On the second day, she saw that her forehead was broken in the bronze mirror, she went to find ointment to apply it to herself, last night I thought it was just a small injury, but I didn't expect it to be such a big hole.

Outside the window, the summer light was warm and mild, but the room was a little cold, she smeared the ointment on the bronze mirror, combed the hair grate, changed into a coarse linen clothes, and walked to the mountains and forests with a bamboo basket and a small hoe.

Since she moved here, she spends most of her day going up the mountain to pick wild vegetables, picking wild fruits, digging herbs, and then coming back to wash wild vegetables, wild fruits, dry wild vegetables, and dry herbs.

She herself has no money at all, life has to go on, once upon a time when her father and mother were still there, she followed her father and mother who liked to live in the mountains for a period of time every year in the mountains and forests to know a few herbs.

Herbs can be sold for some silver taels in exchange for some daily necessities, and you can still live by saving a little life.

In fact, Gao Wei quietly put a lot of silver tickets on her dresser, and a lot of rice and noodles sent from the stove room, these things are enough for her to live for a long time.

But it is not wise to sit and eat empty mountains, while you are still young, you can save some silver is a little.

Early summer was supposed to be hot, and the sun overhead was red like a big fireball, but it wasn't hot when you hid in the shade of a tree.

Along the way, the trees were shaded, her eyes were sharp, she picked a lot of wild vegetables, and the bamboo basket contained a lot, looking like she could eat it for a day.

The mountains and forests are not very safe, it is inconvenient for her to live in the mountains and forests as an orphan girl, and now it is even more dangerous to go into the forest to pick wild vegetables, but she can't do it, the yard in the county has been burned.

Although Chen Feng sent someone to renovate it, it was not her yard anymore.

Inside, there are no traces of living with her parents, and there are no traces of her living with him.

Yan Qiuluo looked at the fruit tree in front of her and sighed, that courtyard, even if Chen Feng sent someone to restore it, it was not the courtyard where she used to live.

Just like her and Chen Feng, even if they live again, they are not the same as in their previous life.

All things, in the dark, have changed, even in small details, and all of them can change because of a single mistake.

Every minute in the past is different from now.

The fruit on the fruit tree was beautiful, red, as if ripe, and she pulled a smile at the corner of her mouth and put the basket down.

The slightly wet rough trunk in the morning dew was still a little slippery to the touch, thinking that this was her own ration, she hugged the trunk vigorously and shook it, trying to shake the fruit tree and shake the fruit down.

Before a few fruits fell, Yan Qiuluo gritted his teeth, simply lifted his skirt and kicked his feet up the tree.

When I was a child, I followed my father and mother to live in the mountains for a period of time every year, who has not climbed a tree, and a wild fruit tree is still difficult to fall in autumn.

Yan Qiu was tired and panting, and finally got the tree, picked a lot of wild fruits on the tree, and threw them all in the grass on the ground first, ready to go down and pick them up later.

When she was almost done, she slowly slid down the tree.

Suddenly, my foot slipped and I almost fell, but fortunately, my uninjured hand grabbed and escaped.

Behind a tree in the distance, a man was staring at her, and when he saw her like this, he was so frightened that he almost flew over to save her, but fortunately, he was relieved to see that she was okay.

Yan Qiuluo, who was hanging on the tree, took a breath a little, and then slowly slid down and landed safely on the ground.

After landing, I hurriedly picked up the small fruits, and after picking them up, I rushed to the bamboo garden where I lived.

It was not safe in the mountains, and except for the rain, she would come out every morning for a while, and before noon, she would hurry home.

When she had gone, the man behind the tree showed his face, and there was a hare at the man's feet, who had just been shot, and the man was dressed as a hunter, and he looked really good, and he picked up the hare and walked deep into the mountains.

There is a small river on the way back to Zhuyuan in Yan Qiuluo, the river water is clear, and the villagers under the mountain rely on this small river very much, and the laundry and vegetables are basically by the river, and Yan Qiuluo is no exception.

Except for the water she drank from a mountain spring behind the bamboo garden, all the other domestic water relied on this river, she had lived in the mountains for a long time, and the relationship with the villagers under the mountain was good.

The villagers at the foot of the mountain often have to go up the mountain to cut firewood, and occasionally come up to dig wild vegetables and pick wild fruits.

Some of the older villagers knew about her father and mother in the past, and her father and mother were old acquaintances, at that time her father and mother were kind-hearted and lived a prosperous life, and every time they met villagers chopping wood on the mountain, they had to call in to drink tea and keep it for a hot meal.

Which villagers watched her grow up, and now they know that she is an orphan girl, and the yard of her family in the county is still on fire and gone, and they feel a little sorry for her.

Whenever some kind-hearted villagers go up the mountain to chop firewood, they also give her a bundle of firewood in front of her bamboo garden, which can be regarded as helping her in disguise.

She knew in her heart that they were good, and she wanted to reciprocate.

Today I picked the wild fruits, washed them, and ate two of them myself, sweet and sour, and she put the rest aside first.

There are also washed wild vegetables in the bamboo blue, she carefully selects the wild vegetables, the wild vegetables have tender green leaves, the plants are full of fine fluff, the fluffy touch is very comfortable, very beautiful, some also have small yellow flowers, she remembers that her mother said, this wild vegetable has a name, called buffalo flower.

Buffalo flowers, there are many in the fields and countryside in spring, and now it's early summer, I didn't expect there to be in the mountains, I think it may be that the temperature in the mountains is low, and the season for buffalo flowers to survive has become longer.

This kind of flowers and plants, washed clean, mashed with clean stone tools and wooden boards, to get juice, and then the mud of the buffalo flowers, mixed with some glutinous rice flour and sugar, kept pinching, squeezing, pressing, making a round little green ball.

Put it on the steamer and steam it or fry it in an oil pan, and after cooking, one by one it will be blue and turn into green dumplings, which are sweet and sticky and delicious.

When she was a child, when her parents were still there, her mother took her to do it with her, and her mother told her that this buffalo flower can also cure cough, lower blood gas, and dispel rheumatism, which is regarded as a medicinal herb.

She washed the buffalo flowers, followed the recipe in her memory, and began to make dumplings.

When it was done, she put it in the steamer and started to make a fire, there was not much firewood in the house, and she was going to pick up some in the afternoon.

Burning the fire, looking at the things in the stove, the things in it are all new, they were replaced by Gao Yu when she was away, those old things in the past have long been unusable, and most of the furniture in the house has been replaced with new ones by Gao Yu, thinking of Gao Yu......

She sighed, blaming her for not having much knowledge and not experiencing much, and a person who treated her very well, no matter what his purpose was, she regarded him as a friend from her heart and accepted him.

Now that I heard that he was dead, I thought that I had told Chen Feng what I had heard......

In this way, she can be regarded as an accomplice, she touched the injury on her right hand, the injury has not completely healed, and the two thieves are too ruthless.