Who knows! As soon as I returned to the mountains to farm, I encountered a natural disaster.

It was already past ten o'clock when Zhao Yeqing woke up.

There was too much information yesterday, and it was two o'clock in the morning when she last checked her phone before falling asleep.

When I woke up today, I didn't hear the sounds of Luo Lu and Xue Ping scratching the door panel. Instead, there was laughter and the fierce meowing of the little leopard in the yard.

Zhao Yeqing felt a little dazed. It took him a few seconds to realize that she was not alone at home, so he planned to get up and go downstairs.

As soon as his feet hit the ground, they went soft and fell to the floor with a plop.

Before she could get up, there was a knock on the door.

"What's wrong?" a voice sounded outside the door.

Zhao Yeqing had no intention of telling anyone about such a thing that caused him to fall flat on his face after getting up so early in the morning.

"It's okay, I'm just doing morning exercises."

There was no movement outside the door. I heard the person outside the door walking down the stairs, and the sound seemed to be helpless from near to far.

"Come down for breakfast."

Zhao Yeqing moved her ankles and rubbed her sore legs. She had really experienced a high-intensity exercise yesterday, so that now she felt like she had been beaten by a group of people.

Walking to the bathroom to wash up, she pulled open her collar and saw that the area on her chest where she was hit was covered in bruises. She stretched out her hand to apply pressure and took a deep breath to feel it carefully. It seemed that there was no internal injury.

After washing up and going downstairs, he didn't see anyone. There was a bowl of lean meat porridge on the small table in the living room. Zhao Yeqing walked to the table and sat down. He reached out and touched the edge of the bowl, which was still slightly warm.

I walked out while eating with a bowl in hand, and saw someone in the yard, and the fruits of his early morning work - a pile of firewood as high as the wall.

When Zhao Yeqing was at home, he had too many things to do and was not very skilled in business. He looked for food every day, built a fence, took care of the vegetable garden, cooked and washed...

In addition, my strength is relatively low, so I basically pick up two bundles of firewood and dry them, and then pick them up again when the fire is almost done.

The pile of firewood in front of Mu Xi should be able to burn for at least a week, even if it requires bacon.

He stood in front of the firewood pile, pulled down all the twigs that branched out from the branches, and put them aside. They could be used to start a fire or be used in a small coal stove. Then he neatly stacked the clean and straight sticks.

Hearing the movement behind him, he turned around and saw Zhao Yeqing leaning against the door, holding a bowl and eating while looking at him, and asked: "How are you today? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

Zhao Yeqing didn't have time to swallow the lean meat porridge in his mouth, so he just shook his head.

After swallowing, he asked: "Have you fed these two?"

Mu Xi nodded: "I fed you milk."

Zhao Yeqing was not sure whether he could feed pure milk before, and he never dared to feed it.

"Can they drink pure milk? I used to feed Shuhua milk, and at most I mixed it with some pure milk, because I was afraid they wouldn't be able to digest it."

Mu Xi lowered his head and gently kicked away the mud at his feet. It fell down and got up again, having a great time playing.

"They are very sturdy, so feel free to feed them."

Mu Xi has an outrageous mouth, but his behavior is quite reliable.

She nodded without questioning it at all.

Zhao Yeqing pointed to the one at his feet: "This is just paste, and the one sitting next to it is just snow cake."

When Mu Xi heard these two names, he lowered his eyes and looked at the furry man at his feet: "As expected of you."

This familiar tone immediately brought her back to her childhood. She ignored the sarcasm in his tone and only thought he was praising herself.

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The temperature has been changing every day recently, and I can obviously feel that today is hotter than yesterday. It's the kind of stuffy heat where the air doesn't move very well.

She went to the vegetable field to pull out the growing weeds. In this weather, the vegetables almost stopped growing, but the weeds grew unbridled.

The soil that was watered in the morning dries in the afternoon and turns into powder when pinched, still with heat.

Sweat flowed from her forehead, across her chin and dripped into the mud. She couldn't use her hands to wipe the sweat, and her hands were covered with mud.

Mu Xi went out for a trip, and when he came back, his basket was full of herbs.

Seeing Zhao Yeqing squatting in the field pulling weeds, he walked over and drove the person back to the house.

"It's over 30 degrees outside now, and you're squatting there without even wearing a straw hat, waiting for heatstroke?" Mu Xi said unceremoniously.

Zhao Yeqing washed his hands and twisted a towel to wipe his sweat: "Is it hot in the city?"

Mu Xi replied: "Well, it's seven to eight degrees hotter than in the mountains."

Isn’t it already over forty degrees?

It was expected, but it was still a bit shocking to hear it.

Mu Xi asked her to look in the mirror, and Zhao Yeqing walked to the mirror. He had just gone out to pull weeds less than twenty minutes ago, and his face had already started to turn red.

The spring water on the mountain was warm in winter and cool in summer. She soaked a towel in the spring water to wet it and applied it to her face. When the towel became hot, she took it off and continued to soak her face in the water.

She probably had nothing to do in the afternoon, so she went back to her room and took a shower. It was convenient to take a shower without boiling water now that the weather was hot.

In the kitchen, Mu Xi was washing herbs by the sink. These are herbs used to make herbal tea. Grandma Zhao Yeqing taught him how to recognize them when he was a child.

Recognizing herbal medicine also requires some talent. The leaves and stems of many plants of the same family and genus are very similar, but there are slight differences in the edges of the leaves and even the hairs on the surface, and their effects are very different. There are thousands of varieties of herbal medicines. Almost all the weeds that can be seen everywhere have medicinal value.

Grandma Zhao Yeqing was not secretive about teaching people how to use herbal medicine. She was willing to teach anyone who was willing to learn, but only Mu Xi, who had been somewhat unruly and unruly since childhood, learned the lesson.

Zhao Yeqing was a little dissatisfied when he was a child. He tried hard to learn it secretly, but in the end he was confused by all the messy names of herbal medicines and plant forms. The extent of this is far more confusing than the obscure documents and long and strange things that need to be memorized in college. foreign names.

She leaned over to look at the herbs in the basket. She could still recognize the bamboo leaves and honeysuckle inside, but she couldn't remember a few others at all.

The girl came closer, and the scent of moist shower gel spread beside him.

"Licorice, prunella vulgaris, mulberry leaves, honeysuckle, light bamboo leaves..." Mu Xi said with a half-smile.

Mu Xi has become less naughty since he entered junior high school. When he mocked her, he would show this half-smiling expression, which made her grit her teeth in anger.

Zhao Yeqing felt that this person was very childish. He was already an adult, but he was still the same as when he was a child.

Herbal tea does not need to be brewed for long, and the cleaning process takes up most of the time. Mu Xi took out a package wrapped in leaves from the bottom of the backpack and handed it to Zhao Yeqing, asking her to wait in the living room.

She opened it and inside was a pack of Di Cang fruits.

The stems are small, and the ripe fruits are purple and black, shaped like blueberries and smaller than blueberries, slightly sour and slightly sweet.

"Washed."

Zhao Yeqing picked one up and put it in his mouth, then walked toward the living room, slurring his words.

"Save some for you."

Yesterday's wild boar meat was still being smoked under the eaves of the yard, and the freezer was full. She picked some vegetables before pulling weeds, and the vegetables were growing well recently.

It's been a long time since she had such a leisurely time without worrying about food and drink.

Mu Xi boiled the herbal tea, and when he walked into the living room, he saw a girl in a white cotton skirt with a low ponytail, leaning on a wooden bench and watching a movie on her mobile phone. She was engrossed in it without blinking, only subconsciously still in her hand. He kept passing fruits from the leaves to his mouth, as if he was eating popcorn.

He caught a glimpse of the girl's tongue, which was stained purple by the fruit, and unconsciously stretched out to roll the fruit in. His eyes changed as soon as he touched it.