The group pets the little fisherman, she has a lot of happy events

"Draft? What's so exciting about it? What does it have to do with you and me?"

Ye Xiuyan didn't care much, stepped into the house, picked up the herbs by the window again and carefully screened them.

"Why is it none of my sister's business?"

The little girl's eyes widened: "Sister is so beautiful, my father said that as long as my sister runs for election, she will definitely become a concubine in the palace and become a master.

"Female concubine? Not rare."

Ye Xiuyan smiled teasingly, with a trace of disdain flashing in her eyes.

~

Two months ago, she and Lin Jingcheng were traveling in the Western Jin Dynasty and came to this small mountain village on the border with Fengqi.

Jianqiao Village is surrounded by mountains and rivers, with beautiful scenery and only a dozen households.

Most of the villagers make a living by fishing, and men with strong skills will also go hunting in the mountains on sunny days to improve their lives.

When Ye Xiuyan came here, she fell in love with this small fishing village that was very similar to Longquan Village.

For the sake of his beloved wife, Lin Jingcheng decided to stay here temporarily.

The two built a bamboo house in the bamboo forest at the foot of the mountain. They called themselves brother and sister to hide their identity from others.

~

"Sister Yan, how wonderful it is to be a royal concubine!"

The little girl didn't know the inside story, and her brain was shocked by the words "not rare": "When you become a royal concubine, you will have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of your life. You will have delicacies from the mountains and seas every day, big fish and meat, and you will no longer have to eat wild vegetables and porridge."

"It is better to eat fish than to eat fish, and it is better to eat wild vegetables than to eat wild vegetables. Everyone has different pursuits. In my sister's opinion, wild vegetables are fresh and nutritious, and are much more delicious than fish."

Children in the mountains are as simple and honest as villagers who cannot grow up, and do not understand the dangers of the world.

Ye Xiuyan raised the corners of her lips, her humorous smile deepened a little, her fingertips brushed the herbs, and she gently rubbed her head. The moment she looked back, her eyes fell on the basket on her back, and she couldn't help but feel happy.

Qionghua grass!
The newly picked wild vegetables in the basket were mixed with a few medicinal herbs. In the eyes of ordinary people, they were as common as foxtail grass, but in her eyes, they were good treasures that contained abundant spiritual power.

His thoughts moved slightly, and his elegant voice was a little more impatient and excited: "Cui Ya'er, where did you find these grasses?"

"In the mountain col to the north, next to the creek"

Cui Ya was talking enthusiastically when her thoughts were suddenly interrupted and she was a little confused.

The simple and lovely little girl couldn't understand why her fairy-like sister was not interested in glory and wealth, but only had a soft spot for weeds covered with soil.

"Sister Yao Cao left it behind. Here are a few copper coins for you. Take them to your dad and ask him to buy you delicious food next time he goes to town."

Ye Xiuyan took out a few coins from the sachet, stuffed them into Cui Ya's little hand, picked up the basket under the wooden table, threw it over her shoulder, and pulled her out of the bamboo house.

"Sister Yan, I can't ask for your money. You helped my mother see a doctor and cured my mother. My father will beat me if he knows that I want your money."

"Hey, sister Yan, don't leave, I really can't ask for your money."

Cui Ya was still in a daze and was pulled out of the house. She lowered her head and looked at the copper plate in her hand, her eyes widening.

When I woke up, I chased out of the small courtyard anxiously. The slender and beautiful figure had already leapt up to the treetops several times, floating into the distance like blue smoke.

~

The mountain wind howled, and the refreshing northwest wind circulated in the mountains for a long time. Ye Xiuyan finally found the so-called mountain col next to the creek in the north that Cui Ya had mentioned.

I stood by the puddle and couldn't laugh or cry.

This is not a creek. It is clearly a pool of mountain water after heavy rains. It has been silted here for many years. There are layers of fallen leaves floating on the water surface. It is really hard to tell until it reaches the bottom of the col.