Qin Miaomiao, who had borrowed a loan shark, felt that she was not nourishing every day, and she didn't dare to think about the amount of one hundred taels of silver, thinking about it was like picking up a knife to chop the old man Qin. Looking at the smile that Old Man Qin had after getting the money, it was really ugly!

But is the interest of fifty taels a little more, and I will ask if the dead man will give me a little reduction, if it doesn't work, just cry, and if I cry, the dead man will be soft-hearted.

Qin Miaomiao, who was lying on the couch, was like a fire on a frying pan, tossing and turning and couldn't sleep, listening to Su Mumian's long and even breathing, he became more and more irritable, or he would take a knife and wipe his neck, and he would be gone.

But it seems that something is wrong, the corpse is too difficult to deal with, in fact, Qin Miaomiao is reluctant to admit that she is reluctant to kill this dead man.

The shadows of the trees outside the window were reflected on the window lattice in the moonlight, Qin Miaomiao looked at the swaying shadows of the trees and suddenly had an idea, this village is very close to the mountains, flowers and plants are everywhere, maybe there are some medicinal herbs and treasures. If you go up the mountain and get a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum, a hundred-year-old ginseng or something, won't the debt be paid off at once?

The more Qin Miaomiao thought about it, the more excited she became, and she felt that the Lingzhi fairy grass that had gone up the mountain was already waving at her all over the mountain, and she couldn't wait to put on her clothes and go up the mountain immediately.

But reason still overcame her crazy desires, but she still got up early in the morning, scooped two scoops of multigrain noodles mixed with light salt water and rolled out a pot of noodles.

Slide the eggs in the oil pan, scoop a spoonful of fragrant bean paste and stir-fry in the pan, put the noodles strained with water into the sea bowl, sprinkle with cucumber shreds, chopped coriander, scoop a large spoonful of egg bean paste and put it on top. looks quite good, frustrated that she doesn't have a mobile phone, otherwise Qin Miaomiao really wants to take a photo and send it to a circle of friends.

Afraid that Su Mu would think that eating only noodles was too monotonous, Qin Miaomiao cooked and tore the leftover chicken breast from yesterday into strips, and poured sweet and sour juice and chili powder. One side and one cold dish, eating breakfast is similar to ordinary people's New Year.

I was just about to get Su Mu up, but when I turned around, I saw Su Mu dressed neatly and standing at the door, wearing a plain white robe today, his hair was only tied tightly at the end of his hair, and there were strands of broken hair hanging down on his temples, but he did not hide his handsome and neat face, just when the morning sun hit Su Mu's body, his body was suddenly plated with a halo, and in a trance, a few words appeared in Qin Miaomiao's mind, such as jade, unparalleled in the world.

Su Mu glanced at Qin Miaomiao's nymphomaniac expression, first disdainful, and then seemed to think of something, and there was a faint sadness between his eyebrows.

"Su Langzhong, let's eat." Qin Miaomiao ran to Su Mu's side diligently, and the corner of her clothes led him to the table.

Su Mu didn't respond, sat at the table and pulled the noodles closer, Qin Miaomiao also sat upside down, Su Mu had already moved her chopsticks, so she was naturally not polite. Hurry up and finish eating, there is still a career waiting for her to build.

Eating noodles in a big gulp, Qin Miaomiao felt very happy, when she was in Qin's house, Father Qin and Qin Ruhua ate noodles, Qin's mother took herself and other sisters to drink noodle soup on corn tortillas, the corn tortillas were rough and hard to swallow, and they could barely eat with a big mouthful of noodle soup.

As a modern person who often makes skewers of shabu-shabu, Qin Miaomiao really wanted to die for the first few days after he first came. But he was not reconciled, so he gritted his back molars and survived.

The fragrant and elastic noodles are paired with sweet and sour cold chicken shredded Qin Miaomiao was very happy to eat, and a bowl of noodles was in her stomach, so she had the time to look up at Su Mu. It's just that his bowl barely moved, just sat on the side and looked at himself, with a little resentment in his eyes: "Full?" ”

Qin Miaomiao's eyes rolled, and she said tentatively: "Why don't you eat it?" ”

"The noodles soaked in cold water are too fishy to swallow." Su Mu said flatly.

Qin Miaomiao opened her mouth, opened her mouth again, and finally swallowed the words back, and pouted secretly, the dead man is really exquisite, and the food he eats is very fragrant, he still can't swallow, but he is not hungry!

But I don't have time to serve him today, so I have to go into the mountain: "That Su Langzhong, I'm in a bit of a hurry today, you can make something else to eat later, I have to go." ”

Qin Miaomiao picked up the bamboo basket in the yard, and ran out regardless of whether Su Mutong agreed or not.

Su Mu shook his head and sneered: "Crazy girl! ”

Qin Miaomiao carried a big bamboo basket into the mountain, but the scene on this mountain was far from what he imagined, he thought it would be a green meadow, and the flowers were leisurely in the wind, but in fact, the green grass that grew up waist-high, and various branches dragged Qin Miaomiao's clothes, and it was difficult to walk.

The weather at the end of June has come to the hottest time of the year, and the sweat of Qin Miaomiao has been pouring down like a tide before the dense forest, and the faces on both sides have been smeared hot, and the sweat flows with bursts of stinging.

These are not the most frustrating things for Qin Miaomiao, the most striking thing for her is from the beginning of entering the mountain, she has already crossed two mountains, but she has not seen any valuable medicinal materials, she thought that Ganoderma lucidum ginseng can be dug casually, and the worst is He Shou Wu, Cordyceps sinensis is for her to choose.

That's how all the time-traveling novels I've read. But in fact, Mao'er didn't have it, and she was frustrated and discouraged urging her to go home, but she was a little unwilling to go back like this because she had suffered this sin.

Under the scorching sun, shuttling through the dense and unventilated mountain forests, Qin Miaomiao tried the first sweat steaming since the crossing.

The southeast and northwest have long been unrecognizable, and she can only feel it according to her mood.

Walking and walking, suddenly the woods are sparse, and when I turn over the mountain, I suddenly see a light in my eyes!