Tyrant father's group pet little princess

Chapter 825 The child from the capital, still knows the medicinal materials?
Although the little girls heard what Li Yan said, they were still quite puzzled.

This noble lady is not as unbearable as Li Yan said.

On the contrary, I feel that she is gentle and tough, knowledgeable, and makes people want to get close.

It was already an hour after Xia Bao'er finished copying "Hundred Characters".

Li Lian took her handwriting and read it over and over again, as if it was not enough.

"Bao'er, your handwriting is so good. I heard that there is a Prime Minister Lu in the capital. He writes good handwriting. He is called a master of calligraphy. I was lucky enough to meet it once. I feel that what you wrote is as good as it is. He doesn't give up too much!"

Xia Baoer smiled slightly, but did not answer.

Isn't her calligraphy taught by the prime minister?
Guiqin came over and said, "Bao'er, do you want me to take you back now? Your second uncle has to teach for a while before he can leave. But don't go back too late, or your mother will be worried."

Xia Bao'er laughed and said, "That way, I won't bother my second aunt to see me off, I remember the way back."

She turned her head to look at Huzi, and saw that he was still enthusiastically explaining the knowledge he had just learned to his little brothers and sisters.

Therefore, Xia Baoer decided to leave first by herself.

After bidding farewell to Li Lian and Guiqin, Xia Baoer walked alone on the country road.

At this time, there are long white clouds in the blue sky, and the autumnal wind brings Xia Bao'er a good mood.

The air is filled with the pleasant fragrance of burnt leaves, and the leaves of the mountains in the distance are almost gone.

Presumably, winter is coming.

Xia Bao'er was not in a hurry to go back to Li's house, but instead followed the path to the mountain road.

She noticed before that when her second aunt Guiqin went up the mountain to pick wild vegetables, the back of her hand was scratched many times by thorns.

If it is not maintained well, it will easily crack and become frostbite in winter.

Xia Bao'er knew that there was a kind of herb that could be seen everywhere. It grew in the mountains. If you picked it up and applied it on a daily basis, it would heal quickly and make your skin fair.

Her embroidered shoes stepped on the fallen leaves, making a soft creaking sound.

The woods are very quiet, and the sun shines in, revealing the laziness of autumn.

At this moment, Xia Baoer saw a figure in front of him, carrying a medicine basket and holding a small sickle, bending over to look for something under the tree roots.

When she got closer, she took a closer look: "Grandma Li?"

It's really a narrow road to the enemy, and it turned out to be Grandpa Li's daughter-in-law.

Mrs. Li probably didn't expect to meet Xia Baoer here.

She turned her head, her forehead was stained with sweat.

Mrs. Li's eyes showed dissatisfaction: "Why are you following me?"

Xia Bao'er didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Where did I follow you? It was clear that I went to the mountains to collect medicine and met you by chance."

"Picking herbs? Hey, the kid from the capital can still recognize herbs?"

Xia Bao'er ignored the provocation in her tone, she didn't have to argue with an old guy directly.

He just said lightly: "I recognize it a little bit."

Afterwards, she looked at Mrs. Li's medicine basket, and there were all green weeds, all of which looked similar, but the types were different. There were about three or four varieties.

Xia Baoer glanced twice: "Grandma Li wants to pick vanilla?"

Ning vanilla is a herbal medicine used to promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis, which is quite effective.

But Xia Baoer saw that in her medicine basket, there were only two Ningxiang herbs, and the rest were all weeds, they just looked alike.

She couldn't help pointing out: "In your medicine basket, most of the herbs are picked wrong."

Mrs. Li said impatiently: "Since the old man fell ill, I have gone up to the mountains to collect herbs by myself. I took them back and packed them into medicine packs to give him hot compresses. Isn't the effect always good? If I pick the wrong one, it will be effective! Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand!"

(End of this chapter)