Nongmen ruffian concubine: ploughing the fields, planting buns

Chapter 564 The Taste of the Mountains and Fields

The wind on the mountain is slightly stronger than that at the bottom, but the temperature rises, which is a warm and comfortable weather.

Ding Shitou helped Zhao Jian to go out first, Ding Dian locked the door behind, and sisters Xiaofu and Lingdang also happily went out with their small backpacks on their backs.

They work at home all year round and rarely go out. Now they can also go up the mountain to play, so they are very happy.

Li Kan and Han Yiqing followed from a distance. Qin Ye and the others were used to running up the mountain. Knowing that they were going up the mountain, they first took a few baskets and went up the mountain.

Spring is the season of vitality and life, so hunters do not hunt in spring to show their respect for life.

But they are not hunters. The wild animals that have survived the cold winter are just eating fat, so why don't they call them to eat fat, tender and delicious?

But they didn't make a living as hunters, so they just hunted some pheasants and hares and cooked a few dishes.

Dante Shishi helped Zhao Jian up the mountain, but they didn't go hunting. They just went to pick some fungus and mountain mushrooms and enjoy the air in the mountains.

As soon as he walked up the mountain path, the teenagers came running behind.

"Boss! Why did you bring your cousin here? The mountain road is narrow, so walk slowly!" Jiang Huzi shouted worriedly as he ran in front.

"It's okay, you guys go first, let's take a stroll." Ding Shitou turned his head and saw them running up, he pulled Zhao Jian sideways to make way.

"Alright, let's find a place first, and then call you over." Jiang Huzi was not polite when he saw this, and went up first, and the others followed behind.

They picked a lot of fungus last year to supply Qin Feng, but later they concentrated on studying and rarely went to the mountains. Although someone at home came to pick fungus, the supply was less.

Fortunately, Qinfeng Restaurant was originally only for storage and supply to semicolons, not for dry goods business, so they didn't say anything when they knew that they didn't have stock because of reading.

But now that the exam has just passed, the next exam is not only a year away, but also a long and arduous battle. Therefore, this work still needs to be done.

During the meal, the boss also said that in the past year, they picked up books again, and many homework had to focus on laying the foundation, but in the future, it is the process of accumulating knowledge. Of course, you must study hard, but don't think of yourself as a nerd.

If the four limbs are not working hard and the five grains are not distinguished, it will be ridiculous.

Naturally, their peasant children will not become like that, but they also understand the meaning of the boss, and there is no delay in studying and working.

So everyone agreed that from now on, we will still go up to the mountain at noon every day, and we will still go fishing in the morning.

These are their sources for now.

And Zhang Zhong would go to the city to make ramen, and he would go to the city on the holidays, and he would go to the city every evening to make a living, and he would just go home before closing the city gate.

Although it was hard work, their family bought a donkey a few years ago and made a cart, so they could cope with it in time.

Knowing that everyone has plans for the future, Ding Shitou is naturally gratified. A person should be so proactive and earn a career in his own way.

The mountain breeze brings the smell of grass and wild flowers, mixed with the smell of sunshine and earth.

Ding Shitou helped Zhao Jian into the path in the woods, sniffed it vigorously, and said with a smile, "The smell of camellia oleifera, wild camphor tree, Du Heng, wild rose, clove, honeysuckle... "

As she counted out the names, Zhao Jian also twitched his nose, trying to distinguish those smells, but some of them were unknown to him.

After all, growing up in the Northern King City, Zhao Jian is not very familiar with the taste of these mountains.

(End of this chapter)