Chapter 69

In fact, it's no big deal that she died. Anyway, she was reborn into her own suffering little body. If she suffered misfortune, it was just God's arrangement.

Ji Shumo is the one who really worries about Du Cao. He recuperates here because of poisoning. If he is left unattended, or found by sun Guixiang, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Sitting on the meadow for a short rest, ducao regained his spirits, shaved off the black thorns on his palms and wrists, patted the soil on his body, and was ready to continue searching for herbs.

However, she saw what it was like to be unlucky. When she got up to drink cold water, she would stop her teeth. Just as she stood up and went on, she was stumbling over the vine root that suddenly appeared at her feet.

As the scythe was thrown to one side, the duckweed sat on the ground and wanted to cry.

"Who did I provoke? It's very difficult to pick a herb!" She complained angrily that there was a trace of unhappiness on her little face stained with some soil.

I'm sorry.

However, as the saying goes, people are in danger. When Du Cao is depressed, he suddenly comes up with a thick gray root on the ground.

"Why? How do you look familiar? " She looks inexplicably doubt, words fall, she picked up the sickle began to dig, just to verify the inner guess.

After a while, when the weeds smashed a piece of soft soil around, we finally saw that most of the roots were exposed in front of us.

She bent down and examined carefully, first with her naked eye, then with her nose, and finally confirmed that her judgment was correct.

It turns out that this is the "snake spirit wood" painted in medical art!

The duckweed was so surprised that it suddenly bloomed a few bright lights on her little face. I thought it was very good for medicine, and it was rare to see. If it was dug out, it would sell for a big price.

Thinking of this, she did not care to think too much, and began to use the scythe to dig the root of the snake spirit wood.

It took more than an hour for ducao to think that if she continued to dig like this, the mountain would be dug through sooner or later, so she cut off the small roots and took out the part growing above.

"It's really a good thing. If you sell it to old apricot, at least he will give me three Liang silver?" Du Cao excitedly calculated in his heart, can't wait to get to the county.

It's just that time is a little tight today, and sun Guixiang has taken the food from the kitchen. He still doesn't know what to face when he goes home.

After thinking about it for a while, ducao decides to choose a good time and then go to the county town with Ji to sell snake spirit wood.

Today, it was a blessing in disguise, and the harvest was great, so she decided not to dig other herbs for the time being, and first she took everyone back to hide.

Arriving at the door quickly, Du Cao found that the snake spirit wood was too strong, so he had to go through the back door to avoid being conspicuous.

It was already midnight. As soon as Du Cao came home, he didn't have time to say hello to sun Guixiang. He opened the door and ran to the room.

Ji Shumo, who had been up long ago, was still reading the unfinished book last night. He was surprised to see the muddy grass all over his body.

In addition, the most eye-catching is the thick wood root in her arms. The dirty one is thicker than Du Cao's arm. It looks especially funny.

Ji Shumo was still curious, but the scene still made him laugh.

"Where are you going? How do you come back with a stick? Ji expresses Mo to cover mouth to smile to inquire, the youth looks like the handsome face of heaven and man, because this wipe smile and add a bit of relegation immortal feeling

Du Cao was panting for breath. When he entered the door, he heard him make fun of himself, frowning and drinking.

"It's a pity that you are so handsome, but your knowledge is shorter than that of the village girl. It's a snake spirit tree. You call it a fire stick!"

Ji Shumo saw that Du Cao was unconvinced, but he couldn't help laughing.

"Well, it's not a firestick, but it can at least be used as firewood."

Du grass lost his temper, took the snake spirit wood to his eyes to show off, elated, slightly raised his small chin, as if he knew everything.

"I repeat, it's called serpentine wood. It's a rare medicinal material, especially when it's so thick."

The words didn't finish, Ji Lyric Mo can't hold the words, he just want to look at the little girl in front of him.

"Thick enough to cut wood for fire!"

Du Cao pretended to stare at him angrily, and found that this guy always put on a deep and lofty appearance, but today he destroyed his image because of a medicinal herb.

"I won't tell you. Anyway, when I sell this stick, I won't buy you delicious food if I make money!"

After all, the economic power is in the hands of ducao. She can't help but feel a little proud to take this as a counterattack.Ji expresses Mo to see her to threaten oneself, turn a glance then no longer speak, Du grass saw the heart is soft, have to change tone.

"Just now I was joking. Please wipe the mud on the snake spirit wood for me, and then put it in the cabinet." She asked in a soft voice, but she didn't smile on her sly little face.

The cool and proud Ji Shumo just smiles and nods his head.

Then Du Cao went out of the room to see if sun Guixiang had made breakfast, but she was stopped by Du Zhang in the yard.

Thinking of the warm scene last night, duckweed went into Grandma's house with curiosity.

In this home, even though Du Cao was abused by sun Guixiang, but also to guard against the covetous Du Daqiang, there is always a glimmer of light in the dark.

As her grandmother, Du Zhang is the only one who loves Du Cao.

It's just because grandma is gentle and kind, but her son has a domineering mother-in-law. In addition to her recent serious illness, she has no voice at home.

For Du Cao suffering, Du Zhang's eyes, only secretly care for her granddaughter.

At present, Du Cao followed her into the room and closed the door. She saw her grandmother come to the bedside and took out a pair of cloth shoes from the straw mat.

"Grass, it's cold and your shoes are broken. Grandma made a pair of cloth shoes for you while the back pain is not serious these days."

Du Zhang waved to Du Cao as he said, and gave her cloth shoes as if she were a treasure.

Du Cao held cloth shoes in both hands, but before she put them on her feet, her heart had been warmed.

"Thank you, grandma. You have to make shoes for me at your age!" Du Cao was very happy and carefully examined the dense stitches on the cloth shoes.

It has to be said that Du Zhang's handiwork is quite good. He not only has delicate stitches, but also has a unique style in making cloth shoes.

Because the old lady knew that her granddaughter often did rough work, and sometimes she had to go to the mountains or the fields to put the accumulated cotton in the cloth.

Cotton cultivation was not popular in this era, and Du Zhang also got some broken cotton by others.

Looking at Du Cao's ecstatic little face, the old lady kind-hearted smile: "good grass, you try to fit, this cloth shoes with cotton inside, you will not freeze feet outside."

But this pair of shoes, no matter how warm they are, or the embroidery on their appearance, are extremely practical and chic. Du Cao can't bear to wear them at all, so he holds them in his chest.

"I'm sure it fits, grandma. Do you need a jacket? Next time I go to the county, I'll make money and buy you a new dress. "