Chapter 33 Purple
It was already past ten o'clock when Zhao Yeqing woke up.
There was so much information yesterday that the last time she checked her phone before falling asleep was two in the morning.
When I woke up today, I didn't hear the sound of Huhu and Xuebing scratching the door, but I heard sneering sounds and the fierce meow of a little leopard in the yard.
Zhao Yeqing felt a little dazed. It took her a few seconds to realize that she was not the only one at home, so she planned to get up and go downstairs.
As soon as his feet touched the ground, his legs went weak and he fell to the ground with a thump.
Before she could get up, there was a knock on the door.
"What's wrong?" a voice came from outside the door.
Zhao Yeqing had no intention of telling others about how he had fallen flat on his face so early in the morning.
"Nothing, just doing morning exercises."
There was no sound outside the door. I heard someone walking down the stairs, and it sounded like a helpless voice coming from near to far.
"Come down for breakfast."
Zhao Yeqing stretched her ankles and rubbed her sore legs. She had really gone through a high-intensity exercise yesterday, so much so that her whole body felt like she had been beaten up by a group of people.
She went to the bathroom to wash up, pulled open her collar and saw a large purple bruise on her chest. She pressed it with her hand and took a deep breath to feel it carefully. It seemed that there was no internal injury.
After washing up and going downstairs, there was no one there. There was a bowl of lean meat porridge on the small table in the living room. Zhao Yeqing walked to the table and sat down. He reached out and touched the edge of the bowl. It was still slightly warm.
He walked out while eating with the bowl in his hand and saw people in the yard, as well as the results of his early morning labor - a pile of firewood as high as the wall.
When Zhao Yeqing was at home, there were too many things to do, and he was not very skilled in the business. He had to find food every day, build walls, take care of the vegetable garden, cook and do laundry...
In addition, I have relatively little strength, so I basically pick up two bundles of firewood and bring them back to dry, and then pick up more when they are almost burned.
The pile of firewood in front of Mu Xi should be able to last at least a week even if he needs to smoke meat.
He stood in front of the pile of firewood, pulled off all the small branches that protruded from the tree branches and put them aside. They could be used to start a fire or put in the small coal stove. Then he stacked the clean and straight wooden sticks neatly.
Hearing the noise behind him, he turned around and saw Zhao Yeqing leaning against the door, holding a bowl and eating while looking at him, and asked: "How are you today? Are you feeling unwell?"
Zhao Yeqing didn't have time to swallow the lean meat porridge in his mouth, he just shook his head.
After swallowing it, he asked, "Did you feed these two?"
Mu Xi nodded: "Feed him with milk."
Zhao Yeqing was not sure whether he could feed his baby pure milk, so he never dared to do so.
"Can they drink pure milk? I used to feed them Shuhua milk, and at most mixed it with some pure milk, but I was afraid they couldn't digest it."
Mu Xi lowered his head and gently kicked away the Huhu at his feet. It fell down and got up again, having a lot of fun.
"They are very hardy, so don't worry about feeding them."
Mu Xi is a man who speaks outrageously, but his behavior is relatively reliable.
She nodded, without questioning at all.
Zhao Yeqing pointed at the one under his feet: "This is just Huhu, and the one sitting next to it is a snow cake."
When Mu Xi heard these two names, he lowered his eyes and looked at the furry creature at his feet: "As expected of you."
This familiar tone immediately brought her back to her childhood. She ignored the sarcasm in his tone and just thought he was praising herself.
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The temperature has been changing every day recently. I can clearly feel that today is hotter than yesterday. It's the kind of stuffy heat where the air isn't flowing much.
She went to the vegetable garden and pulled out the weeds. In that weather, the growth of vegetables was almost stagnant, but the weeds were growing unbridled.
The soil that had been watered in the morning dried up in the afternoon and turned into powder when squeezed, still steaming.
Sweat flowed down her forehead, ran across her chin and dripped into the mud. She had no time to wipe the sweat off her hands, so they were covered in mud.
Mu Xi went out for a while, and when he came back his backpack was full of herbs.
Seeing Zhao Yeqing squatting in the field pulling weeds, he walked over and drove him back into the house.
"It's over 30 degrees outside now. You're squatting there without even a straw hat, waiting to get heatstroke?" Mu Xi said bluntly.
Zhao Yeqing washed his hands and wrung out a towel to wipe the sweat off his face: "Is it hot in the city?"
Mu Xi replied: "Yeah, it's seven or eight degrees hotter than in the mountains."
Isn't it already over 40 degrees?
It was expected, but it was still a bit shocking to hear.
Mu Xi asked her to look in the mirror. Zhao Yeqing walked to the mirror. It had been less than twenty minutes since she went out to weed, but her face had already started to turn red.
The spring water in the mountain is warm in winter and cool in summer. She soaked a towel in the spring water, wet it, and applied it to her face. She took the towel off when it became hot and continued to soak it in the water to apply to her face.
Thinking that there would be nothing to do in the afternoon, she went back to her room and took a shower. It was convenient to take a shower because the weather was hot now, so she didn't need to boil water.
In the kitchen, Mu Xi was washing herbs by the sink. These were the herbs used to make herbal tea, which his grandmother Zhao Yeqing taught him to recognize when he was a child.
Identifying herbs also requires some talent. Many plants of the same family and genus have very similar leaves and stems, but there are slight differences in the edges of the leaves or even the hairs on the surface, and their effects are very different. There are thousands of varieties of herbs, and almost all the weeds that can be found everywhere on the roadside have medicinal value.
Grandma Zhao Yeqing was not shy about teaching people how to use herbs. She was willing to teach anyone who was willing to learn. However, only Mu Xi, who had been a bit unruly since childhood, learned it.
When Zhao Yeqing was a child, he was a little unwilling to accept the result and tried his best to learn it secretly. In the end, he was dizzy by all the messy names of herbs and plant shapes, which made his head much more confused than the obscure documents and long and strange foreign names he needed to remember in college.
She leaned over to look at the herbs in the basket. She could still recognize the light bamboo leaves and honeysuckle, but she had completely forgotten a few others.
The girl moved closer, and the scent of moist shower gel spread around him.
"Licorice, selfheal, mulberry leaves, honeysuckle, bamboo leaves..." Mu Xi said with a smile.
Mu Xi was no longer as naughty as before after he entered junior high school. Whenever someone mocked her, he would have this half-smile expression, which made her grit her teeth in anger.
Zhao Yeqing felt that this person was very childish. He was already an adult, but he was still like a child.
The herbal tea does not need to be boiled for a long time, but the cleaning process takes up most of the time. Mu Xi took out a package of things wrapped in leaves from the bottom of the backpack and handed it to Zhao Yeqing, asking her to wait in the living room.
She opened it and found a bag of ground nuts inside.
The fruit is small, purple-black when ripe, similar in shape to blueberries but smaller, and slightly sour and sweet.
"I have washed it."
Zhao Yeqing picked up one and put it in his mouth, then walked towards the living room, mumbling something.
"Leave some for you."
Yesterday's wild boar meat was still being smoked under the eaves in the yard, and the freezer was full. She picked some vegetables before weeding, and the vegetables were growing well recently.
It had been a long time since she had such a leisurely time and no worries about food and drink.
Mu Xi boiled the herbal tea and walked into the living room, where she saw a girl in a white cotton skirt and a low ponytail, leaning on a wooden bench, watching a movie on her phone. She was completely focused without blinking, but her hands were subconsciously putting fruit from the leaves to her mouth, as if she was eating popcorn.
He caught a glimpse of the girl's tongue, which was stained purple by the fruit, unconsciously stretching out to roll up the fruit, and he looked away the moment it touched her.
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