The Daily Life of a Down-on-Hard-Life Medicine Girl Supporting Her Family

Chapter 125 Mean
In Sichuan, spring is in full bloom and people are busy harvesting and processing various medicinal materials. There are some precious raw materials for medicinal herbs that Zhao Minghua sent, as well as some herbs that the villagers picked and sold to her.

That day, Aunt Luo came looking for Chunnuan again.

"With the arrival of spring, I remembered, can yams also be used as medicine?"

“Of course it can be used as medicine.” Chun Nuan smiled and said, “Yam has the effects of tonifying the spleen and stomach, and nourishing the lungs. It can be used to treat chronic diarrhea due to spleen deficiency, chronic enteritis, cough and asthma due to lung deficiency, chronic gastritis, diabetes, seminal emission, enuresis, leukorrhea and other symptoms.”

"There are lots of yams on the mountain, can we go and dig some up and sell them to you?"

"Okay," Chunnuan said. "Now is the perfect time to dig yams."

"Then let's go dig."

"it is good."

As spring warms up, you'll know that Aunt Luo is incredibly efficient and decisive, always getting things done right away.

The villagers have been taught by their ancestors for generations to recognize many herbs and know their uses. Now that they know that the market will buy them in large quantities when spring arrives, they see herbs not as herbs, but as silver coins that can be sold to buy oil and salt.

So now whenever they see a large area of ​​herbs, they ask Chunnuan if she wants some.

If previously collecting and processing medicinal herbs was to earn some extra money to supplement the family income, with the increasing profits from the two teahouses owned by Master Zhang and Zhao Minghua, processing these herbs became more of a hobby and a way to pass the time. Of course, it was also to increase the income of the villagers.

Since my family officially moved into Shuikou Village, the villagers have been even more welcoming than before.

That's just how reality is. When you're poor, no one cares even in the bustling city; when you're rich, even distant relatives come calling from the deep mountains. Everyone has seen that Uncle Luo's family is slowly getting better off with the Xiao family. They're neighbors, so the difference shouldn't be too great, right? Therefore, when the Xiao family is planting rice and harvesting, there will always be an old man standing on the ridge of the field giving them some pointers, while the younger ones will go down to the field to help with the farming.

Chunnuan deeply understands the principle that a close neighbor is worse than a distant relative, so since they need her, she will help them.

Aunt Luo was the most active in picking herbs.

The young women and wives in the village were also clever; they would follow Aunt Luo's lead in whatever she did.

Digging for yams on the mountain is something we've done every year, but we only dug them up to eat; we never imagined we could earn money from them.

At the same time, they never expected that one day they would be stopped by the Xiao clan.

"What are you doing? What are you doing?"

A sharp shout startled dozens of women and children who were digging for yams.

"They are servants of the Xiao family." Everyone was a little scared when they saw this, and they all walked towards Aunt Luo.

Yes, without realizing it, they had already regarded Aunt Luo as their leader, and they would always rely on her to take the lead in any matter.

"Brother, let's dig up some yam tubers here to make soup." Aunt Luo was taken aback for a moment, then quickly stepped forward to explain, "Look, this is it, we didn't dig up any others."

These mountains belong to the Xiao clan. They have been picking medicinal herbs and digging yams every year, but this year there are more people picking and digging than in previous years, and the amount dug is larger.

"Look at what you've done to this mountain!" The servants looked at the pitted and uneven excavated soil everywhere. "Who gave you permission to dig here? Leave your stuff here and get out of here."

"Huh?" Aunt Luo was surprised. She had never paid attention to it before, so why did she keep the yams this time?

Looking at the ten or so pounds of yams in his basket, and seeing that they were all the fruits of a long day's work, he felt a little unwilling to let them go to him.

"Brother, how about this? We are all farmers in the village. We don't have enough food, so we dig some up to fill our stomachs. If you don't let us dig, we won't. We dug all of this with great effort. How about we take it with us?"

"How wishful thinking! They're digging up yams on the Xiao clan's mountain and thinking they can take them with them. If they take yams today, they might be picking fruit or even cutting down trees on the mountain tomorrow..."

"No, we never do such things."

They were all honest, simple country women. Even though it was something from the mountains, they knew what they could and couldn't take. The Xiao family was a powerful clan that no one could afford to offend.

In summer, you can pick mushrooms, gather herbs from the mountains, and dig up yams from the ground. But the fruits and trees on the trees really don't move; we can't wrong them. "Hehe, if we catch them, they'll just say it didn't happen."

A small sedan chair for two people stopped at the foot of the mountain, and a voice came from inside: "Old Bai, tell them to put down the yams and leave, or we'll report them to the authorities."

Her voice was soft, but her words were harsh, like sharp knives piercing the hearts of Aunt Luo and the others.

"Yes, Miss." Old Bai, the servant who had just shouted, said sternly, "Did you hear me? Leave your things here and get out of here, or I'll send you to the yamen and you'll be in big trouble."

None of Aunt Luo and her ilk dared to offend the authorities, so they quickly dumped out the yams and prepared to leave.

"and many more."

The person inside the sedan chair spoke again.

"Miss……"

"Leave the tools for digging yams as well, otherwise they'll come back and dig them up again once we leave."

what?
"This will teach you a lesson. Not just anyone can touch your things. Look carefully, these mountains belong to the Xiao family!"

Hearing what the person in the sedan chair said, Aunt Luo was so angry that her face turned red, but she was helpless.

It's important to know that in Changzhou, the Xiao family is indeed a force to be reckoned with.

They confirmed that they had indeed dug up the yams on the Xiao family's mountain.

He had hoped to earn some money to buy oil and salt, but he never expected to lose everything. Not only did he not earn any money, he also lost a basket, a sickle, and a hoe.

The bamboo basket is fine; a man can weave it by cutting two bamboo stalks by the river. But sickles and hoes have to be made by the blacksmith in town, and that costs money.

Speaking of which, the bamboo by the river belongs to Master Zhang, but the Zhang family has never cared about it. Anyone who wants to use the bamboo can just cut it down.

On the other hand, the Xiao family, who usually doesn't care, has become so controlling this time that it's infuriating.

What should we do about Sister-in-law Luo?

"There's nothing we can do, we're in the wrong, let's go."

They were all in a hurry, and they put down their baskets, sickles and hoes to follow Aunt Luo down the mountain.

"When I passed by the sedan chair just now, I really wanted to spit on her a few times," a woman said. "They both have the surname Xiao, but the young ladies of the Xiao family are so sharp-tongued and mean. Look at the granddaughters of Physician Xiao, Chunnuan and the others are so much better."

"Such an annoying young lady will never get married."

"Hey, believe it or not, I actually heard some news."

"what news?"

Everyone loves to hear gossip; hearing gossip can make people forget the trouble of borrowing money on credit.

"I heard that the third young master of Baicaotang once proposed to Xiao Chunlan of the Xiao family, but then he stopped mentioning it."

"The third young master of the Zhao family, Zhao Minghua, right?" When it comes to this person, Aunt Luo has the right to speak: "No, that's not true. Zhao Minghua is engaged to Chunnuan. They will get married as soon as Chunnuan's mourning period is over."

"really?"

"Would I lie to you?" Aunt Luo said. "I've had dinner with Mrs. Zhao before, and she really likes the warmth of spring."

"That girl Chunnuan is really charming. Whoever marries her will surely prosper."

(End of this chapter)