She Is Not a Witch

Another year has passed and time has come to January.

Because of the cold wave that gradually spread in the northern part of the mainland, this year was also designated as a year of severe winter by the Sage Council.

Winter has gradually gone through the most difficult part. Although it is still cold, many places in the southern border are gradually getting warmer.

Walking in the mountains and forests outside the city, there are mostly withered and yellow grass roots under your feet, but near the roots of some trees, you can always see a few dark green plants like oil.

They have finely divided, slightly thick leaves that seem to be hardy and water-retaining.

Lorraine Hill didn't wear armor today, but walked in the mountains in a black-and-white dress.

Normally, she had to wear armor to hide her identity, but occasionally she wanted to run out to get some air. Now, she also needed to investigate the surrounding environment of the city to find out if there were any suitable minerals or places suitable for development.

The small leather shoes jumped up lightly on the ground, and then leaped over the thorny bushes, and Lorraine Hill lightly landed on a dark gray stone.

The silver hair fell slowly in the wind, and a few strands brushed against her ears, making the girl feel a little itchy. The air is still cold, and a few small red bean-like fruits under the trees in the distance come into my eyes.

The footsteps stepped on the ground again, passing through the stones and several roots with ease, Lorraine Hill bent and squatted down, and looked at the clump of plants in front of him.

Looks like I haven't seen it before.

She gently touched these small fruits with her fingers, and they trembled and swayed slightly on the twigs. The paper strips of shrubs are not as soft as flowers and plants, and they tremble and sway when the wind blows.

The light-colored fingertips picked off a small fruit, simply wiped it clean, and then peeled it off carefully to reveal the delicate small seeds.

The tongue carefully tried it, and a sour and sweet taste came to mind.

It's not very tasty, the girl looked at these small fruits.

Can it be improved? This kind of fruit seems to be relatively common in the local area. If it is improved well, it should become a good economic crop.

Many fruits in life are actually gradually improved. The original version is always somewhat unsatisfactory.

For example, the seeds of bananas are very large in the original version, the watermelon is also very small, and the peaches are green and astringent. If you want to ask why the girl knows this, it is because when I was playing with my friends on the mountain when I was a child, I saw the original peach, which was very small and had a big core, and it was not delicious at all.

Recalling the scene when he was a child in his mind, Lorraine Hill picked a lot of small fruits, put them in a small bag, and then went to other places.

The more you go to the top of the mountain, the more tall trees there are, which may be due to the fact that there are few people and less felling.

Walking under these thick fir trees, this silver-haired figure flashed in the shade from time to time, like an elf in a fairy tale, gently brushing the trees in the forest with his fingers, light and moving.

Most of the trees in the mountains are pines and shirts, and occasionally you can see fallen pine nuts among the grass and stones on the ground. They are completely in harmony with the surrounding fallen leaves and soil.

Compared with the lively towns, the mountains in winter are very quiet, with few animals coming out to move around, and only a few birdsong dotted it.

At some point, the silver-haired girl stopped and stood in front of a low tree.

This is....

Lorraine Hill looked at this tree which was quite different from the surrounding ones, and lightly pressed his hand on the trunk, the small undulating grooves on the bark and the faint coolness came into his mind.

She closed her eyes to perceive it for a while, and then searched and compared it in the system, only then did she know its name.

A bitter cherry tree, a bit strange, shouldn't such a tree grow in a tropical place.

However, if there is only one plant, it may be a seed accidentally left by human activities many years ago.

Although the name has cherries in it, the fruit of this tree does not actually resemble cherries. If you really want to compare it, it is similar to a pumpkin that has been shrunk countless times. It is divided into eight ribs, and the color changes from light green at the beginning to vermilion to purple when it matures.

When Emenas was in second grade, the only mention of this plant in class was because its fruit could be used to make a sleep potion, which was very useful for some people with insomnia.

The price is quite expensive, because most of these production areas come from the Southern Islands, and it will cost a lot of money to purchase them from the alchemy workshops on the mainland. And for some nobles, they really need this kind of medicine to help sleep and calm the nerves.

Because this is one of the few sleep medicines with minimal side effects.

Thinking this way in her mind, the girl pressed her chin lightly with her fingers, then lowered her head to look around, and finally her eyes lit up, and she found a seedling that hadn't grown up in a corner of a certain rock crevice.

Judging by the appearance of this seedling, it should be difficult to survive until the beginning of spring. If it can grow up smoothly, there should not be just such a bitter cherry tree here.

Carefully took the seedlings out of the grass, put them in a cloth bag and put them away. Lorraine Hill looked around and continued walking forward.

Through the sparse and cold mountain tops, through the wet lowlands covered with forests, and across the quiet winter river, time gradually passed.

It was getting dark.

Are you going back to eat? Lorraine Hill looked at the setting sun that was about to set in the distance. The afterglow was separated by trees one by one, forming scattered lights and shadows on the ground.

I still won't go back. Although the chef in the mansion is doing a good job, she is a little tired. Let's cook something by myself today.

It happens that there are no outsiders, but you can freely use the things in the storage space.

After a while, Lorraine Hill found a thick tree with a wide trunk that just blocked the cold wind behind, forming a small leeward harbor.

The breeze swirled, clearing and blowing away the fallen leaves on the ground, and Lorraine Hill simply made a small fire pit.

Then some dry fallen leaves were ignited, sending out swirling blue smoke, and then burning bright yellow flames, illuminating the surroundings.

Sitting by the small fire, Lorraine Hill watched the flickering flames, adding twigs and tiny logs.

The loose shrub branches are bent in the hands, the blue bark is twisted, the light white wood is pulled out, and then picked up and placed on the fire to ignite, the slightest water vapor overflows from the fiber gaps of the shrub branches, and small bubbles pop out , making a slight sizzle sound.

After the bent part was burned off, the remaining part did not have to worry about rebounding, and was thrown into the fire by the girl.

The flame gradually grew larger, emitting warm heat, dyeing the surrounding environment orange-yellow, and Lorraine Hill's pupils also reflected a light yellow color, like flames flickering in the water.

What should I eat? Lorraine Hill checked his own storage space and put some ingredients on the fire, including the taro bought in the east, the mushrooms that he and Keti hadn't eaten before (it has become dry goods), The potatoes I planted in the forest, the ice flame honey that Yi Xue gave her, and the purple-shelled peanuts they gave her when I was in the night palace.

Sure enough, I still want to have some meat. Although I don’t have to consider the issue of nutritional development, it seems that it is not good to be a vegetarian all the time.

Thinking of this, she rummaged through the storage space for a while before finding a piece of dried bacon. Thinking back carefully, it seems that it was a gift from Niya.

That year she and Niya went to the grassland, and on the return journey, Niya was afraid that she would not find food on the way. After all, the grassland was huge and there was very little food, so she sent some bacon and bread.

Naturally, the bread had been eaten long ago, but the bacon had been forgotten in the corner.

It shouldn't be broken, right? Lorraine Hill blinked, looked at the salt-cured bacon on the slate, and poked it with his hand to feel the hardness.

Sweeping through the ingredients with perception, this piece of bacon is actually edible, which surprised the girl.

But even so, you still have to cut the outer layer, which will be better.

Well, there is no need to add salt.

A small earthenware pot was placed beside the fire, and Lorraine Hill put water into it, then cut the bacon into several pieces, added some spices and peppers, and then looked aside of other foods.

Mushrooms and taro can be placed, which is a good match. As for the purple-shell peanuts, just bury them under the fire, and when they are finished, they can be used as snacks.

The same is true for honey, mixed with some water, it is a very good and sweet drink with rice.

Beside the small bonfire, UU reads www. The lid of uukanshu.com clay pot was closed, and Lorraine Hill sat aside, propping his head with both hands, quietly waiting for dinner to be cooked.

The night gradually deepened, and the occasional bird song came from the black mountains in the distance.

The silver hair hangs in front of the body, shining in the firelight, the bubbling bubbles dance slightly, and a burst of fragrance slowly overflows with the white air.

The slender hands carefully picked up the lid, a pair of chopsticks poked into the jar, and then the white taro was pinched out.

In the bright yellow firelight, the taro cubes are steaming white, and they are gently rotated by the breeze to dissipate the heat, and then they are put into the mouth.

Still a little hot, the girl thought.

Afterwards, a light sweet and soft waxy taste gradually melted away.

In the peaceful night, this silver-haired sage girl sat under the big tree, the bright yellow fire flickered, and the time passed leisurely.

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