After Mengzi left, Old Lady Feng sighed, "We in Wangjia Village now have life-saving food. People in other villages are having a hard time."
Old Lady Feng knew this area very well because she was a midwife. When she went to Yanjia Village yesterday, she heard that an elderly widower in Yanjia Village had passed away.
"Alas, every spring famine kills a few people, but the number has been especially high in the past two years."
In the past, spring famines were also difficult to endure, but people could mostly get through them by being frugal at the end of the year. The past two years have been tough, and even if the year-end is approaching, the spring famine is still difficult to endure.
"Don't they go to the mountains to find food?" Jiaojiao asked.
"They also go up the mountain. But everyone has their own rules. Our Wangjia Village and Caijia Village are right next to the mountain. The mountain near us is our territory. Others who want to go up the mountain have to take a detour. In spring, the entire mountain is plundered and bare."
Jiaojiao fell into deep thought. She didn't know what else to do, but at least she could take action on this mountain.
"Great-grandma, let's go up the mountain to pick wild vegetables?" Jiaojiao asked.
Old Lady Feng... I wonder what this little ancestor is going to do next.
It was still early, so Old Lady Feng thought, let’s go.
Old Lady Feng carried Jiaojiao up the mountain.
The peaches on the peach tree in the Feng family's courtyard are ripening day by day and will be ready to eat in two days.
"This peach is ripe too early!" Old Lady Feng muttered. "It's too eye-catching!"
"Divide it!" Jiaojiao said.
"Yes, it doesn't matter whether it's eye-catching or not. As long as everyone can benefit from it, it's fine." Old Lady Feng agreed.
The shepherd's purse on the mountain had been dug twice, and only a few seedlings had emerged. Jiaojiao waved her little hand, and Old Lady Feng witnessed the most unforgettable scene of her life: the hillside was instantly covered with shepherd's purse.
Old Mrs. Feng was stunned and completely stunned.
Jiaojiao looked at it and thought, "Oh, was it too strong? What should I do if my great-grandmother is scared silly?"
"Jiaojiao? These are all...made up by you?" Old Mrs. Feng took a long time to find her voice.
"Yeah, yeah!" Jiaojiao nodded vigorously.
"And those trees are all chestnut trees. They are starting to bear fruit now and we can eat them in a while." Jiaojiao pointed to the trees she had released from the Qiankun bag two days ago.
"Can we eat chestnuts so early?" asked Old Lady Feng.
Jiaojiao hummed, "The peaches in our yard are almost ready to eat!"
Old Lady Feng thought about it and agreed. No matter what time it was, having something to fill her stomach was better than anything else.
Jiaojiao rummaged through her purse and pulled out a thick, long white radish: "Why not plant this one too?"
Old Lady Feng pointed at the white radish in surprise: "White white radish? This is ginseng, my dear! How...how do you have such a big ginseng?"
Hey, ginseng? Jiaojiao looked over. I wondered if ginseng could grow like this? It looked like the white radish used for soup. She was still young in her previous life, only sixteen when her bloodline awakened, so she had no use for ginseng. And from what she knew, wasn't ginseng supposed to have long, thin roots and a small body? This ginseng, hmm, was plump and white, juicy, and just looking at it made her want to take a bite.
Of course, Old Lady Feng wouldn’t be wrong.
"Quick! Put it away! Put it away wherever you want, it's a place full of fairy spirits."
Jiaojiao threw the ginseng into the space as instructed.
"Do you want to plant some more yams? Or sweet potatoes? Potatoes? Pumpkins?"
Every time Jiaojiao said one, one appeared before her eyes.
Old Lady Feng hurriedly stopped them: "Hurry, hurry, put it away! Just say it, don't take it out! Be careful not to be seen!"
Jiaojiao waved her hand and the thing disappeared instantly.
Old Lady Feng said, "Don't worry, let's wait for a while. During this period, we can barely get through it by relying on shepherd's purse. Besides, this shepherd's purse is better than those black noodles. It tastes good and makes people feel more energetic."
"Then should we sprinkle some next to it?" Jiaojiao asked.
"Then spread some!" Old Lady Feng felt sorry for the elderly who were too hungry to survive and could only wait to die. If it weren't for Jiaojiao, Wangjia Village would have faced such a tragic situation.
Old Lady Feng held Jiaojiao in her arms as they traveled across the Daqing Mountain. Soon, the entire Daqing Mountain was gradually covered in green.
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But when Mengzi returned home that day, he quickly gave his wife the three shepherd's purse and multi-grain dumplings wrapped in oil paper while they were still hot.
Mengzi's wife was severely weakened after giving birth. Following Old Lady Feng's instructions, Mengzi hired an experienced caregiver to look after her. Every day, she would prepare red dates, brown sugar, and eggs. Now, two weeks later, after finishing two doses of Chinese medicine, Old Lady Feng had her take no more, only providing her with good food and meticulous care.
Mengzi got the delicious food and ran back to let his wife eat it while it was hot. The three shepherd's purse dumplings finally ended up in Mengzi's wife's stomach.
That night, Mengzi's wife had a slight bout of diarrhea. The Chinese medicine she'd taken before had been specially prepared, and she'd experienced occasional stomach discomfort. So, after eating the dumplings, her reaction wasn't as exaggerated as the others in Wangjia Village.
However, the benefits were immediate. I was weak after giving birth, but after taking Chinese medicine for half a month, I finally regained my strength. This time, after eating the dumplings, my whole state was completely different. Not only did I recover, but I was even better than before.
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