"Ouch …"
After fatigue, I couldn’t get muscle aches the next day, especially yesterday when I was too excited. two dog’s expression was distorted.
"two dog"
Aunt Bai cut her face
"Otherwise, don’t go today?"
"no!" Two dog teeth bite a way
"Mushroom picking day is so much. If you go to one day, you will earn less money. When I stop getting porridge, I will go to pick mushrooms first."
Said and touched the chest position.
I didn’t have to wait in line to get the meat pie yesterday. It was soup porridge.
Zhou Yi rubbed his legs as if thinking of something, rummaging through his pile of sundries and rummaging through a tattered book.
Then his eyes lit up.
After receiving the porridge, he came to a middle-aged man with a pointed mouth and a monkey face with a bowl.
"Mr Zhao"
He is a refugee, and a middle-aged man is wearing a gown. Although this dress is inconvenient to move and shabby, he still wears it and has not changed it.
Is the hard to drink porridge men smell up consciousness to protect their bowl slow way
"What is it, Xiao Yi?"
"Mr. Zhao" Zhou Yi squatted down and handed his porridge to the other party, then took out the book from his arms and laughed
"I want to ask a few words."
"word?"
After reading his eyes, Zhou Yi, a wooden face, was funny. Then he finished his porridge in his bowl and poured it into his bowl. At the same time, he slowly mouthed a preaching gesture.
"It’s too old to think of learning to read, but it’s never too late to learn such things. As the old saying goes, it’s never too old to learn."
"Yes" Zhou Yi nodded and did not argue.
"Please ask Mr. Zhao to read this side again."
"Read it again?" Mr. Zhao raised his eyebrows and showed disdain.
"You can remember it by reading it once?"
Said and grabbed the book and swept the eye cover.
"You are not a part of a medicine or a small part of it."
"hinder" Zhou Jia from her pocket and took out a sharpened charcoal way
"Mr. Zhao, please speak."
"Well," Mr. Zhao adjusted his clothes and took a sip of gruel to slow down.
"Flat-headed Pleurotus ostreatus is beneficial to the stomach, resolving phlegm and regulating qi …"
Zhou Yi marked the other person with a simplified word "charcoal pen" in his hand. He spoke slowly and he could barely keep up.
"Truffle-shaped qi and blood, nourishing essence …"
While reading, Mr. Zhao looked at him curiously, wondering what all those ghost paintings were.
Fortunately, I don’t understand it.
There are six sheets of paper and a simple outline of the images and words, which have been read in just a few cups of tea.
"A total of 17 kinds of herbs are mostly mushroom truffles."
Gently stroke your beard. Mr. Zhao smiles lightly.
"I’m a little tired after reading today. If I can’t remember the day there, I can’t come here for nothing."
Said and pointed to the Zhou Yi bowl.
"Yes, yes"
Zhou Yi closed the book with a smile.
"I am white"
Time?
No more times!
……
Perhaps it was yesterday’s harvest that stimulated the mushroom gatherers to enter the mountains today, and more and more people flocked to the mountains like ants out of their holes than yesterday.
The number of people is endless.
Zhou Yi looked back at his face and it was white.
"It seems that the good day for picking mushrooms is shorter than expected." Uncle Zheng chopped the vines in front of him with a machete.
"Tens of thousands of people can chew up a mountain bark in a few days, so few mushroom roots are not enough unless they go inside."
Zhou Yi nodded silently.
He also escaped from the disaster area, but he saw the refugees gnawing at the top of the mountain, drinking dry river water and sometimes even eating soil.
There is nothing left over from the refugees.
If you go deeper for more than half a day, you will come and go once, that is, one day, there will be no mushroom picking.
Unless people dare to go to cliffs.
Um……