There were no adventures along the way, and almost all the edible plants that Mu Xiwen knew were picked cleanly, and there was no such thing as the food that the aborigines didn't know about everywhere as written in the novel.

Thinking about it, the living standards of the villagers are so low, and even the bark and Guanyin soil have been swallowed into their stomachs during the famine, how can there be any food that can escape the mouths of the victims.

As long as one person tasted it, word of mouth spread it, and soon the whole village would know about it.

As for ginseng, Ganoderma lucidum or something, it's even more impossible, there are people in the village who go up to the mountains to pick wild vegetables almost every day, not to mention that there are special hunters, they are the ones who rely on the mountains to eat, and they don't know if there are treasures in the mountains?

Although her reason stated the above words over and over again, Mu Xiwen still couldn't help but ask 444: "Isn't it really because I bound you that I didn't find ginseng and Ganoderma lucidum?" ”

444 was speechless: [Are you a fool when you are an aborigine? They can't see it, but you can see it? Moreover, the growth environment of rare plants such as ginseng and Ganoderma lucidum is very harsh. There is still some possibility in the depths of the mountain where no one has set foot, how can the outer part of the mountain grow? 】

Mu Xiwen stood halfway up the mountain and looked into the distance, the more he walked in, the more lush the trees became, and the path that had been trampled on by man was gone.

The trees that shaded the sky were crowded one after another, completely covering the sky, and the forest was completely dark.

Her foot hesitated a few times, but eventually landed on the road. Forget it, stay in the green mountains, and don't be afraid of no firewood.

She did find some medicinal herbs, but unfortunately most of them did not mature until autumn, and now picking them would only destroy a medicinal herb.

She was unwilling to go home empty-handed, so she wandered around the mountain again.

A gust of breeze blew, bringing a clear mountain breeze from the mountains, and a faint fragrance, which made Mu Xiwen feel relaxed and happy, and she subconsciously followed the fragrance of flowers.

Among the green leaves of the tree, clusters of gardenias resemble holy fairies, and the pure white petals are distinctly inlaid around the pale yellow stamens.

Mu Xiwen looked at it intoxicated, and a delicacy that he had eaten in his previous life suddenly flashed in his mind.

！ Her eyes lit up, and there it was!

She carefully plucked the petals and carefully spread them in the basket, which was soon filled with white gardenias.

Mu Xiwen was excited, the gardenias in this mountain are more fragrant, and the petals are fuller and more pleasing.

When she got home, she washed the gardenia petals in clean water, soaked them in salted water for half an hour, then drained them and covered them with flour.

If any food wants to be delicious, it is indispensable to be assisted by oil and salt. Fortunately, when the "family" was "separated", each room built its own small kitchen, otherwise Wang would have scolded her again when she saw her mixing flower petals with precious oil and salt.

"Zizi-" The hot oil in the pot continued to emit aroma, and as soon as the flour-coated gardenia fell into the pot, the skin immediately turned golden.

The oil boiled hot, and in just a few minutes, all the gardenias turned into fragrant delicacies.

Looking at the blooming golden petals on the plate, Mu Xiwen showed a satisfied look, she picked up one petal and took a bite.

The crispy and crispy aroma of oil spreads in the mouth, and when you bite into the crispy skin, it is soft and glutinous. Not only is the taste crisp and refreshing, but also has a hint of sweetness.

Mu Xiwen squinted his eyes happily, reminiscing about the fragrant, crispy and sweet taste.

At the time of Shen, all the people who had worked had come back. Mu Xiwen estimated that it was already around four o'clock in the afternoon.

She touched her hungry belly, and deepened her idea of making money as soon as possible.

Most of the farmers in the Great Wei Dynasty only ate two meals, the meal at 8 or 9 o'clock in the morning was called "big food", and the meal at 3 or 4 o'clock in the afternoon was called "small food". Small foods are not as good as big foods.

As soon as she finished eating, she called Mu Fuyang, the eldest son of the second uncle's family.

"Brother Fuyang, can you accompany us to the county seat tomorrow? I want to go to the city and sell food to make some money. ”

Although he was seventeen years old, Mu Fuyang, who was exceptionally tall and strong, was stunned for a moment, and then shook his big white teeth and laughed, "Okay, it just so happens that Changhe next door is going to the town to sell eggs tomorrow, let me tell him, let's take his ox cart." After speaking, he didn't delay, and took her to Zhou Changhe's house.

Zhou Changhe is the same age as Mu Fuyang, and he is also a dark-skinned and sturdy young man. After listening to the intentions of the two, his eyes inadvertently swept over Mu Xiwen.

Mu Xiwen, who had always been silent and always walked with her head down and her chest in her mouth, was full of confidence and a warm smile on her white face at this time, as if she found herself looking at him, the corners of her mouth curled even wider, and her cheeks even showed two shallow dimples, as beautiful as a camellia that unfolded in an instant.

"Good...... All right. He stumbled.

I didn't expect it to be so easy to agree, and Mu Xiwen's smile suddenly became more genuine. Zhou Changhe's face rose a thin red, leaving a sentence of "waiting for you at the head of the village tomorrow morning" and ran away.

"Hey, this kid." Mu Fuyang touched his head suspiciously, "By the way, Awen, what are you going to sell?" ”

"Hehe, you'll find out tomorrow."

Before dawn the next day, Mu Xiwen pulled Zhao to the small kitchen.

The two of them quickly got ready. Soon, a basket full of crispy fried gardenias was out of the pot.

When Mu Fuyang came to the door of the third room, he was instantly hooked by the charming fragrance and the gluttonous worms in his stomach.

"Wow, what are you doing?"

When he saw Mu Xiwen in men's clothes, he was very surprised.

"It's convenient to go out in men's clothes, don't make a mistake, I'm your brother now."

"Okay." Mu Fuyang's mind was all in the pot, and seeing that the Zhao family refused Mu Xiwen's feeding, although he was so hungry that he drooled, he had to refuse the food that came to his mouth with a bitter face.

He opened his mouth wide in retaliation and breathed heavily, as if trying to inhale all the aromas from the kitchen into his stomach.

"Arwen, you smell very good, but will anyone really buy it?" He was still full of doubts about this crispy fried gardenia with no flowers and no vegetables.

"Don't worry." Mu Xiwen replied with a confident look.

"A-Niang, Brother Fuyang and I will go to the county seat first today, so you don't have to wait for us for dinner."

Zhou Changhe had been waiting at the intersection in an ox cart for a long time. The old ox, which was already a little old, wagged its tail leisurely, chewing on the grass that had just been picked in the morning. Suddenly, its tail stood up, and then it turned its head to stare at the visitor.

Zhou Changhe also saw Mu Xiwen and a few people, he looked at Mu Xiwen who was pretending to be a man in some surprise, but he didn't ask very politely, just shrugged his nose and asked, "What's so fragrant?" ”

Mu Fuyang smiled, "It's what Ah Wen is going to sell." ”

From Xihe Village to Anyang County, it takes more than an hour to walk on foot, and it takes nearly an hour to take an ox cart.

When the sky was slightly bright, several people finally stepped on the bluestone slab in the county town from the potholed dirt road. Seeing the crowded streets, Mu Xiwen's dirt bun felt extremely novel.