Fang Mingxiao's brows were furrowed more and more. Jiang Yanqing was indeed angry with him, but why?
The two were all fine when they first met today, joking and discussing things. When did things start to change?
Fang Mingxiao has a good memory. If he had a bad memory, he would not be able to learn medicine, because there are too many things to remember in studying medicine, and there are taboos and incompatibility between many medicinal materials. If you are not careful, it will harm people.
After frowning and thinking it over for several times, Fang Mingxiao looked up at Jiang Yanqing. She hated him very much, so when she heard that he wanted to marry her, she was very angry and felt that she was not worthy of her?
No, Jiang Yanqing is not that kind of person at all. If she really discriminated against me, she would not have contacted me in the first place, let alone repeatedly invited me to go home with her.
Why was that? She had no interest in the book, but when she heard it was a Xia family heirloom, she gave it to herself without hesitation.
At this moment, Fang Mingxiao, who had never been in contact with a woman, felt a sharp pain in his head.
But reason told Fang Mingxiao that he should admit his mistake now. He must have been wrong, which was why Jiang Yanqing was angry and unhappy.
Fang Mingxiao cleared his throat and was about to speak when Jiang Yanqing stood up. Something seemed to have attracted her attention and she walked towards him little by little.
Fang Mingxiao's courage, which he had mustered in an instant, suddenly disappeared, and he looked at Jiang Yanqing with a deep and helpless look.
Just a few seconds later, Fang Mingxiao also stood up and followed. Jiang Yanqing had already squatted down, staring intently at a clump of grass on the ground.
Fang Mingxiao couldn't help but slow down his pace, squatted beside Jiang Yanqing, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"
Jiang Yanqing's expression was filled with excitement, and she suppressed her voice as she replied, "Look at that, is it ginseng?"
Fang Mingxiao looked in the direction Jiang Yanqing pointed, and next to a big tree, between the fallen leaves and grass, he could see small round red fruits.
The leaves next to the fruit are palmately compound leaves, with five leaves arranged in whorls at the top of the stem. The petioles are short and hairless. The leaves below are hidden in the grass and cannot be seen clearly.
However, Fang Mingxiao had a hunch that it was most likely ginseng.
Fang Mingxiao nodded, stood up slightly, and replied, "I'll go over and take a look. You wait here."
Just as he was about to take a step, Fang Mingxiao felt a huge force pulling him down, and he almost fell to the ground.
After swaying for several times, Fang Mingxiao managed to steady himself and looked at Jiang Yanqing who was pulling him in confusion.
Jiang Yanqing raised a finger to her lips and whispered, "Did you bring the red string? Should the ginseng be tied with it, otherwise it will run away?"
The little girl opened her big round eyes and looked at him expectantly and nervously. For some reason, Fang Mingxiao felt warm in his heart and nodded inexplicably.
He reached into the backpack and fumbled around, and actually took out a red rope.
In fact, why does ginseng need to be tied with a red string?
In fact, the ginseng growing environment is overgrown with weeds and is easily covered, so ginseng diggers tend to forget the ginseng they have discovered before.
Ginseng is also delicate. If stepped on, it will wither quickly and take a long time to recover its original appearance, which may make people mistakenly think that it has run away. Therefore, tie a red rope to remind yourself and others to pay attention to the location of the ginseng.
This is indeed the case, but China has a long history of 5,000 years, and in the inheritance from generation to generation, ginseng has gradually become an idealism.
Jiang Yanqing later accidentally came across this when she was reading a book in her space, but it was the first time she saw the ginseng still in the soil, and she was still very excited.
Sure enough, I was lucky and I really found treasure when I went up the mountain.
Jiang Yanqing was happy and even looked at Fang Mingxiao with more favor. She followed Fang Mingxiao and carefully walked forward to tie the ginseng with a red rope.
After getting closer, Fang Mingxiao looked at it carefully and found that it was indeed a ginseng that looked very old. After tying it up, the two began to clear the weeds around it.
After cleaning up, two smaller ginseng plants were found. Jiang Yanqing thought that he could also plant some things in the yard of his own space. With the irrigation of the well water in his space, these ginseng plants should be able to survive.
Originally, Fang Mingxiao didn't plan to take the two small ones, but seeing that Fang Mingxiao was very interested, he simply waved the small hoe and dug out the two plants first.
Freshly baked ginseng, still with moist soil on it, exudes the unique aroma of ginseng and the earthy smell of soil.
But Jiang Yanqing was really happy. She took the two ginsengs, carefully wrapped them up in a handkerchief, and put them in her bag, which was actually her space.
Fang Mingxiao didn't ask any more questions and concentrated on digging out the largest ginseng. It took him half an hour to dig out the ginseng completely.
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