Song Tan's Notes

As for mugwort sprouts, in fact, there are more than 300 acres of land on Shitoupo, and mugwort, wild chrysanthemums and sunflowers divide the land into three parts.

At the beginning, six or seven kilograms of seeds were sown per acre of land. Now, after the spring rain, a layer of velvety green has grown densely in the barren land, covering the land that originally had some gravel remaining on it, like a green velvet carpet for thousands of miles, without a single color, it is so beautiful.

The wild chrysanthemums next to it are also lush and green.

However, those mugwort varieties have higher medicinal value and do not taste as good as wild mugwort.

So when Lu Chuan said he wanted to try the mountain food, his seventh cousin promptly handed him the basket and pointed to the place.

Although they are both chefs, the old man's life is much more leisurely than that of Master Jiang. He spends plenty of time wandering around the mountains and fields every day.

Now, we have to arrange for everyone to pick shepherd's purse in the next two days. It's spring now, so we need to get more shepherd's purse to make dumplings. It rained a lot earlier, so we were delayed, and now many of the shepherd's purse are old.

If we delay any longer, the shepherd's purse will bloom in vain.

As he was talking, Uncle Seven was muttering, "Tan Tan, please buy some seeds online when you have time. Shepherd's purse, baby cabbage, mugwort, etc. Buy more and spread them on both sides of the road."

"Otherwise, if the whole village came here, the wild vegetables they picked wouldn't be enough for our family to have a meal."

After all, there are so many people. When they wander around, it's like a swarm of locusts passing through, and they have to pull out all the weeds on the roadside.

That’s all, what we brought back is not enough to eat.

After all, there are so many people in the family, cooking every day is like feeding pigs, and a bag of noodles can't last more than two days.

  Song Tan exclaimed “Ouch!”

There is actually no shortage of these things in the mountain village, but last year, with the work of turning the soil and repairing the road, all the wild vegetables and weeds that did not get in the way on both sides of the road disappeared without a trace.

"Seventh cousin, you reminded me well. I almost forgot. It happens to be the season now. I'll buy some more."

Apart from anything else, if the villagers wanted to cut some mugwort during the Dragon Boat Festival, they wouldn't have to run all the way to the distant mountains.

Just then, when my seventh cousin was walking around, he saw a lot of mugwort buds next to the old tea mountain, so he arranged for them to come over.

The entire mountain, covering more than 100 acres, originally belonged to Old Man Li, but due to poor management, large areas of the mountain are wasteland, with only a dozen acres of old tea trees growing to two meters high, which are out of reach for picking tea.

After Song Tan took over, he quickly pruned all the old tea trees, then tilled and reclaimed the land, and this spring filled the field with tea seedlings.

In just a while, we can interplant various types of watermelons in this small tea seedling field.

After a winter of nourishment and spring germination, the old tea tree has now grown a layer of shiny young leaves. In a few days, when the plump new buds sprout out, we can start picking them.

But now——

Lu Chuan held up the basket and asked, "Is that mugwort in front?"

It is tender green, growing in full clusters close to the ground. The back of the leaves has a faint silvery luster, making it look fresh and cute.

Song Tan nodded: "Yes! It's really tender!"

"But the taste of this is actually a bit strong, but Uncle Qi knows how to mix it, so it should be okay."

As she spoke, she squatted down and started picking. "Don't worry, these grow very fast. As long as you don't move the roots, they will grow into a big clump in a few days this season."

She picked them very skillfully and quickly. Seeing this, Lu Chuan also picked a handful and laughed, "It really smells strong."

"Really?" Song Tan joked, "Pick the tender ones, so that the young masters in the city can eat better."

The young master from the city smiled helplessly and said, "Am I the only one eating? Don't you have to eat too?"

Song Tan laughed and said, "We have seen this since we were young! My parents are better. They will make some for us to eat when it is in season."

"As for my grandparents, they were hungry when they were young, so they don’t like to touch these wild vegetables, including sweet potatoes." They did eat a lot in the early spring of last year, but those wild vegetables were all grown by spiritual energy, so the taste was naturally different.

Lu Chuan was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "That's it, everyone will be wronged at noon."

"That's not the case." Song Tan has confidence in his seventh cousin: "Many wild vegetables require a lot of oil, and they must be served with meat - probably stewed chicken with mugwort, or with fragrant fried diced meat."

After that, he started laughing again: "Didn't you want to try mugwort buns before? What do you think mugwort is?"

She pointed ahead and said, "Over there, white wormwood, it's a bit like this, put it in your basket and try making two different kinds at noon!"

  To be honest, I have read all kinds of information about Lu Chuan's novels, and I am quite familiar with wild vegetables and weeds. But now that I have come to pick them in person, I find that seeing them with my own eyes and doing it in person is a very different feeling!

He also became interested: "Where? Do they only pick the tenderest leaves on the top?"

As the two were talking and laughing, suddenly a yellow shadow flashed past them. Lu Chuan was stunned for a moment, and then he suddenly heard a rustling sound in the tea field.

He looked up and saw a dog's head sticking out from among the trimmed tea bushes, with a jute-colored rabbit in its mouth.

Look at the neck again, the dog tag has two big red words -

"Qibao!"

Song Tan came over and looked at the rabbit first: "Qibao has become a master! He is so fast at catching rabbits!"

"Wang!"

Qibao was instantly elated, and he opened his mouth and shouted. The rabbit, which had been pretending to be dead, instantly fell to the ground, then flew away and entered the tea bushes again.

"Woo——"

Qibao was dumbfounded and aggrieved. He wanted to rush in, but was stopped by Song Tan: "Forget it, forget it. I'll catch it next time. Come on, help me hold the basket first."

As expected, Qibao came over and bit the basket foolishly again.

Lu Chuan was curious: "Why don't you let it catch it?"

Song Tan carefully glanced at Qibao and said helplessly: "It - I picked up these three brothers and sisters on the road, their heads..."

It's really hard to put it into words.

It’s not that he’s not smart, but his personality is too distinct.

Wubao loves to sleep and dig holes - Song Tan suspected that Qiao Qiao had planted corn with him because of this.

Liubao likes to steal and is bad at math. He can't steal anything even if he steals from the company. It's embarrassing.

Qibao is even more difficult to describe.

  It is diligent, brave and obedient!

But, very reckless.

How reckless can you be?

"As for the tea field in front of us, it's OK for these big tea trees, because their branches are hard and they can't move. But if it's the tea seedlings that have been transplanted not long ago, if it catches a rabbit in the field, it can plow the whole field."

After thinking about it, Song Tan could only sigh: "Maybe it's because we have never disciplined them."

At that time, the family was busy, so the three puppies were handed over to a few mature children to take care of. As a result,...

Well, I can’t say that I can handle things on my own, but I can only say that I don’t have any competitiveness in the workplace.

(End of this chapter)