With the lantern in my hand, I found the cabbage by the river in a short time. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

She is not very proficient in wild vegetables, but she popularized a lot of wild survival knowledge when she was camping in junior high school, such as ground vegetables, Ma Lantou, mountain lettuce, and old mountain celery.

If you can climb a little higher, you may even be able to pick raspberries, the wild fruit of a small shrub that tastes better than any high-end import.

Tang Ling groped for a while, the road was temporarily stable and easy to walk, and there was not much deep grass, but it was dangerous to go any further, as soon as it was dark, far away from the village and city, it was the world of reptiles and poisonous snakes.

Fortunately, she brought a small bamboo basket, and when she stretched out her head, she saw that there were many wild vegetables, all of them were tender and full, and they were very robust.

Returning the way she came, she thought that she could make a bowl of supper with some tender wild vegetables, in short, all nutritious and delicious.

On the other side, Xu Laishan was about to enter the house to get a quilt for himself, only to find out that Tang Ling was not there. He thought it was the girl who knew him and ran back, but just as he was about to lie down on his little bed, he heard the crackling sound of oil smoke coming from the firewood.

Lai Shanzheng is growing tall, and the people are lean and lean.

Since his mother died, his father only cared about medical books and never gave him a good meal. In addition, the cost is compact, except for a few old people in the museum, they can give some silver taels to see a doctor, and the others are old, weak, sick and disabled, and they can't afford to pay a few pennies at all, and they can't even afford the amount of a sticker. But my father never let the sick go back empty-handed, and to this day, their lives are still poor.

Xu Laishan looked at the movement between the stoves, thinking that his father was going to add food to himself?

At night, there was an oil lamp hanging in the house of the curator and Xiao Shanshan, and she could even hear the sound of the two of them snorting in their stomachs in the stove room.

Those days when she lost weight as a fat person, she knew that starvation was the hardest.

But the rice at the bottom of the jar in the dining room bottomed out, and she was embarrassed to scoop one more spoonful, so she mixed a pot of water and put half a handful of rice in the palm of her hand, thinking that it was not bad to drink rice soup.

Then, cut the cabbage into segments for later use, the stove is hot, pour in rapeseed oil, find some chili peppers, dried ginger and garlic, stir-fry to make fragrant, add the cabbage and stir-fry, simply put some salt into the flavor, and then stir-fry to produce a strong taste, and the home-cooked wild vegetables are on the plate.

There are also some mountain lettuce that she dug up, not much, it is not easy to find when it is dark, this wild vegetable tastes bad, with a little bitterness, she thought of a way, blanched with boiling water, changed the water and soaked it several times, and then used it for cold salad and plate after removing the bitterness.

A few plates of wild vegetables were served at a very low cost, but it was much better than two big people eating vegetable porridge every day.

At this time, it was late at night, and the curator was so hungry that he couldn't read any medical books, but Shen Dadao from the pork shop next door liked to cook dim sum to eat, and the slippery pork was fried in a frying pan, not to mention how tempting.

When he heard this, there was the sound of stir-frying dishes again, he sighed helplessly, smelled the smell, and felt that the next door was eating other game today, and the dishes should be verdant.

As soon as he thought of this, Laishan came in with a steaming dish.

"Dad, Sister Ling'er made a night meal and put it in the hall."

The curator's eyes were full of joy, even if there was a dry bun at this time, he could eat it with relish, not to mention the fried wild vegetables on this table.

Tang Ling made milky white rice soup for the father and son for one night, accompanied by several large bowls of fragrant wild vegetables, and greeted them happily.

Once there is a smell of fireworks in the house, the smell of home comes out.

This was the first thing the curator thought of at that time, and then he tasted it, and remembered his daughter-in-law, who was ashamed, and tears flowed down.

Tang Ling put the frightened chopsticks into his mouth and chewed it, the taste was right.

Seeing Xiaoshan's joy of eating, she relieved herself, "You take me in, and I will cook for you in the future." ”

The curator was happy, but his face was sad, "It's not a secret, the medical hall will be closed in a few days." I am so accustomed to doing good deeds that I can't see the sick suffering in front of me. But for many years, the family couldn't open the pot, so we had to sell the restaurant and go barefoot. ”

Not to mention that Tang Ling also knows the situation of the family, she made this meal today to persuade them to make good money. But to convince the tendon of the curator, I am afraid that it will be a little difficult. I have to dig out my heart first.

Tang Ling pushed the bowl of heart-nourishing vegetables in front of the curator, "This is heart-nourishing vegetables, and it is also a medicine in the Compendium of Materia Medica." It has the effect of calming the liver, lowering blood pressure and preventing heart disease. Well, there are many kinds of herbs, some of which require attention to the dosage, and some of which can be consumed regularly, often referred to simply as dietary therapy. You can't be unaware, right? ”

The curator nodded, he would not be distracted by the knowledge that could save people.

Tang Ling continued, "Saving people, isn't this a good thing. But if you put the cart before the horse, you will starve yourself to death first, and your family will be ruined. ”

Having said this, Xiao Shanshan had already nodded three times, and Tang Ling hurriedly asked him, "Shanshan, did you intend to sell the restaurant with your father?" ”

"I don't want to leave here if there's any hope." Xu Laishan looked at his father, "Dad, we're leaving, and my mother's soul will have nowhere to go when she comes back." ”

The curator looked pained, "Miss Ling, it's too late for you to say this. I won't hide it from you, we still have the last tael of silver left in our shop, and if we buy some medicine when it opens tomorrow, there will be nothing left. ”

"And a tael?" Tang Ling's eyes lit up, "Enough is enough!" ”

The curator shook his head, feeling that this girl thought about the world too simply, where is it so easy to make money, not to mention that women and children are already weak, they can't resist big things, and their shoulders are tender.

Tang Ling saw that the curator didn't squeak, and obviously didn't want to pay attention to her.

But now she must convince them to make good money, otherwise she has no support these days, and she can't follow to dig wild vegetables for Barefoot Langzhong every day. It's scary to think about.

"Director Xu, as long as you lend me the last tael of silver, I promise to pay you back ten taels by this time tomorrow!"

As soon as these words came out, even Xiao Shanshan didn't believe it when he heard it, let alone the curator who had been impoverished for all these years, he waved his hand and smiled bitterly, "It's not too early, let's go to sleep first." ”

Tang Ling was anxious to stomp his feet, and he wanted to fight for it after him, but the stubborn curator refused, "These two pieces of silver can buy thirty pieces of medicine, and it can save at least three people." How do you make me believe you, joking with the lives of these three people? ”

Tang Ling supported his forehead, why did it become a joke about the lives of three people?

Xu Laishan touched her arm, "Don't let my father talk about the patient's life, he won't compromise." ”

As a result, the negotiation has not progressed so far, and it has been rejected by the curator.

Tang Ling dragged his tired body, and sighed with a sad face.