Dressed as a farm girl, she randomly cheats and makes the whole family happy

The road up the mountain has been repaired like the roads in the village, and some gravel has been paved. Steps have been dug in some places with steep slopes, making it much easier to walk.

"We can't get through. Our previous path to the creek is gone."

There was a stream under the mountain house where I lived before, which was considered a secret base for the Zhao children. I used to go up the mountain frequently, and after walking many times, it became a road. Now the road is covered with grass and vine branches that are half a person's height. Tightly covered.

"There's nothing we can do. Let's go look elsewhere."

The paths on the mountain are criss-crossed, and a specially built road leads to a flat piece of land halfway up the mountain. The other paths are made by people in the village who go up the mountain themselves, and they don't know where they will lead.

Fortunately, wild fruits can be found everywhere in the mountains. If you choose a road, there will be wild fruit trees on the roadside.

Wu Mu didn't know these wild fruits at all, so he asked Lu Ming, but Lu Ming couldn't name some of them.

Anyway, Lu Ming said it was okay to eat, so Wu Mu followed the example of others and picked wild fruits and put them on the handkerchief, waiting to go to the stream to wash them and eat them later. But the child couldn't wait any longer. He wiped it on the handkerchief and stuffed it into his mouth.

Most of them are sweet and sour, and some are astringent, but they are not unpleasant to eat.

“It’s also delicious to pick them back and make jam tea.”

Lu Ming only picked a few things he liked, and the small handkerchief was not full yet.

After walking all the way, we came to a huge boulder, and looking out we saw a cliff.

Wu Mu stood on the edge of the stone and looked down. He could only see the dense tree tops. If you were afraid of heights, you would feel dizzy just by looking at them.

"Be careful."

Wuyang pulled his brother back and saw that it was really dangerous.

"so high.

"

Wu Mu was not afraid of heights at all and was a little excited.

When I looked at the mountain at the foot of the mountain, I only thought it was big, not how high. After climbing up the mountain for a while, there were paths up and down, and I thought it wasn't very high. But now I saw that I was almost at the top of the mountain.

Lu Ming could no longer walk. He hadn't climbed a mountain for a long time and the path was difficult to walk. He was panting from exhaustion.

Zhao Changan had been paying attention to his sister's condition. When he saw Lu Ming, he stopped to take a breath, squatted down and stretched out his arms towards Lu Ming.

Lu Ming didn't show any strength and threw himself into Zhao Changan's arms.

The sun has reached the top of the head, and it is almost noon. From the open area facing the village, you can see the smoke rising from the cooking in the village.

The time in the mountains passed very quickly. I only picked some wild fruits and the whole morning had already passed.

Occasionally, you can see a few bamboo baskets in the grass on the roadside. They are all relatively small, and some are in the shape of baskets that can be worn diagonally across the body. There is also a rag tied on them, and they come in various colors.

Others were hung on low branches, with stones placed inside to hold down the weight.

Seeing two more among the vine branches, Yang Liulang finally couldn't help but ask.

"Why are there so many baskets lost in the mountains?"

Most of the baskets are old, weathered, and stained with dirt and mud that cannot be washed away.

"This is not lost."

Zhao Changfu explained.

"It is used by the girls and aunts in the village to go up to the mountains to pick wild fruits."

"Now there are fewer people in the village going up to the mountains to hunt, but there are more people guessing about wild fruits."

"Especially in spring and autumn, there are many wild fruits in the mountains."

"I carried a basket on my back when I went up the mountain. When picking wild fruits, I took the basket that had been placed on the mountain for a long time. I carried the basket so that I could pick more fruits, and then emptied it all into the basket on my back.

Carry it back inside. "

“Carrying the basket on my back up and down the mountain frees up my hands, so I leave the basket on the mountain.”

"Look at the cloth strips tied on it. Each house is different, and no one will take it randomly."

Just as he was talking, he arrived at the main road built in the village. When he first came up, there were three large backpacks on the small platform, and there were a few piles of bundled dry firewood next to them.

"No, this is where the villagers go up the mountain to collect firewood and pick some wild fruits. I will put the firewood and backpacks here first and go to get the baskets to pick fruits."

Yang Liulang walked in to see the bundled firewood.

"If you leave it like this, aren't you afraid of someone taking it away?"

Zhao Changan chuckled and said: "Whoever is so shameless will be nagged for the rest of his life."

"The village is so big. One house is next to another, stealing firewood from other houses. Within a day, all the dogs in the village will know about it, and they will be chewed wherever they go."

"There is plenty of firewood on the mountain, so you need to take other people's firewood."

This is also true when you think about it.

Yang Liulang smiled and thought this was good.

Lihua Village was much more peaceful than he imagined.

These bundles of firewood are all selected branches. Each bundle of firewood is about the same size and cut into the same length.

Looking at the basket, there are also several bundles of firewood, but they are not branches, but split tree trunks, neatly placed in the basket.

It seemed to be a bit heavy. Yang Liulang looked around and saw no one else, so he grabbed the edge of the backpack and tried to lift it up.

It was actually heavier than he thought.

The basket was already full, and there were several bundles of firewood piled beside it.

"Is it heavy? I'll have to put the firewood on the backpack and carry it later."

There is a log next to the backpack

The shelf is placed on the upper floor of the quilt, and other firewood that cannot be put in is fixed on it with ropes and carried away together.

Yang Liulang was shocked. The basket on his back was already very heavy. If he had to add other ones, would he be able to carry it?

Besides, this mountain road is not easy to walk on. If you fall while carrying such a heavy thing, you will definitely be injured.

Zhao Changfu patted Yang Liulang on the shoulder.

"Farmer men are all strong."

"No one can do the work without strength."

Yang Wulang also went to lift the basket, "It's really heavy. Have you ever gone up the mountain to collect firewood before?"

"of course."

Zhao Changan smiled and said: "All the children in the village have to work early."

"But children collect firewood on the way, and this bundle is enough."

"Most of the children come to cut the grass and go back to feed the livestock."

"There is a river in the village. When I get older, I will help with fishing."

"There's not much hunting in the village. Fishing is much easier. You can eat it and sell it."

The young men of the Yang family had been listening in silence as they talked about the work that the children in the village had to do.

Thinking of myself, not to mention cutting grass and picking up things, I have never even done easy tasks like sweeping and spreading.

When I was in the capital before, compared with the children from civil servant families, I always felt that they were squeamish and nothing like me. They crawled around in the training ground, were not afraid of getting dirty or tired, and felt a little proud of themselves.

Now it seems that it is just a blinding eye.

Lu Ming looked very touched when he saw the Yang brothers' expressions changing.

Hey, isn't this the ancient version of Metamorphosis?

Young men from the city come to the poor mountain villages to experience life.

However, the class gap in ancient times was real. Our Lihua Village is not considered a poor place, but this difference is still very big.

This is not the case in modern times where everyone is equal. The Yang brothers can still have such feelings.

Lu Ming gave them a thumbs up.

The boys of the Yang family still don't understand where Lu Ming's sister's praise comes from, but that doesn't stop them from being happy and silly about receiving the praise.