flee from famine!After being forced to sell to a rough man, I counterattacked

Chapter 54 Pinellia and Amaranth

Qin Min saw them thinking hard, and was silent for a while, "Ban Xia."

Liang Dawei's eyes lit up, "Yes, that's the name, do you recognize it, little lady?"

"Well, it's written in the brochure."

Qin Min looked at the pinellia in his hand, and sighed in his heart, it was really not easy for them to find one that looked exactly like the herb album.

The others were amazed when they heard this, "Little lady, do you really memorize all the herbs in the album?"

Qin Min smiled, "There are a lot of pictures on it, and it's pretty easy to remember."

The picture album that Uncle Liang gave her was only a few dozen pages, with a bunch of illustrations, and it used simple classical Chinese, so she almost memorized it as soon as she got it.

Qin Min paused, and said softly, "I see there are a lot of pinellia over there. Do you want to pick them there?"

Everyone was stunned, there are many pinellia?

Why didn't they find out?
Several people thought that Qin Min would take them elsewhere.

Unexpectedly, she turned back to the grass just now, and pulled out a weed from the grass, "Hey, isn't this Pinellia?"

Everyone, including those who climbed the cliff in order to pick pinellia, fell silent.

If the little lady hadn't been so casual, they wouldn't have a strong sense of distrust in their hearts.

Qin Min glanced at the bushes, then pulled out another weed, "There's another one here."

After she finished speaking, she looked into the depths of the grass again.

One of them quickly raised his palm, "Stop."

Qin Min turned around.

"Little lady, don't worry, can you let us have a look first?"

Qin Min said indifferently, and gave them the two pinellia plants.

Several people gathered around the two herbs Qin Min picked and compared them with the herbs under the cliff for a while.

One of them carefully said: "Little lady, the grass you picked is indeed a bit like pinellia, but yours is oval, ours is round, it's still different."

Qin Min felt helpless, and was about to be overwhelmed by their rigor.

She explained: "Because what you pick is called raw pinellia, and what I pick is called Qing pinellia."

Qin Min explained to them the similarities and differences in the appearance of the two pinellia.

Several people,"……"

Pinellia is just Pinellia, how come there are two names?
And what is this Qing pinellia that doesn't look like the picture book, is it really a herb?

But what the little lady said is true, people want to believe it unconsciously.

Most of them were persuaded by Qin Min, they couldn't decide to pay attention, so they couldn't help but look at Fu Minglai.

Fu Ming looked at Qin Min.

Qin Min added warmly: "My mother-in-law has wet phlegm in her throat all year round, and the doctor often prescribes this medicine for her. After a long time, I know it's called Qingbanxia."

Fu Minglai's eyes were slightly deep.

In fact, he knows a little bit of pharmacology. Damp phlegm is nothing but caused by external evils entering the body, unrestrained diet, long-term consumption of fatty, glycerinated food, and old age.

Her mother-in-law looks about 40 years old, not old and frail; there is wet phlegm all the year round, so it is not due to occasional external pathogens entering the body, then there is only one reason left.

Fu Minglai looked at Qin Min's emaciated appearance, and he could completely imagine the scene where other people were big fish and meat, and she was alone with porridge and pickles.

He had never been so close to these little women in his two lifetimes, and he never thought that one day he would learn about their lives from Qin Min.

These little women at the bottom are like the dust above the wooden cabinet, almost transparent.

No one knows their pain, no one knows their suffering, even they themselves are used to being sold out and treated coldly.

Fu Minglai didn't think about it, he narrowed the darkness in his eyes, and said softly: "You can see what this Qing Pinellia looks like, so go pick it."

The others quickly responded and rushed into the grass to pick them wantonly.

Qin Min is also picking herbs. Fortunately, her hands are not as delicate as other parts of her body. The hands are so calloused that she won't be stabbed even if she doesn't wear gloves.

Seeing Liang Dawei nearby, she asked casually, "Brother Liang, didn't you bring Uncle Liang here to pick herbs?"

Liang Dawei picked off a few pinellia and threw them into the vines behind him, "Yeah, I haven't brought them before."

"Why, Uncle Liang knows medicinal herbs. If he comes, you don't need to bother to identify them."

Liang Dawei curled his lips, "That's what you say, but Uncle Liang's old cold legs can't climb mountains, and he refuses to let us carry them. We can only rely on us to gather herbs."

Qin Min said oh.

Luckily, Uncle Liang didn't come, otherwise he would have died of anger seeing them brushing through a pile of treasured herbs such as nightshade, Polygonum multiflorum, and Nettle grass without turning their eyes.

She didn't want to be too showy, and found that it was almost done after Qing Banxia.

Since they didn't realize that the other weeds were also medicinal herbs, she just pretended not to see them, and instead of throwing those herbs into the vines, she quietly threw them into the space.

Liang Dawei was picking pinellia, and when he saw one of the herbs, he always felt that it looked a little familiar.

With a puzzled look on his face, he picked off the medicinal herb and handed it to Qin Min, "Little lady, do you think this is also a medicinal herb?"

Qin Min glanced at the herb, remembering that it was mentioned in the picture book, and said, "Well, it is written in the booklet that this is amaranthus, which can clear away heat and dampness, detoxify and reduce swelling. The medicinal soup you drank yesterday has this."

Liang Dawei was overjoyed, "I just said that I seem to have seen it somewhere!"

When other people heard about the discovery of other medicinal herbs, they couldn't help coming over.

When they saw the amaranth in Liang Dawei's hand, they couldn't help but frowned. The amaranth in the album didn't seem to look like this, it didn't have the same shape, and it wasn't as thick.

Several people coughed lightly, "Little lady, you haven't studied medicinal herbs for a long time, so you may not be very clear. These plants look very similar, but if there is a slight difference, it is basically impossible to find the right one."

Qin Min nodded.

In a sense, it is true.

No wonder they are so strict to find them according to the picture.

Qin Min asked curiously, "Have you never missed any medicinal herbs?"

Several people,"……"

Liang Dawei laughed out loud, "There are so many mistakes, and I don't know where I have the face to teach my little lady."

Several people were suddenly annoyed.

Liang Dawei didn't laugh for too long, "That's it, I think it's amaranth, pick it up quickly, don't dawdle and be lazy, don't you want to spend the night on the mountain?"

Several people looked at each other, forget it, just pick it up, anyway, if it's wrong, it's Liang Dawei's.

Seeing those people walking away, Liang Dawei turned his head to look at Qin Min, showing some guilt, "Little lady, I can't really be wrong, right?"

Qin Min said with certainty: "You read that right, it is indeed amaranthus."

Only then did Liang Dawei make up his mind and started picking carefully.

In the past, they could only fill half of the baskets in half a day, but they were filled quickly with the two herbs of Qingpinellia and amaranth.

The basket is full, so it's time to go down the mountain.

When all the people returned, they were all in a trance.

They used to pick herbs under the afterglow of dusk, carrying a small bag of herbs on their backs, with sore legs back to the thatched cottage.

Now even before noon, they came back.

(End of this chapter)