When the old man came over for breakfast, Song Yun had already boiled the soy milk.

"Would you like a bowl of soy milk?"

The old man wanted to eat it, "Yes, give me some sugar."

She served a bowl of soy milk to the old man and Song Ziyi respectively, added some sugar, and kept a bowl for herself. The rest was to be used to make tofu.

After the soy milk solidified into tofu pudding, the old man quickly poured himself a large bowl, adding the spicy meat sauce that Song Yun made herself and the shredded cold vegetables to go with the porridge, and ate it all in silence.

Ziyi originally liked to eat sweet tofu pudding, but when he saw the old man eating it this way, he also learned to mix a bowl and found that it tasted really good and had a unique flavor.

Song Yun set aside two large bowls of tofu pudding. When the tofu was ready in the evening, she would give a bowl of tofu pudding and some tofu cubes to Liang Hongjun. If they didn't have the stone mill, they would not be able to eat tofu all day.

After the tofu was pressed, the three of them went out. They were taking the steamed buns and boiled eggs that they hadn't finished eating in the morning to Xiqinshan for lunch.

Song Yun and Gu Lao Tou each carried a backpack. Zi Yi didn't have a backpack, so he picked up a basket that Gu Lao Tou had found. There were a few sacks stuffed in the basket, for fear that the harvest was too much and the basket couldn't hold it all.

It was Ziyi's first time to visit the mountains in the south. He was very excited along the way. When he arrived and saw the lush greenery of the mountains and forests, he was so happy that he couldn't stop smiling.

"The mountains and forests here are really different from those in the north," said Ziyi.

The old man smiled and said, "That's back then. The climate is different. Winters in the north are cold, and the grass and trees wither. Plus, they use more firewood in the north, so I heard many mountaintops are bare."

Song Yun nodded. "That's right. Most small hills are indeed barren in winter. Only those deep mountains and old forests where wild animals roam can preserve the trees."

As the weather got warmer, there were more birds in the mountains. Some of the birds were brightly colored, and Ziyi had never seen them before. He held a stone in his hand, wanting to shoot it down but not wanting to.

Song Yun said, "These birds didn't provoke you, and they don't have any meat on them. Why are you hitting them? You'll hit the rabbit later."

Ziyi was soft-hearted and reluctant to hit her, so he nodded immediately after hearing his sister's words, "Then I won't hit you."

Ziyi jumped and ran forward. The old man found a few herbs and was digging them. Song Yun quietly raised her hand, pretending to wipe the sweat off her face. She scanned a thrush and a bird that looked like a yellow warbler and got 160 star coins.

In spring, the mountains are full of wild flowers, and even the air is filled with the mixed scent of various flowers, herbs and woods, which makes people feel happy and is much better than the various perfumes in later generations.

In addition to herbs, there are endless fresh wild vegetables to pick.

The three of them had a clear division of labor. Song Yun and the old man picked herbs, while Ziyi picked wild vegetables. If he saw spring mushrooms, he would not let them go and put them all into the basket.

Song Yun deliberately separated the medicinal herbs from the old man. Firstly, it was more efficient, and secondly, it was convenient for her to do some small tricks. As she watched the balance of star coins continue to increase, her mood became better and better.

Seeing that the three people's backpacks and bamboo baskets were almost full, Song Yun began to transfer the herbs into the storage compartment little by little, trying to bring as many herbs back as possible.

The three of them walked and stopped, and encountered wild rabbits and pheasants, which were all caught by Song Ziyi. They harvested three pheasants, two nests of pheasant eggs, and two fat rabbits.

The old man asked Ziyi to hide the pheasants and rabbits at the bottom of the basket. "You don't know how difficult those old women in the family compound are. If they see us, we won't be able to eat a single bite."

That must be hidden. Why should they give the game they worked so hard to get to strangers?