The next day, Feng Yijia continued to go up the mountain to collect herbs.
The dream of becoming a landlady is not so easy to realize.
She was afraid that the police would call her in for tea and a chat if she, an apparently poor woman, didn't work hard and took out a large sum of money to buy a house out of thin air.
Meng Sheng always paid attention to what was happening next door. After sending away his brother who was only focused on making money, he packed some things, put them in a backpack, and went up the mountain to hunt near Feng Yi's house where he was digging medicinal herbs.
Then, they met by chance while pretending to chase prey, and the two of them had a picnic and lunch together.
After that, he helped to collect medicinal herbs and even took the initiative to carry some down the mountain.
It was the same routine as a few days ago. No matter how stupid Feng Yijia was, she knew that people wanted to help her.
But she thought Meng Sheng was helping her out of kindness because they were reborn together, and she didn't think much about it.
They are all old cucumbers painted green, not young people who are just beginning to fall in love. Their minds are filled with nothing but love.
I just firmly believe again that this is a good person, but we cannot take advantage of others' kindness and think that everything they do is their due. There should be give and take in order to get along with each other for a long time.
On the way back home from the mountain, Feng Yijia was thinking about what to buy to express his gratitude the next time he went to the city, so as not to always take advantage of others.
Meng Sheng, who had spent almost a whole day with others as he wished, didn't care about all that. He climbed the mountain trail carrying hundreds of pounds of weight. His clothes were soaked with sweat again and again, but his eyebrows and eyes were full of smiles.
When the two men entered the village one after another, the sun was setting in the west and dusk was falling.
If you stand a little further away, you can't even see the person's specific appearance.
The village roads, which usually become deserted, are now unusually crowded and bustling.
Everyone is no longer busy with the chores at home, and they gather in groups of three or five, fanning themselves with palm-leaf fans and chatting animatedly.
Meng Sheng felt that this situation was very familiar, exactly the same as when Meng Jiefang got into trouble and Meng Chengliang's family was arrested some time ago.
I had a vague guess in my mind, but my feet stopped. In an instant, excitement, anticipation, and fear surged into my heart.
I hope that revenge will be achieved soon, but I am afraid that the result will not be as expected.
But he didn't need to go over and ask in detail, because soon a sharp-eyed lady came over and said to him in a sarcastic tone: "Sheng boy, you just came back from going up the mountain?
The verdict of your uncle Liang and the others' trial came out today."
He paused halfway through his words, then smacked his lips and continued with his eyes shining: "Tsk tsk, two brothers and five people in their family must all be shot!
On weekdays, they all look like decent people and shout slogans loudly, but who would have thought that they have done a lot of murderous things behind the scenes.
I didn't even understand the long list of charges the police read out.
Why were your uncles and cousins so good at pretending in the past?
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The lady's surname was Ma. When she was working in a collective in her early years, she was severely punished by the then team leader Meng Chengliang for stealing food from the fields, and she had always held a grudge against him.
He didn't dare to talk nonsense before, but now seeing that the powerful family was in complete misfortune, he came to gloat in front of his nephew Meng Sheng.
The words "They will all be shot" kept echoing in Meng Sheng's mind, and he could not hear anything else.
The expression on his face changed from sad to happy, and the corners of his mouth formed an arc that looked like crying and laughing.
He wanted to turn back and look for Feng Yi's family who was not far behind him, but the moment he turned around, his senses returned and he continued to walk towards the village.
I can't give people anything to talk about in public.
Aunt Ma said a lot, but when she saw Meng Sheng didn't say a word in reply, she walked away, spat hard on the ground, and cursed in a low voice: "Bah, what are you so proud of? You're even ignoring me!
Just like those guys who got shot, they're not good people!"
After she finished speaking, she turned around and started discussing with a group of close friends the dirty things that Meng Chengliang's family had done over the years.
Everyone insisted that they had long seen that this family was not a good family, and did not mention their previous flattery at all.
The four words "praise the high and look down on the low" are interpreted vividly.
Meng Sheng walked home despite the complicated looks from the villagers, and also collected some information.
The execution time for Meng Chengliang and others was set at 3:00 p.m. two days later, at the square where the village used to hold meetings.
Except for the elderly and children, everyone in the village had to go to the scene to watch and serve as a warning to others.
When my great-grandfather Meng Anrong heard the news, he fainted. The family was already preparing various things for the funeral.
Meng Sheng's heart was in turmoil as he listened all the way, but his face remained calm and no one could tell.
I still remember that I first delivered the medicinal herbs in the basket to Feng Yi's yard, left a pheasant for him, and then carried the remaining pheasants and rabbits in the basket back home.
The house was dark and empty.
When the two brothers left in the morning, they said they would not be going home for the next two days. Their parents knew without a doubt that they were probably called to their great-grandfather's house.
Meng Sheng didn't want to join in the fun. He found a stool in the yard and sat down, staring blankly at the tragic experiences of his previous life.
When Feng Yijia entered the village behind her, a kind-hearted lady came up to her and told her what had happened today.
After he finished speaking with a look of pity and sympathy in his eyes, he couldn't wait to ask, "Feng girl, did you go to the mountains to collect herbs again today?
What are they picking?
How much can I exchange for it?
Feng Yijia, who had no time to be happy about his enemy's imminent execution, looked at the villagers around him who had stopped talking and were listening attentively. He sighed helplessly and answered each question one by one: "Well, I spent another day in the mountains.
What we picked today is Ophiopogon japonicus, which is what we usually call Ophiopogon japonicus.
Dig it out of the ground entirely, taking only the swollen root part.
This basket I brought back, after washing and drying it, can be sold to a pharmacy for two or three yuan."
After hearing this, everyone was immediately confused.
Two or three dollars isn't much, but it's still money, right?
But the swollen part of the root of that thing is only so small that you can't dig out much even if you dig for a whole day. It also takes a lot of effort to wash and dry it. It turns out that the old saying is right: money is hard to earn and shit is hard to eat. There is no such thing as a free lunch in the world.
The effort and income are somewhat inconsistent with expectations, and whether to follow the trend is a question.
Feng Yijia did dig some Ophiopogon japonicus today, but only a small part of it was placed in the backpack. He mainly kept it for himself to use in making soup occasionally.
Below are neatly stacked Salvia miltiorrhizas.
For people who have been wandering in the mountains for more than 20 years, there is no need to look everywhere for medicinal herbs. They just need to pick them based on the distance, value and difficulty of collection.
So she can make money by collecting herbs.
Of course, others don’t have this innate advantage, and it’s difficult to get rich by collecting herbs without some good luck, and they have to take risks.
Feng Yijia didn't want everyone to follow him up the mountain, in case something happened to anyone and they would be blamed for no reason.
While everyone was struggling, he quickly ran away.
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