The farm life of a master of metaphysics

Chapter 140 Qin Fei Arrives
The next day was the day Song Ying and the drunkard old man agreed to go up the mountain.

Thinking of this period of time, the bamboo shoots in the mountains should have come out.

Song Ying likes to eat bamboo shoots very much, so she plans to take a backpack and a few sacks and go up the mountain to have a look.

Song Zhi naturally wanted to go with him, so the three of them carried three baskets on their backs.

The two little milk dogs brought back yesterday were also taken out by Song Ying.

It's just that the two little guys were nestled in the bamboo basket that brought them home yesterday, and now they opened their round eyes, looking at the surrounding situation, and occasionally let out a cry or two.

"I don't understand! Why did you bring these two puppies here! Isn't that Liu Shun at home? Just let him take care of it!" The color of disgust.

"It's enough for Liu Shun to take care of the wasteland. He has to cook several pots of mung bean soup every day. If you expect him to take care of the two puppies, I might as well do it myself!" Song Ying shook her head with a displeased expression on her face. rest assured.

The drunkard old man knew that Song Ying had the right idea, so he didn't say anything anymore.

This time, they changed to another mountain to climb, and they didn't head towards the deep mountains and old forests.

It took almost an hour, and the drunkard old man dug up all the herbs he needed.

Afterwards, the drunkard old man took Song Ying to identify the herbs on the mountain, and Song Zhi also took advantage of this good time to dig out a few roots.

It has to be said that it is easier to learn the classics of medicine if the books are compared with the real objects to memorize.

There are many things that I can't figure out on weekdays, but after seeing the herbs, I immediately understand.

After this trip, Song Ying still gained a lot.

Stopping and stopping along the way, Song Ying also picked some of the herbs she saw and put them in the back basket, intending to take them back.

Only by constantly deepening the memory, the things in the mind will be firm, and can be brought up and used when needed in the future.

This is a process of laying the foundation, so Song Ying is not sloppy at all.

When everyone was tired, the three found a place with a source of water, lit a fire, cooked a pot of hot vegetable soup, and brought out the scallion meat pie that Song Ying had made in the morning.

After each person shared a pie, everyone ate it with hot vegetable soup.

Naturally, the two little milk dogs also ate, but what they ate was not scallion pancakes, but white flour pancakes soaked in hot vegetable soup.

Because the bubble was soft, the two little guys ate very happily.

After eating, Rhubarb came to Song Ying's feet, snuggled up to her, and then fell asleep quietly with her eyes closed.

Xiao Hei also came to Song Ying's other foot. Although he was sleeping with his eyes squinted, his ears were always erected, as if he was always on guard.

Seeing this, Song Ying patted Xiao Hei's head very strangely.

"You are still young, you should have a good rest! Sleep! When you grow up, protect us and our home!"

Xiao Hei seemed to understand Song Ying's meaning, and gave a soft "owwow", and then fell asleep next to Song Ying.

"Hey, this little black dog is very spiritual!" The old drunkard said, stroking his beard when he saw it.

"Rhubarb is also very spiritual, but the two puppies have their own specialties! I would also like to thank the alcoholic grandpa for helping me choose two good dogs!" Song Ying looked at the two little milk dogs and said with a smile.

"It's also a fate between you!" said the drunkard old man.

After eating and drinking enough, the three of them squinted their eyes and slept for a while.

After everyone regained their energy, they went down the mountain to the bamboo forest they had encountered before.

I have to say that in this season, a lot of bamboo shoots popped up all at once.

This bamboo forest may be the reason why it is inaccessible. There are a lot of bamboo shoots growing in it.

Seeing this, Song Ying's eyes lit up, and she went straight to it.

Da Huang and Xiao Hei have been following Song Ying all the time, because they are too small and there are many weeds in the bamboo forest, so the two little milk dogs are often covered up, and Song Ying needs to call them to determine where they are running went.

Breaking bamboo shoots is addictive, Song Ying kept breaking them, and felt that the basket was full in a short time.

Not long after that, the sacks they brought were also full.

There was no way, the three of them simply found a flat place, then took out the machete, and started peeling the bamboo shoots on the spot.

You know, bamboo shoot shells have a lot of weight, and it will be much easier to peel them off and carry them back.

The three of them peeled the bamboo shoots together, while the two little milk dogs ran around mischievously, making a cheerful bark or two from time to time, and the scene was very warm for a while.

"Girl Ying'er, I see that your wasteland is weeding and planting herbs at the same time! What kind of feng shui is yours, when are you going to get it?" The drunkard old man remembered a serious matter and asked .

"Grandpa, drunkard, don't worry! I'm sure I won't let myself lose money! I'll divide up those herbs, and when one kind of herb is gone, I'll set up a feng shui array!" Song Yingjiang Her intentions were spoken.

"It's fine if you have a constitution in your heart! I am really looking forward to the medicinal herbs you planted when they grow up and mature. You don't know that the herbs you are planting now are very scarce in the market. Herbal medicine! Otherwise, you have to buy it from a far away place, and the loss along the way makes people feel distressed!" The drunkard old man said with a sigh.

"Grandpa Alcoholic, don't worry! The herbal medicine I grow will be ready soon, and the quality will be guaranteed, and it will help more patients treat their illnesses in the future!" Song Ying assured.

While talking, time passed quickly, and by the time the three of them went back down the mountain, it was already Shen Shi in the afternoon.

Before the three of them got home, they saw three people standing at the door of the house from a distance.

When he walked in, he saw that it was Ye Feng, whom he hadn't seen for a few days.

Beside Night Breeze, stood a little girl and a servant girl.

"Night Breeze, you haven't left yet?" Song Ying greeted after arriving at the door.

Night Breeze laughed when he heard Song Ying's words.

"Miss Song, I will stay in the village from now on!"

With that said, Night Breeze took out a letter from his pocket and handed it to Song Ying.

"Miss Song, this is a letter from my son, please open it first and have a look!"

After Song Ying took the letter, she first held it in her hand, and then looked at the other two people.

"Who are these two?"

Qin Fei has been sizing up Song Ying since she appeared.

Seeing that Song Ying noticed her at this moment, she walked forward, took Song Ying's hand and said, "Sister Song, my name is Qin Fei, and I am Qin Jie's younger sister. In the next few days, please Sister Song took good care of me!"

When Song Ying heard Qin Fei's words, she immediately had a bad prophecy.

"Aren't you going to borrow at my house?"

"Sister Song is really smart, she guesses right!" Qin Fei replied with a smile.

(End of this chapter)