"Look at you, so useless."
As soon as those words were spoken, several aunties and older women burst into laughter.
Song Lan was unaware that the village aunties and grandmas were praising her as a celestial being; at that moment, she was intently digging up a medicinal herb.
"Lanlan, there's one exactly the same here."
Not far from Song Lan, Song Qinghui suddenly spoke up.
"Thank you, Second Brother!"
Upon hearing Song Lan's voice, Song Qinghui replied, "No need to thank me, I'll dig it up for you here!"
Song Lan: "Okay."
The brother and sister each had a small shovel in their hands. When they saw herbs, Song Lan would point them out to Song Qinghui, and then she would squat down and dig them up herself.
In fact, the "space medicine field" grows a wide variety of herbs, and the bamboo house medicine room stores a lot of dried and processed herbs, so there is no need for Song Lan to specially collect herbs for Qin Yanzheng and her sister-in-law Qin Yaxuan in this mountain.
But as the saying goes, even if something exists, it must have a source.
Otherwise, putting aside whether her younger brother-in-law and sister-in-law would find it strange, Wu Dong would be the first to become suspicious.
Song Lan has a keen eye for people; upon first meeting Wu Dong, she could tell that he came from a military background.
From her observation, the other party was not only exceptionally skilled, but also meticulous and perceptive.
If he notices that something is wrong with her, she will have to go through a lot of trouble to explain.
Song Lan didn't want to cause trouble for herself, so she would be as cautious as possible in her daily actions.
To avoid having one's secret discovered!
As the sun began to set, Song Qinghui's basket was already filled with herbs. He glanced at the sky and called to Song Lan, "Lanlan, let's go down the mountain. Otherwise, when it gets dark, Mom and Dad might come looking for us!"
"Wait a moment, I'll be right there."
Song Lan responded.
About ten minutes later, Song Qinghui saw that Song Lan was still squatting in the same spot, so he walked over with his basket on his back and said, "Lan..." He only managed to utter one word before swallowing the rest of the sound back down.
reason?
Song Qinghui was so surprised that he was dumbfounded. He rubbed his eyes and found that he was not hallucinating. In other words, his sister Lanlan really had dug up another wild ginseng!
Moreover, this one is significantly larger than the one we dug up more than half an hour ago.
"Second Brother! Second Brother, what are you daydreaming about?"
After carefully digging out the wild ginseng, Song Lan called out to Song Qinghui, but after a long while there was no response, she couldn't help but raise her hand and wave it in front of Song Qinghui's eyes.
"ah?"
Song Qinghui snapped out of his reverie, opened his mouth, and looked at the wild ginseng in Song Lan's hand, saying, "This one must be seventy or eighty years old, right?"
"almost."
The one dug up before was at most sixty years old, but this one is bigger. Song Lan estimated that the ginseng is at least seventy years old.
Squatting down to place the basket on the ground, Song Qinghui said, "Put it down carefully. This stuff is very valuable. When you sell it later, you'll have more money in your pocket!"
Upon hearing this, Song Lan smiled and remained silent.
After putting down the wild ginseng, before Song Lan could take any further action, Song Qinghui quickly spread a layer of pig feed on top: "If the villagers see it after we go down the mountain, it will be easier for us to explain."
"Second Brother has considered everything very thoroughly."
Song Lan smiled and nodded.
"Let's go."
With his basket slung over his shoulder again, Song Qinghui called to Song Lan to follow.
But just as the two reached the halfway point of the mountain, they suddenly heard a man's cry of pain coming from their left front.
"I'll go take a look."
As she spoke, Song Lan took a step toward the source of the sound.
"You wait here, your second brother will go take a look."
Song Qinghui tried to stop him, but then he seemed to remember something and said, "Why don't we go together? I'm worried about leaving you here alone."
"Second brother, you're being too cautious. I'm not much younger than you, and I'm not a three-year-old."
The implication was that she was an adult and there was no need for her to be so nervous.
"You're a girl!"
Song Qinghui's face was tense: "Walk behind me."
Helpless, Song Lan said nothing more and obediently followed Song Qinghui.
"..."
When Song Qinghui saw who had made the sound of pain, he stopped about two zhang away from the other person.
"Why have you stopped?"
Song Lan asked.
Song Qinghui didn't reply, but instead said, "I'll go help." Before Song Lan could respond, he had already walked up to the man who seemed to have an injured left leg: "What happened to you...?"
The man was very thin, about 185 cm tall, with fair skin, but his eyes and brows betrayed his haggardness, giving him the appearance of a frail scholar.
However, his features are extremely handsome. At first glance, he looks like Chen Dongze, but upon closer inspection, they are completely different.
"Xiao..."
The moment Song Lan saw the man, she almost cried out "Prime Minister Xiao".
Similarly, when the man's gaze met Song Lan's, and he saw Song Lan's face clearly, his cold and aloof gaze immediately froze. Then, his dark eyes revealed undisguised excitement, his lips trembled, and he murmured, "Young... Zhan..." The three words "Young General" that he was about to say were abruptly changed to "Marquis of Zhanbei," but after saying the word "Zhan," he couldn't finish the sentence.
Song Lan was slightly surprised. She didn't expect to meet an acquaintance in this world, and she was sure she wouldn't mistake her for someone else, since she had noticed the change in the other person's emotions when they met her gaze.
It's definitely Prime Minister Xiao!
Her appearance was exactly the same as Xiao Xiang's when he was young, and there was a change in the emotions in her eyes. All of this told her one thing: she had met an old friend, and it was not that she was seeing things.
Similarly, Xiao Yu—well, Xiao Yu is the name of the man with the injured leg at this moment—was also extremely surprised. He never expected that he would encounter an old friend in an extremely unfamiliar world, the young general from his former world, no, it should be "Marquis Zhanbei".
He died at the young age of 23.
It is Zhanbei Hou!
Disguised as a man, she went to the border at the age of sixteen and spent seven years wiping out the barbarians on the grasslands, bringing lasting peace to the people of the Great Xia border... Before the imperial edict conferring the title of "Marquis of Zhanbei" was issued from the capital, only he and the emperor knew that the young general Song Lan was her, not "him"!
Originally a young lady confined to her chambers, she was forced to disguise herself as a man, wear a mask, and meet the Emperor after her elder brother died in battle, her second brother was crippled, and her father was seriously injured and fell into a coma. She made a solemn pledge, and with the support of the entire Duke of Zhenguo's mansion behind her, she took a red-tasseled spear, mounted her warhorse, and resolutely left the capital!
Suppressing his overwhelming emotions, Xiao Yu told himself with absolute certainty: There's no mistake! Absolutely no mistake! She is Zhan Beihou! It's him…
"You were gathering herbs, but you accidentally stepped into a trap that someone had made." Stepping forward, Song Lan looked at the trap, which was about half a meter high, and said this in a calm yet certain tone.
Xiao Yu hummed in agreement.
"Did you twist your ankle?"
Song Lan asked.
Xiao Yu gave another low "hmm".
"Let me take a look for you."
As she spoke, Song Lan squatted down to check the other person's sprained left ankle. After a moment, she said, "It's not a big problem."
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