pastoral pretty girl

Chapter 17 The way to make money

The thatched hut only had a small kang, and the place was not big, so it happened that two people were sleeping. Xiao Jinyi crawled to Song Qingge's side and lay down, without making a fuss, and soon fell asleep.

Song Qingge was lying on the kang tossing and turning, her head was filled with vicious curses from the old lady of the Xiao family for a while, and Xiao Dashan rushed towards her lewdly for a while.

The next day, when Song Qingge got up, Xiao Jinyi had already gotten up, saw her wake up, brought a basin of water and smiled.

"Lady, get up and wash your face."

Song Qingge was a little surprised. After washing his face, he even took out a comb to comb her hair.

"Mother said that after getting married, she will wake up earlier than her every day, fetch water for her, and help her comb her hair..." Xiao Jinyi combed her hair very well, although it was simple, it was better than Song Qingge's combing by herself.

"Your mother taught them all?"

"Well, my mother said to help her comb her hair first, and then I can help my lady comb it later. Well, my lady can cook."

Xiao Jinyi happily put down the wooden comb, said something, and went out with a basin in his hand.

Yesterday morning she was woken up by Zhang Cuilian scolding, and then she got into a fight. It was only today that she discovered Xiao Jinyi's abilities.

Seeing what he did, Song Qingge became even more curious about Lou Jinniang, she must have been a strange woman during her lifetime.

Logically, a woman with such thoughts would not return to a place like Niutou Village even if she became a prostitute. Not only did she come back, but she also gave birth to a son. What is the reason?
Song Qingge made a few more corn noodle pancakes in the morning. Xiao Jinyi had a big appetite and ate a lot, so he couldn't eat the remaining stick noodles.

"Dabao, will my sister take you up the mountain today?"

If you want to survive, you must find a way to make money.

Now it's the golden autumn season, which is the harvest season. There are all kinds of wild fruits and mushrooms on the mountain. Maybe she can find something to exchange for silver.

Even if you can't find it, it's good to pick up some mushrooms and eat them.

Song Qingge went to a nearby pine forest.

She only knows two kinds of mushrooms in the pine forest, red mushrooms and yellow sticky dumplings. The former is best eaten when stewed in winter, and the latter is freshly made into mushroom sauce, which is very fresh.

It is a pity that according to the memory of the original owner, people in this era also eat these two kinds of mushrooms, but they are all fried.

Song Qingge grew up in the countryside. Later, she went to an agricultural college, and her job was also related to agriculture. Going up the mountain to pick mushrooms was not a problem for her.

There are also skills in picking mushrooms. She knows a few places where mushrooms grow. She slips first, walks along the side of the mountain after picking up the ditch, and finally walks on the hills. It is better to go to places where there is no grass and there are not many mushrooms.

Xiang is a kind of big-leaved vine plant on the side of the mountain, where it is difficult to get in, and it is easy to find pieces of mushrooms.

If there are a few single pine trees near the large pine forest, they are willing to grow underneath.

After Xiao Jinyi went up the mountain, he was like a rabbit having fun, and disappeared after a while.

Song Qingsinger was carrying a bamboo basket, and there was a bag in the basket. At the foot of the mountain, she saw a few trees that looked like fruit pine trees in the direction of the top of the mountain.

The original owner had no record of the pine nuts in his mind. If he got the pine nuts, he might be able to sell them for a good price after frying them. It would be nice to exchange some grains.

It rained for several days in a row a few days ago. After the clearing these two days, it is easy to produce mushrooms. People in the mountains are busy reclaiming the land, and almost no one goes up the mountain to pick up mushrooms. Song Qingge grabs this gap.

"Miss, look, mushrooms."

(End of this chapter)