs to be soaked for two or three days before cooking. After boiling for an hour, add salt and marinate. After cooling, put it into an earthen jar and seal it for storage.
Think of the memory of wild boar stewed in rag seed sauce.
Tsk tsk, my mouth is watering with greed.
Mrs. You used four pieces of candied date and millet seed cake that were a bit sour, and got two rua-head decompression tool dolls, which were barely hanging on her legs as pendants.
By the time the three siblings had finished eating and finished eating, it was almost time for the evening meal.
"Sister, I also want to sit down and eat!" Xiao Jiu flashed his big red eyes, pulled her sleeves, and looked at her eagerly.
"What is Dundun?" Someone's brain circuit couldn't keep up with the three-year-old cub, and he looked confused.
Xiaojiu suddenly got stuck. Xiaoba saw this and added: "Didn't my sister ask daddy and eldest brother to do it yesterday?!"
Mrs. You rubbed her younger brother's head hard: "You little fool, it's not a dimple, it's called a stool! Did daddy finish it so quickly? My sister's stool is not suitable for you with short legs to sit on!"
"Sister, that's bad. Xiaojiu sits upright, her legs are not short!" Xiaojiu was not convinced, tilted her head and pouted, thinking that her sister was stingy and didn't want to sit for him.
"Then let's go. Sister, let me show you what it is - high and low do not match each other."
As soon as the three siblings entered the main room, they saw the whole family gathered around to look at the rare item, the "stool" that was freshly baked in the afternoon.
Seeing Dad You's proud display of works, Mrs. You pressed her forehead and was speechless.
What did she say when she gave two gas cans just now?
High and low are not worthy!
Just taking a quick look at it, wow, they really match each other!
The square stool with a simple Ding Mao structure without a backrest made by his father would be called a children's chair in future generations!
It matches the height of her dining table for eating. The height is really suitable.
That's right, we have finally grown to the height of 1.7 meters that we have longed for. Is it appropriate to sit on such a short stool?
"Daughter, come here! Come here!" Dad Youad saw the real owner, and he pulled her to the stool like a treasure and showed it to her proudly. "It's very stable. It's definitely more comfortable sitting than kneeling!"
"Dad, don't you think these two stools are a little low?" someone said while gesturing between his own height and the height of the stools.
"Where's the low point? Try it, it's just right to sit down and eat." He was really smart. He didn't listen to his daughter's blind instructions and compared what he was doing.
"But if I sit like this, I can't straighten my legs. Even after eating dinner, my legs are bent and numb. It doesn't matter if the stool is taller. At worst, you can make our dining table higher! A low dining table and a low stool, It can be used by the eighth and ninth brothers and their children."
Xiaoba and Xiaojiu listened to their sister's words and each grabbed a low stool. Their buttocks were stuck to it and they couldn't get off it. They proudly raised their chins to demonstrate to their brothers.
The more you deserve the beating, the more you deserve the beating.
