Poisonous Peasant 'Concubine'

There are mountains on the left and right sides of Lingjia Village. Compared with the mysterious Yuehua Mountains, the Dagong Mountain and Xiaogong Mountain on both sides are much more ordinary, and the mountains are not high. They would go to the mountains to collect game and dig some wild vegetables. The three fathers and sons who entered Dagong Mountain didn’t even see wild vegetables along the way, let alone herbs. In recent years, the court has been unstable, and people’s lives are not easy. There is not enough food in the fields. Naturally, the wild vegetables and fruits on the mountain cannot escape the fate of being picked.

"How about we go to Yuehua Mountain?"

Seeing that they were already halfway up the mountain, and the bamboo baskets behind them were still empty, Ling Jingxuan, who was full of confidence at first, was hit hard. In his previous life, he didn't like reading, and when he had time, he either stayed in the teahouse opened by the village chief, played cards or was alone. Hiding at home to study medical and poisonous arts, but novels and TV dramas with the theme of time travel in the 21st century have long been flooded. He still knows something. Others time travel are either princes or emperors, or they are the sons of a certain family, no matter what It can also be flooded with golden fingers, and you can pick up rare items such as ganoderma lucidum and ginseng casually when you enter a mountain. Why is it that the wool will not work when it comes to him?

Thinking of this, Ling Jingxuan couldn't help but raise his middle finger in his heart, decisively that reality is much crueler than TV novels.

"Why do you want to go to Yuehua Mountain? Daddy, don't you want to die? People in the village say that there are monsters in Yuehua Mountain, so we can't go there."

Big Baozi's face sank, and he stared at his father with all sorts of displeasure, as if you were too long for life, which made Ling Jingxuan touch his nose weakly and with black lines, it's only been a few days, how many times has Da Baozi Did you teach him a lesson?Which of them is from Lao Tzu?

"Hehe... Daddy is dark again..."

The little bun on the other side covered his mouth and laughed heartlessly, his big round eyes flashed with the innocence that a five-year-old should have. Ling Jingxuan bent his fingers and tapped his head, knelt down and said solemnly to the big bun: " How can the words of the villagers count? They all say that I am a monster, do you think I am? Besides, we don’t go deep into the mountains, we just hang out at the foot of the mountains, you forgot? I have to collect herbs for my second uncle Healing."

Big Baozi is smart and precocious, and he also likes to treat him like an adult. Seeing that he hesitated decisively, Ling Jingxuan continued his efforts: "It takes a very expensive fruit to treat the second uncle's illness. It's because we don't have money. I just thought there would be fruit in the mountains. There will be no ready-made wild fruits, Xiaowen, you have to think clearly, if we don’t try our luck, we can only buy them with the money from selling fish.”

As long as money is mentioned, he believes that Big Baozi will definitely compromise.

"Don't think about the money, it's for urgent use, let's go."

Sure enough, Big Baozi gave him a defensive look, turned his heels and walked towards Yuehua Mountain.

"Ah... are you so guarded against your own father?"

Ling Jingxuan led the little bun and followed behind him with black lines all over his forehead, grandma, when did he say he was going to use that money?Although it seems that he really thought about it, but letting his son expose it face to face like this, is it really shameless, isn't it?Even if he was killed, he would not admit it.

Yuehua Mountain is surrounded by clouds and mists all year round on the mountainside, and the top of the mountain is probably covered with snow, but no one has ever been there. On weekdays, the villagers at most set traps at the foot of the mountain, digging wild vegetables and so on, and dare not step on it. Going up the mountain peak, Ling Jingxuan was carrying a bamboo basket on his back, holding a child in one hand, and the three of them sweated profusely and walked into the mountain.

"Father, look quickly, there are so many wild fruits!"

A place where no one dabbles is good. After a while, Xiao Baozi's exclamation sounded excitedly. Looking around, there were red and green wild fruits all over the mountains, some of which even Ling Jingxuan couldn't name.

"Let's stop here. The taste of this wild grape is not bad. You can pick as much as you can. I'll go nearby to see if there are any herbs that can be used."

Using a sickle to chop off the dense weeds around half a person's height, Ling Jingxuan reached out and picked two dark red wild grapes and put them in his mouth. The extreme sourness and extreme sweetness were rendered in his mouth at the same time, and the taste was better than those artificial grapes in the 21st century. I don't know how many times better the grafted ones are.

"Wow, it's so sour, Dad, can we not pick this?"

The little bun followed his example and picked a fruit and threw it into his mouth. His little face instantly wrinkled into a ball, and his eyes were full of grievances. The big bun quickly took out the water bag that had been prepared a long time ago and handed it to him.

"It makes you greedy, why do you put everything in your mouth?"

The face is obviously distressed to death, but the mouth is nagging, the big bun is not like the eldest brother, but a bit like a father, people who don't know probably would never have imagined that they are twins, the same year, and the end of the year Only five years old.

"Hehe...it would be sweet if you pick the jet-black ones, but you can't just pick the jet-black ones!"

Seeing this, Ling Jingxuan pampered his head. There are many uses for grapes, both sweet and sour. He is also thinking about getting some branches back and planting them in the yard. Maybe he can make a fortune from them in the coming year Woolen cloth.

"Why? It's not delicious, why pick it?"

It wasn't Little Baozi who asked him back, but Big Baozi with a distressed face. Little Baozi was still pouring water. Seeing his frowning, it was obvious that he was very dissatisfied with his father's decision.

Ling Jingxuan smiled slightly, and his slender phoenix eyes flashed a playful look: "If I say, I can turn those sour fruits into a lot of money, would you like to pick them?"

"real?!"

The big bun decisively turned into a money slave in seconds, and his impatient big eyes instantly turned into the shape of copper coins.

"Haha...you, why did you get into Qian's eye?"

Ling Jingxuan couldn't help laughing out loud, poking his head with his fingers dotingly and helplessly.

It's rare that this time the big bun didn't feel disgusted, he waved his hand and asked urgently: "Father, tell me, can you really turn those sour fruits into money?"

As long as he can make money, he is willing to eat even a sweet fruit.

"Of course, your father is a Tongsheng."

Well, thanks to the damned scientific examination system in ancient times, everything is low-grade but only reading is high. In modern times, children are at most elementary school graduates, but it is obviously different here.

No, as soon as the word Tong Sheng came out, the suspicion in Big Baozi's eyes disappeared instantly, and he turned around and pulled Little Baozi up: "Xiao Wu, let's go pick some fruit."

Seeing his anxious look that the fruit will disappear if he is slow, Ling Jingxuan burst into laughter again. His son, who loves money and is stingy, is really a bit of a fool.