Huang Zheng smiled and led Qi'er away from the Wang family, Huang Zheng'er was so excited that his face was red, I am afraid that he was born a little troublemaker, but the difficult life restrained his temperament.

The farmer relies on the mountains to eat the mountains, most of them go to collect firewood by themselves, and there are only three or four families who exchange food for firewood, all the way down, only in exchange for five sweet potatoes, two sprouted potatoes and a handful of peanuts, three people eat it, it can only be regarded as a half-full, and Huang's father is not even one-third enough.

Huang Zheng couldn't help but feel worried, it is spring now, and when the weather gets hot, it is estimated that he will not even be able to maintain his livelihood by exchanging firewood for food.

Huang Zheng sat at the gate of the courtyard, looked back at the vast Suyue Mountain behind him, and then looked at the indifferent August River in front of him, and asked casually: "Gong'er, this mountain is so wide, there must be game in it, right?" This river is so deep, there must be a river fresh in it, right? ”

Ju'er's face was panicked, she shook her head violently, and held Huang Zheng's arm tightly and didn't let go, for fear that Huang Zheng would be impulsive, or go up the mountain to catch chickens, or go down to the river to fish, and said with a look of urgency: "Sister, you can't go." On this mountain there are wild beasts; In this water, there is a river demon. ”

Huang Zheng just casually said that let her face the unknown dangers of this strange world alone, and she didn't guarantee that she would be able to survive again.

"Coo", Huang Zheng's stomach screamed very inopportunely, and he heard it very clearly.

Huang Zheng hurriedly gave himself a round and said: "Gong'er, send my sister to Sister Osmanthus's house, my sister wants to dig wild vegetables, let's drink soup at night." ”

......

"Zheng'er, this is koji hemp, this is brain melon, this is ......" Osmanthus's small mouth crackled non-stop.

Although Li secretly spoke ill of osmanthus, Huang Zheng still fell in love with this girl, and also understood why Huang Zheng was friendly with osmanthus in the past, because, looking at these two people, you know what it means to gather like things, people and groups.

The same thick body, the same black skin, the same ---- cowardice.

Huang Zheng looked at the vegetables in the basket, and was full of sorrow, these dishes are not as long as a little finger, and the taste is unsatisfactory, either bitter or spicy, or sour, but not sweet.

Huang Zheng touched his not too full belly, and was sure and sure that if he didn't eat staple food and just ate these vegetables in the basket, the final result would be either constipation or dysentery, and the future would be worrying.

Huang Zheng only left the slightly bitter koji hemp cabbage, and the rest of the spicy brain melon and sour sour sour were all stuffed into the osmanthus basket.

Huang Zheng had to cast his eyes on the bamboo forest on one side again, gritted his teeth and rushed in, holding a stone knife, and digging hard under the bamboo roots.

"Zheng'er? What are you going to do? Don't dig up the stone knife......."

As if in response to Osmanthus's words, the small stone knife finally broke off after digging almost half a basket of vegetables, and died under the unknown bamboo shoots.

Huang Zheng said with a bitter face: "Osmanthus, there are so many bamboos on this mountain, is there no bamboo shoot to eat?" It's the season of springing......."

Osmanthus lamented and said: "Zheng'er, there are many bamboos in the depths of the mountains, but no one dares to go in; There are also a lot of bamboo forests near the mountains, but as long as the bamboo shoots have just emerged, they will be tied with a red rope by Yang Yimao as a mark, and they will be taken away when they grow bigger. ”

"Yang Yimao? Who? Huang Zhenghu wondered, this name is weird enough.

"Alas, you actually forgot about Yang Yimao. You've seen him walking around before. There are two of the most difficult things in our Zhuxiang Village, one is the river demon, and the other is Yang Xiu Yang Yimao. ”

Osmanthus was obviously reluctant to mention this person, with a palpitating look on her face, pulling Huang Zheng, who was still lying on the ground, to leave.