This was the first time everyone had acted together. While the others wore simple sun-protective long-sleeved shirts, Yun Nuan wore a baseball jacket and a baseball cap. While the others had already adapted to local customs, Qin Yan insisted she wear the clothes he had brought, even though a single jacket cost tens of thousands of yuan, and he didn't see anything wrong with it.
She really wanted to go on a picnic. The five people standing to the side thought so. Qin Yan looked at her and hung up the only heavy thing on her, her thermos, which was hanging diagonally.
Qin Yan was wearing a thin black windbreaker and the same hiking boots as her. After getting her things, she started to climb the mountain. The old man walked in front, talking about what was on the mountain.
Huaxi Village has a good environment, which allows it to produce many medicinal herbs. When someone in the village falls ill, they use these herbs locally, and very few people need to go to the hospital.
However, the people here have limited knowledge. Some people with fever or colds know to use these medicinal herbs, but the rest cannot play their role.
The old man, being the only college graduate in the village, chose to study traditional Chinese medicine. He dedicated himself to his studies until returning to his hometown, using his abilities to help Huaxi Village.
Now the village has a primary school, but other facilities have not yet caught up. He also hopes that many people can recognize the charm of traditional Chinese medicine, which is a precious legacy left by the older generation and a kind of inheritance.
As he spoke, a look of longing appeared on his face, but nowadays no one in his family is willing to study. Both his eldest and youngest sons have chosen emerging industries in order to earn a living. He cannot stop his children from pursuing their interests.
Over the years, he has provided free medical consultations and traveled all over the country, achieving considerable success, which is why they came to see him. Meanwhile, Xu Anbai is listening intently to him.
For the first time, he found blue hair pleasing to the eye; the child, on the other hand, seemed quite interested in traditional Chinese medicine.
Seeing the old man's appreciative look, Xu Anbai grinned back at him, showing off his bright white teeth.
The old man withdrew his approving gaze, thinking to himself, "Why does this kid always have this kind of silly silliness about him?"
The winding path leads to the top of the mountain, from which you can see the entire Huaxi Village. It is so small, with more than a hundred households living here for generations.
Some people leave and never come back, while others settle down and never think of leaving again.
There were many new things on the mountain, and the group of people seemed to have never seen anything like it before, curious about everything along the way. The old man patiently introduced them one by one. There were also many small thorns and insects, but they were well-equipped.
"Alright, you don't need to go too far. Try to stay on paths that people have walked on. There's basically nothing dangerous there, except that everyone should avoid touching things."
When he said this, he looked at Xu Anbai. He had been touching everything he came across along the way, which explained why Xu Anbai was the only one with mud on his face on the first day.
"The things I asked you to find are mostly found on this mountain. Look carefully." The old man reminded them repeatedly, still a little worried. He was always concerned that these city kids might run into trouble.
"Okay, Teacher Xia, don't worry. Leave it to us, we'll take care of it!" Guan Mingyue patted her chest, looking very confident.
The old man was ashamed and waved his hand, telling them to go and find their own way.
The group stood there, dramatically raising their shovels and shouting down the mountain.
"Huoxianglinyu!"
"Poria and ginger are wonderful!"
"The bright moon over Gancao Pass!"
"Codonopsis pilosula, Xie Huaqin!"
"Bai Zhu Xu Anbai!"
Everyone's face was filled with pride and arrogance, as if they were making a declaration of their participation in the competition. Qin Yan wanted to run away. Why was he standing here? He didn't understand. He should have left first.
They glanced sideways at Qin Yan, who hadn't called out yet. Even Yun Nuan looked at Qin Yan expectantly, while the others looked on with encouragement and anticipation, their eyes filled with eager anticipation.
Qin Yan's lips twitched slightly. He gripped the iron shovel and was about to leave when Yun Nuan grabbed his hand and lifted it up for him.
"Call out, Qin Yan!" A crisp voice looked at him eagerly.
He steeled himself, closed his eyes, and shouted.
"Dendrobium Qin Banquet!" A resolute determination, like a warrior cutting off his own arm.
Yun Nuan happily raised her hand and exclaimed, "I'm Yun Nuan!"
"Clap!" Jiang Miao shouted, and the others clapped happily. Yun Nuan smiled, revealing her dimples again, and her eyes turned into crescent moons.
Qin Yan lowered his head and asked, "Are you happy?"
She nodded vigorously, happy, very happy. She grabbed Qin Yan's hand and gave him a high five. His eyes sparkled with the warmth of spring, his earlier embarrassment vanished instantly, and he led her to find medicinal herbs.
"Searching and searching for medicinal herbs, stepping left and right, where did the herbs go?" She muttered to herself, making up her own words. Qin Yan couldn't hear her clearly, but he let her enjoy herself.
She was sick and spent most of her time in bed, but she was happy as long as she could go out.
This was Qin Yan's first time digging for medicinal herbs on the mountain. After searching around, he still couldn't find any. He thought that following the path that others had taken before might not work, and he would have to go a little further in to find them.
He turned to look at Yun Nuan, gesturing for her to hold onto his clothes, as the road ahead would be difficult to walk on.
Yun Nuan obediently held onto his clothes. He had cleared away the weeds in front of them, so she had no trouble walking behind him.
Green leaves sprouted from the cracks in the rocks, and even with its roots exposed, it was able to grow tenaciously, even completely taking over the area and making it its own territory.
At the base of the wall grew bright, unnamed wildflowers, swaying in the wind, rising from the dark soil to see their own sun. Yun Nuan crouched down and waved to them.
Hello, Little Flower.
Qin Yan, who was standing to the side, finally found the medicinal herbs he wanted to dig. He asked Yun Nuan to sit down and wait for him, while he rolled up his sleeves and started digging.
"Oh ho!" She looked at Qin Yan with a gloating smile. It turned out that Qin Yan had used an iron shovel to sever all the roots of the medicinal herb, leaving only the branches. What the old man wanted was the root system of the herb.
Qin Yan looked down at the bare, rootless medicinal herbs, met someone's gaze, gave an awkward smile, and continued digging as if nothing had happened.
After Yun Nuan teased him for what seemed like the umpteenth time, he finally dug up the complete root system and showed it off to Yun Nuan, but Yun Nuan was already so bored that she was counting the ants on the ground.
"Nuan Nuan, look at me!" he said, sounding a little aggrieved.
Yun Nuan looked up at him, gave him a perfunctory thumbs-up, and said, "Great job, great job, you're so great!" She didn't look at him for another second before lowering her head to continue watching the ants move.
Qin Yan sighed. He was really not good at digging things up. There were a few trees nearby, and he carefully swung his hoe.
Meanwhile, after the group dispersed, they each went to find their own medicinal herbs. Xu Anbai was the most enthusiastic about this task because he genuinely wanted to learn from the old man, as his family was in the business of medicine. However, his family did not believe he had any talent in this area and instead focused their attention on his older brother, who was full of research on Western medicine.
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