agricultural doctor

Chapter 195: Here Comes the Wild Dog
Mrs. Zhang slapped Li Zhaodi's face heavily: "Your aunt doesn't use money to eat and drink at my house? The people in your Li family are precious, why should I serve others for nothing? If you keep thinking about the money, believe it or not, I will drive your aunt away." go out……"

Li Zhaodi was dizzy from being whipped, thinking about her aunt paying for the treatment of Zhang Guicai's leg injury, and subsidizing her family.

She cried and begged for mercy: "Mother, please do me a favor, take out the money first. I can't help it, the herb won't be sold for a while..."

If you want money or not, you need a life!
Since Li Zhaodi's aunt lived in her house, she has been taking care of her a lot.

Can serve people for nothing?

Mrs. Zhang interrupted Li Zhaodi, pointing at her and cursing angrily: "The waste grass can't be sold, don't you still have a cousin in Xiushui Village? Not to mention that Chen Gui has saved money as a helper, Li Chunhua and her daughter often go to our house Sending medicinal herbs, you won't borrow a few bucks for emergency..."

When Yeran came back with a large bundle of pokeweed, Aunt Wu was frying pumpkin pancakes in the kitchen.

Hearing the movement, she came out to greet her: "Ran Niang, can these be used as medicinal herbs?"

"These stems and leaves can fertilize the land, but they can't be used as medicinal materials. The aunt took a knife and cut off the roots. I will go to the cave to wash them later, and save them as medicinal materials."

Yeran put down the basket: "These pokeweed fruits are sun-dried and powdered, and sprinkled on the medicinal herbs and the vegetable field planted on the back slope, it can repel insects and kill insects."

This can also be done?

Aunt Wu farms every year, but is plagued by pests, and the vegetables never grow fat.

Hearing Ye Ran say that Phytolacca fruit is dried into powder, which can repel insects and kill insects, she hurried into the house: "I'll go get the bamboo mat first, and wash it in the sun to dry it."

It is used to repel insects and kill insects. Do you bother to wash them dry?

"The bamboo mat is not good. I and Yue'er Xing'er got a lot of juice on my hands, and I didn't wash all the soap root at Uncle Zhou's house."

Yeran saw at a glance that there was a bluestone slab for washing clothes in the yard, and together with Aunt Wu, they lifted the raised slab down, laid it flat on the ground, and then poured a basket of pombe fruit on it.

Once the pokeweed juice gets on the bamboo mat, it is difficult to clean it off, and it is difficult to get it on the bluestone board. Even if it does, it can be cleaned with a brush.

After drying the pokeweed fruit, Aunt Wu brought a knife for Yeran. She cut off the muddy roots and put them in a basket. Pannier.

After eating a few pumpkin pancakes with Aunt Wu's stewed fish soup, Yeran carried the basket on her back and headed back to the slope.

Yeran said that the fruit powder can repel insects, Xing'eryue'er was very curious, she wore a straw hat and followed Yeran, helping her sprinkle the chopped roots and leaves on the vegetable field, and sprinkled them again. Some are beside those herbs that grow.

Putting the empty basket on the back slope, Yeran carried the basket and brought Yue'er Xing'er into the cave.

There was wind on the lake, which poured in from above the waterfall, and the cool breeze in the cave was much cooler than the house down the mountain.

After washing Shanglugen, Yeran was not in a hurry to go back.

Taking advantage of the coolness, I took the bundled and broken blanket and spread it out. While hugging a little bun, I told them stories with the wind blowing.

I forgot to order wormwood to repel mosquitoes last night. I was bitten by mosquitoes and didn't sleep well all night.

Ye Ran's eyelids were twitching as she talked, and there was a slight sound from the little people beside her.

The three mothers took a nap in the cave, and then they went home slowly, carrying the empty basket and the basket of shanglugen.

Entering the main room through the back door, I heard a familiar voice from the kitchen: "There are a lot of white flour pancakes left, and they are still on the shelf, what a waste..."

(End of this chapter)