MTL - The Lucky Farmgirl has a Pocket Dimension-Chapter 76 There are many troublesome people in poor mountains and bad waters

  Chapter 76

  Zhao Zhitong wore a small gray blouse today, with only a bun on the top of his head. His face was pink and fair, and he looked like a handsome young gentleman. Sun Mei dressed her up like this on purpose.

  At this moment, she was standing next to Sun Youwei, staring at him as he collected the herbs.

  Sun Youwei looked through the herbs and said: "Master, your fresh honeysuckle is not very humid, so I will give you two cents a catty, do you think so?"

  It is not the first time that Sun Youwei has received their herbs. The mountain people can trust his character.

So, the old man smiled and nodded: "Sure, as much as you say. Well, Dr. Sun, I still have a basket here. I don't know what it is. I saw it on the mountain yesterday. You can also take a look at it." , is it herbal medicine?"

  The uncle said, and took out a back basket.

  The herbs inside have been cleaned up very clean, there are no dried leaves or anything, and there is no soil left on the roots.

  Some mountain people knew in their hearts that Sun Youwei had helped them a lot, and that they could not be ungrateful if others gave them favors, and deliberately deceived Sun Youwei.

   Therefore, most of the mountain people who came to sell herbs would shake off the soil from the roots and give them to Sun Youwei.

  Zhao Zhitong also leaned over to take a look, and then said in a milky voice, "This is a small bindweed, also called Dawanhua. Its roots have the effects of regulating menstruation, activating blood circulation, nourishing yin and tonifying deficiency, and are medicinal materials."

  Sun Youwei smiled and touched Zhao Zhitong's little head: "Yeah, not bad."

  The old man looked at Zhao Zhitong in amazement, and exclaimed: "Dr. Sun, this young gentleman of your family is amazing. He knows so much at such a young age."

  Sun Youwei couldn't help showing a proud smile on his face, but he said modestly: "Where, where, she just learned these medicinal materials from my father for a few days."

   Then, still at the price of two pennies per catty, the bowl of flowers was collected.

Zhao Zhitong was lying on the side, staring at the bowl of flowers, the lavender and white flowers that were like a trumpet were serious, and after a while, suddenly a childish voice said: "Uncle, Qiao Jiaojiao said, take off this flower. Flowers will break bowls, that’s why they are called bowl-beating flowers. Grandpa, you have dug so much, did you break bowls?”

  The old man was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed: "This young gentleman is really interesting, picking a flower, how could he break the bowl, no, grandpa didn't break a single bowl."

   "Oh." Zhao Zhitong nodded, and said happily, "Then I'll tell Qiao Jiaojiao when I go back. What he said is wrong. Picking flowers won't break the bowl, hehe."

   At this moment, several mountain people came, and even the village head came with the herbs he had dug.

  Sun Youwei collected the grass, and Zhao Zhitong opened up the chatterbox, chatting happily with the mountain people.

  Zhao Zhitong: "Uncle Village Chief, are all your medicinal materials dug from the mountains?"

  Some villagers laughed: "You baby, if you don't dig medicine on the mountain, can it be possible that you can get it from the sky?"

  Zhao Zhitong pouted, and said in a milky voice, "Of course it was planted from the field."

The village head laughed cheerfully. This young man is very cute, so the village head chatted with her a few more words: "Of course the fields are used to grow food, otherwise what would we eat? That's right, this mountain land There are few fields, and most of them are poor fields, and there is nothing left after paying the tax. No, I just rely on the mountains to eat the mountains, and dig some herbs to supplement the family."

Zhao Zhitong thought for a while, and then wondered: "Uncle Village Chief, since you don't have many fields, why don't you go down the mountain? There are many fields at the foot of the mountain. A few days ago, I heard that the village chief uncle of our village said that in the village Encourage everyone to actively open up wasteland."

  Hearing this, the village chief sighed: "Baby, have you heard a saying? The golden nest and the silver nest are not as good as your own doghouse. No matter how poor this place is, it is also our root."

  Zhao Zhitong is not very clear about the concept of 'hometown' at this time, so he can't understand what the village chief is thinking.

  So, he suggested that the village head uncle can grow herbs, so that there will be a lot of grass to sell for money.

The village chief and his surroundings and the village chief felt that he was indeed a child, and his thoughts were pure. The village chief smiled and said, "Sure enough, it's just a doll, just whimsical. That herb is so easy to grow, and this kind of crops still pay attention to skills. Not to mention herbal medicine. What season does it need to be planted, how to plant it, when to water it, and when to harvest it? We have no experience in these things, but no one dares to plant them.”

  Zhao Zhitong blinked and said: "Isn't it possible to learn? If you don't have experience, you can explore. Experience is not all practice. Isn't our current farming experience also obtained by our ancestors?"

  The mountain people only think that this child is quite good at speaking, and everything that comes out of her mouth can be learned, and experience can also be explored.

  The mountain people chatted with her, they all just had a good time, and no one really took her suggestion to heart.

  Zhao Zhitong chatted with the mountain folks all over the world in this way, and after a while they talked about the origin of their village's name.

The mountain people told her the story of their village name, and Zhao Zhitong was fascinated by it. It was not until Sun Youwei told her that it was time to go to the next village, and she said goodbye to the mountain people with endless enthusiasm. Set off with Sun Youwei.

  The trip to Longmen Village went very smoothly. The villagers were easy to talk to, and they were honest. Naturally, some people were honest, and some were tricky.

   No, when they arrived at the second village, they met a rascal. The herbs he dug were not only covered with a big lump of mud, but even the leaves were covered with mud.

   It looks like it was glued on purpose.

  Zhao Zhitong squatted beside him, his small mouth became O-shaped, and he waved his hands like a little adult and said, "This is mud, this little uncle, our house doesn't accept mud, you should take it back."

  The surrounding mountain people were all amused by Zhao Zhitong's appearance.

  The rogue got a little angry, and glared at Zhao Zhitong: "You know what a fart, I just dug the herbs, and it's fresher with soil!"

   As he spoke, he carried his back basket and placed it in front of Sun Youwei: "Doctor Sun, quickly weigh this herbal medicine to see how much it is worth."

  Sun Youwei took a look and frowned. This rascal is called donkey egg, and he will secretly add stones to the herbs every time.

   This time it was even more extreme. Judging by the appearance of this herb, it was directly dipped into the mud!

  Before, he said a few words to him, checked out the stone, and finally collected it.

   Unexpectedly, this time to collect herbs, not only the donkey eggs were too much, even in this mountain village, several villagers appeared to follow his example.

   Sure enough, this person can't be used to it. If there is one, there will be two, so Sun Youwei is a little angry.

   Then he said to the mountain folks who were all covered in mud with a cold face: "Take all yours back, I won't accept this."

The mountain folks were taken aback for a moment, and then they said relentlessly: "Hey, why didn't you accept it? Isn't this herbal medicine? Besides, you didn't accept donkey eggs a few times before, why didn't you accept us this time?" Yes, are you looking down on us?"

  The so-called poor mountains and rivers have many troublemakers. These troublemakers seem to be Lai Ding Sun Youwei will compromise, so they are pressing every step of the way.

  At this time, Zhao Zhitong trotted over and asked angrily, "Uncle, Auntie, how old are you this year?"

  (end of this chapter)