The county magistrate changed his career to selling private vegetables and sold them out

Chapter 6 She is not her
Jiang Shan saw his embarrassment, and said with a smile: "It's okay for the old man to say."

The old man cleared his throat and said: "My surname is Yan. There is an eighty-year-old ancestor in my family. He has bad teeth and a bad appetite. His temper is getting stronger and stronger. I don't know if the girl may make more suitable for the elderly. If you can satisfy the appetite of the ancestors in the family, I will be very grateful!"

That's it!

Jiang Shan suddenly realized, and then smiled and rolled his eyes: "My little girl has no other skills, she just likes to toss some food. If it is convenient, you can tell me what hobbies my ancestors have in normal times, and I will study according to her preferences."

Boss Yan was overjoyed and insisted on taking Jiang Shan to his pharmacy.

After Jiangshan went, I found out that the pharmacy where I went to sell yams last time was passed down by the ancestors of the Yan family, and now it is the youngest son of Yan who manages it.

After some conversation, Jiang Shan bid farewell to Mr. Yan and left the pharmacy.

She pondered the amount of information today, and gradually began to think about it.

The Yan family has practiced medicine for generations, and the elder Yan's eldest son worked as an imperial physician in the imperial palace, and he worked as a fourth-rank internal doctor in the official residence.Although this ancient fairy town is small, it is the ancestral land of the Yan family. A few years ago, Mr. Yan accompanied the ancestors of the Yan family to return home from Shangjing to retire.

Needless to say, everyone in the Yan family has seen the world!

Must be handed over!

Jiang Shan spent most of the tens of pennies he earned from selling steamed cakes on ingredients and kitchen stoves, and returned with a full load.

When passing by the entrance of the village, several villagers, men and women, looked her up and down with various disdainful and disgusting eyes, with extremely unkind expressions on their faces.

A woman even blocked her way and asked disdainfully, "Where did you steal it?"

Another woman giggled and said, "It may not have been stolen, or it may have been picked up by another family's son?"

"That's right, last time I saw someone taking her back to the village in an ox cart!"

"It's terrible! This damn girl is playing tricks everywhere, don't let her ruin the reputation of the village!"

"Exactly! Village Chief, we have to find a way to drive them away!"

The old man who was called the village head knocked on the cigarette pouch in his hand, looked at everyone with a cold face, and said slowly: "Why are you making such a fuss! Who is responsible for the trouble?"

Everyone fell silent.

The young man who saved Jiangshan last time reported to the officials, and the county government even sent someone to scold Shili and the village chief!

Jiang Shan glanced at the village head's old face, stared coldly at the woman in front of him, and said, "You're ugly and spewing dung from your mouth, it smells so bad, so don't come out to harm people!"

The words fell, and he left with the burden.

The woman was trembling with anger, and when the river and mountains were far away, she slapped the ground fiercely, and said in a hateful voice: "Sao hoof, wait and see how I will deal with your cheap skin!"

Jiang Shan returned home, ate a few mouthfuls of the brown rice bread that Mother Jiao had left for her, and hurried up the mountain with Jiao Sanlang.

In addition to digging yams, we also need to pick more wild fruits and fungi, as well as kudzu roots, and then look for suitable herbs.

The difficult technical work of identifying medicinal herbs was left to Saburo, and Jiang Shan was responsible for the physical labor.

Not to mention, the original owner's small body is really not covered, she is amazingly strong, and I don't know how Jiao's mother raised her before, she is much stronger than the old and young at home!
There are a lot of fruits in this season, such as mangoes, pears, and hawthorns, but the tree is too tall for Saburo to climb.

Sanlang is small and weak, so he climbed up a few small trees and picked some wild fruits, and went honestly to find medicinal materials.

Two hours later, the siblings walked down the mountain in the dark.

The mountains were silent, except for the fluttering of frightened birds and the cries of small animals, and the howling of wolves could be vaguely heard in the distance.

Jiao Sanlang opened his eyes wide, tightly clutching Jiang Shan's sleeves, walking next to her, his palms were full of sweat.

"Sanlang, don't be afraid, my sister will sing for you!"

"Brother, go forward boldly, go forward, don't look back...!"

Jiang Shan sang with a rough voice and tuned his tune, which made San Lang laugh and giggle, and later, San Lang also hummed.

"You have to sing 'sister, you go forward boldly', not a younger brother, nor a younger sister, but an older sister! "

"Well! Sister, you boldly go forward, go forward, don't look back..."

Jiao's mother stood at the door, stretched her neck and looked forward vigorously, but she couldn't see anything.

Ever since it got dark, she stood at the door to welcome her son and daughter back home. It had been almost an hour and she hadn't seen anyone.

The beasts on the mountain sometimes come down the mountain to look for food. It is not uncommon for them to be injured by the beasts if they are unlucky.Thinking of this, Mother Jiao's heart almost jumped out.

Just as she was about to go back to the house to get the lamp, she heard a strange singing voice, it was her sister's and her younger brother's, and if she listened carefully, the voice was very familiar.

After waiting for a while, the laughing and joking voices of the siblings came from far and near.

"Sister, I still want to hear it, let's sing one more!"

"Then listen carefully, I'll only sing it once! There is a crescent river in front of my sister's door, and my brother is singing a sweet song opposite, my sister's heart is full of waves, when will my brother let me cross you Ya Dihe..."

"Hee hee, my sister sings really well...!"

Mother Jiao's heart suddenly became hot like a fire, and suddenly became cold like being poured over by ice slag.

Shan'er... How did Shan'er sing?Such a song, let alone now, even in Beijing before, she had never heard of it!

Mother Jiao's heart ached, but she had no choice but to cheer up and go forward.

"Mother, it's cold outside, why did you come out? Sanlang, quickly help mother into the house!"

"Mother is worried about you, why did you come back so late?"

When Niang San entered the house, Jiang Shan put down the things in his hands, wiped his sweat, and said: "We saw a pearl of wild ginseng on the way back, it was so big, Sanlang and I dug it for a long time, and I will send it to town tomorrow. Go up and change some money, and get some medicine for mother!"

Jiao's mother pursed her lips and said in a low voice, "I don't take medicine, you save all your money, and if we have money, we will go find Erlang!"

Jiang Shan held his breath in his throat, trying to say something, but Mother Jiao turned and went back to the room.

After a moment of silence, Jiang Shan went to the kitchen and saw that the noodle soup was still hot in the pot, so he shared it with Saburo, and boiled hot water for them to wash.

After washing up, Jiang Shan watched Sanlang fall asleep, and then went to Mother Jiao's room.

Jiao's mother sat on the head of the bed blankly, and when she saw Jiang Shan approaching, she didn't say a word, her expression was dull, her whole figure lost her soul.

Jiang Shan's heart skipped a beat, and he secretly said something bad.

Could it be that he fell ill again?

"Mother, what's the matter?" Jiang Shan sat down next to Jiao's mother, took her hand, and slowly kneaded it for her.

Jiao's mother's gaze slowly shifted to Jiang Shan's tightly clasped hands with her, and she murmured: "You, you are not Shan'er..."

Jiang Shan stared, his thick eyebrows stood upright, "Why am I not Shan'er? My surname is Jiang Mingshan, and I don't change my name when I sit or do it, but there is deception, and the sky is thundering..."

Mother Jiao suddenly covered Jiang Shan's mouth, panic flashed in her eyes, "What are you talking nonsense? Don't blame the Buddha, don't blame the gods from all walks of life in the sky, don't blame the children for speaking without intention, don't blame...!"

Jiang Shan only felt a suffocation in his heart, and the softest part of his heart ached softly.

(End of this chapter)