She now somewhat understood why the original body was reluctant to carry water, it was indeed a bit far away.

The water was brought back, and after a rest, she began to clean the kitchen utensils, sharpening the rusty kitchen knife neatly and brightly.

I scraped the crockpot clean and got a bowl of moldy cornmeal.

The mother and son each ate a roasted sweet potato, and they were not hungry, and both of them were hungry.

Fortunately, Jiang Jingshuo also took back two raw sweet potatoes, took one and washed it and cut it into small pieces of boiling water and put it in the pot, poured out half a bowl of moldy cornmeal, rubbed it again and again, and boiled a little sweet potato cornmeal batter.

The taste is okay, it is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice, who called this family nothing.

Although it is just a simple sweet potato corn paste, Jiang Jingxuan is so satisfied to eat, he likes his current mother so much.

The mother and son ate sweet potato corn paste, their stomachs felt a lot more comfortable, and it was still early to see that it was still early.

Jiang Lanqing carried the basket on his back and was holding a sickle to get something to satisfy his stomach.

On the way back from carrying water, she saw that there were white artemisia and bitter herbs and gray cabbage on the roadside, which she could dig up and eat.

What Jiang Lanqing has to do now is to make sure that the next meal is settled, so that he can slowly plan for the future.

Jiang Jingshuo followed his mother and made a happy little tail.

There are a lot of white artemisia, bitter herbs, gray cabbage, and plantain on the roadside.

Jiang Jingxuan followed behind his mother, holding a large handful of dog tail grass in his hand. Seeing this, Jiang Lanqing smiled gently, no matter how sensible he was, he was always a child.

The mother and son picked a basket after a while, and happened to meet the villagers who had returned home from working in the mountains in Wafang Village, and greeted them with a smile when they saw the wild vegetables in their baskets.

"What about mowing hogweed?"

The words were very polite, but in Jiang Lanqing's ears, she was a little embarrassed, she could only smile: "You want to go back?" ”

"Yes! I have to take my children to sit at home. The man laughed as he carried his hoe and hurried down the hill.

"Okay." Jiang Lanqing nodded.

When the man's back disappeared around the corner, Jiang Lanqing picked up the basket and led Jiang Jingxuan home.

Just because there were several people coming down the road over there, she didn't want to be as embarrassed as she was just now.

Jiang Lanqing later learned that some of the people of Linyue Country did not eat wild vegetables for many years, and some villagers did not even know that bitter vegetables could be eaten by Artemisia.

That person was one of them, and Jiang Lanqing didn't bother with her, knowing that she had no intention.

Jiang Lanqing, who led his son home, sorted several wild vegetables, selected them to be washed, saw the water and bottomed out, and went down the mountain to carry water with a bucket.

On the way to carry the water, the first thing she wants to do is to buy a water tank, which can be filled at one time, and the mother and son can eat for at least two or three days.

But in her memory, there was no copper plate at home, and no matter what she wanted to buy, she had to rely on herself to earn money.

When she returned home with water, it was already dark, Jiang Lanqing wanted to cook, but there was no firewood, and she felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

The son is also very sensible and says that he is not hungry.

Jiang Lanqing wanted to go to the forest not far away to get some firewood in the dark, but was hugged by his son: "Mother, don't go, there are foxes in the mountains and forests at night, and they will arrest people to alchemy." ”

She wanted to tell her son that these were all words from adults deceiving children, but before the words could be spoken, her son pointed to the direction of the mountains and forests: "Mother, you see, that's the fox alchemy." ”

Following the direction her son pointed, there were indeed a few flames in the forest that went up and down, making her feel furious.

was not afraid, but when her son said this, she was also afraid.

Although she didn't believe in fox alchemy, her brother told her about ghost fire, so she could only hold her son and go to bed.