"Meng Hang, go find a big leaf."
The little fat man ran to pick a big leaf.
Qingqing spread the leaves on the ground, put ginseng on them, buried them in the soil where the ginseng grew, and wrapped them in leaves. Wu Lijuan pulled out a few thatches to help tie the leaves, and also made a straw rope that could be carried.
"Thank you Sister Lizhen."
"You're welcome, this little thing is nothing. Meng Hang should take Qingqing and go down the mountain quickly."
"I know, let's go now." Meng Hang picked up the ginseng and pulled Qingqing down the mountain.
Su Qing looked back at Wu Lizhen and said, "Goodbye, sister, I will come to play with you tomorrow."
Wu Lizhen smiled and waved, "Goodbye,"
It felt like talking to the teacher at school. Very few people in the village were so particular. Qingqing was indeed different from them. Her temperament and appearance were more like those of the Li family.
"Qingqing, tell me, you are very particular about digging wild flowers, wrapping them in leaves and bringing soil with them. It's not a good thing. There are so many in the mountains that even wild boars won't eat them."
"What do you know? This plant is called ginseng. It is a kind of medicinal material that can nourish the body. Adding two tablets to the chicken soup will have a better effect. If a person is seriously injured, taking one tablet can restore his vitality without leaving the place where it grew. The soil cannot be fed back home.”
Meng Hang said disdainfully, he didn't believe it, what did Qingqing know? It must be nonsense.
"Okay, you think everything you see is a good thing. How old are you and how many plants have you seen? Let's go home early. You study harder and don't forget to help me with my homework."
"I know, let's agree that we will go to the mountains to collect herbs every morning, and I will study at home in the afternoon."
"Okay," Meng Hang agreed. Anyway, there is no danger in going up the mountain, but there are more bugs. As for his parents not letting him go up the mountain, just don't let them know.
"Qingqing, I promised you in advance not to tell my parents about our going up the mountain. They don't like me always going up the mountain."
Su Qing nodded. Maybe Meng Hang's parents were too worried about him. In fact, the mountain was not that dangerous, otherwise the village chief wouldn't have let his granddaughter go up the mountain to collect medicine every day.
The two returned to the village. The door of Su's house was still locked, so they returned to the little fat man's house.
"Grandma, I'm back,"
Meng Hang had to carry Qingqing back and forth, and he broke out in sweat. When he entered the room, he held a cup and drank a lot of water.
Qingqing first put her small bamboo basket in the courtyard, washed her hands in the pool, and then entered the house, shouting in a sweet voice:
"Grandma Meng, we are back."
"My eldest grandson, drink slowly, don't choke,"
When Mrs. Meng came out of the back room, she saw her grandson, who was sweating profusely, drinking water wildly.
Hearing the fair little girl greet her politely, she smiled and said:
"Qingqing, is it fun outside?"
The little girl's cuteness made her heart melt. Qingqing was so good-looking, how could he look like his grandson, who was so dark and handsome?
All the children in the village are dark-colored, and those who are green and fair look particularly alien.
"Grandma Meng, it's fun outside. I dug a lot of herbs. Meng Hang takes good care of me and is a good boy."
Su Qing nodded seriously and said a few good words to the little fat man.
"Hahaha!!"
Su Qing's cute little appearance and serious tone of voice made Mrs. Meng laugh so hard that she wished she could hold the little girl in her arms and give her a kiss.
She knew Qingqing was afraid of strangers, so she just touched her head. Unexpectedly, she saw the child tremble slightly, but did not move away.
When I first saw Qingqing in Xiuyun's arms, I knew that this child was unusual. At that time, Qingqing was only two years younger and could not speak yet.
She nestled quietly in her grandma's arms, neither crying nor fussing, looking at people with her big black eyes, but holding on to Mingjuan's clothes with one hand, as if she was afraid that her mother would leave.
Mrs. Meng knew that this child might be frightened often and afraid of strangers.
Even though Mrs. Meng is from the mountains and doesn't know much, she knows that normal children are not like this. She can't explain what Juan did wrong as a mother. She is not her own daughter. As an outsider, she can't say much.
Knowing that Qingqing can talk makes Zhu Xiuyun very happy, but Qingqing's habit of being afraid of others is still the same, but it's much better. Take your time, it's all the Li family's fault, and their biological children are not raised well.
Su Qing forced herself to hold back Mrs. Meng's hand on her head. She had to work hard to overcome herself and forced a smile at Mrs. Meng.
Grandma Meng saw the small bamboo basket filled with weeds in the yard and asked, "Qingqing, what are you doing digging these weeds? You can't feed pigs or chickens, either."
"Grandma Meng, these are herbs, dried in the sun, they can cure diseases."
"Oh, Qingqing, how do you know?"
"I saw it in a book, and it's all in Meng Hang's textbooks."
"Really? Then our Qingqing is awesome."
Of course, Mrs. Meng didn't take her words seriously. She just thought that after looking at a few pictures in her grandson's textbook, she went to the fields to dig some weeds and came back to play with them.
The little fat man put down his cup and rolled his eyes. Qingqing was pretty good at making things up. There was no wild vegetable dug by Qingqing in his textbook.
"Come Qingqing, let's go drink some water. You must be thirsty after being out for a long time."
Meng Hang hurriedly called Qingqing, fearing that if she said a few words to her grandma, she would betray him. Qingqing was so young, how could she know how to keep secrets?
Su Qing glanced at him and ran over to drink water obediently.
Grandma Meng said in a funny voice: "Meng Hang, take good care of Qingqing. There are biscuits in the cabinet. Take them out for you two to eat. I'll go to the planting fields to take a look."
"Got it, grandma."
Meng Hang opened the cabinet and found a paper bag with biscuits inside. He took out a handful and gave a few pieces to Qingqing.
"Eat it, my dad bought it for me when he went to town to sell elixirs."
Qingqing held it in her hand. It was made in a very rough way. She was used to all kinds of exquisite biscuits on the earth. This was the first time she saw such primitive pastry. It must be a synthetic food.
He opened his mouth and took a bite. It tasted a little sweet and milky, but the texture was rough and gritty. Su Qing took a sip of water before swallowing the biscuit in his mouth. It was slightly more delicious than the staple food, but not that bad.
Surely not everyone in the empire eats this kind of food, only the poor at the bottom, right?
Otherwise, to whom would all the energy food in the fields be sold? At what age will the rich and the poor not be equal? It is the poor who produce and create value, but it is the rich who enjoy it.
Su Qing is not a politician either. He doesn't understand why society is like this. I just sigh that we must work hard to get rid of poverty and climb to the top of the pyramid.
Meng Hang saw that she stopped eating after taking a bite and asked, "What, isn't it delicious?"
"Well, if you're not used to eating, you can eat it yourself. I'll read a book and show me your second grade history book."
"Okay," Meng Hang took the biscuit from her hand, found a book for her to read, and politely advised her to try it. If she doesn't like it, just don't eat it. The world of children is so simple.
Children speak and act straightforwardly, without the twists and turns of adults, so Su Qing can accept children, but cannot stand the approach of adults.
Su Qing sat on a small stool, holding a book and reading it carefully.
The Galactic Empire is not the first generation of human countries. Countries in the universe are also the same as the change of dynasties on the earth. The former country dies, and the latter country is quickly established, forming a new political power, an eternal universe, and a flowing empire.
Humanity has survived in the local universe for who knows how many trillions of years. The development process of each new human civilization will be different. Most of them will be slowly influenced by the central galaxy, speeding up the progress of civilization and entering interstellar society.
