I Own a Garden with One Hundred Herbs

The rain stopped and the sky cleared.

Baicaoshi is an actionist, and he will do it when he thinks about it.

She used a gourd to pack some purple rice bought yesterday, and went to Lao Yang's house alone. As the saying goes, reciprocity is easy to do.

The last time I came was in the evening, and I didn’t go in. Now I saw a few big mulberry trees in the yard. After the rain, the crowns of the trees became more and more beautiful, with luxuriant branches and leaves, and clusters of pleasing fruits hung on the trees.

Needless to say, the green vegetable bed, the smooth stone well fence, the tall acacia tree, the purple mulberry... The scenery written by the great writer is presented before the eyes, and the poems of Baicao still have a dreamlike flavor. That's great, it's time for the ripening period of mulberries.

She yelled towards the courtyard, and the Yang family members came out, including Yang Dali's two sons, and the third girl stood behind in a low-key manner.

"Yo, Baicaoshi is here." It was Mrs. Zheng who spoke, with a very warm face.

Baicaoshi sent the purple rice first, and said with a smile, "I went to the market yesterday and bought some food. I wanted to send you some."

"Why is this so embarrassing?" Mrs. Zheng said so, but her hand was very sincere, and she took it, "I just ordered your chicken soup the day before yesterday."

With short hands and short mouth, Yang Dali also said: "Baicaoshi, sit in the room."

Baicaoshi waved her hand and looked at Sanya, "Uncle, Auntie, I came here today to ask Sanya to help me and make some new clothes."

"I can..." Sanya was about to speak, but Zheng gave her a look, "Baicaoshi, you are joking, Sanya's craftsmanship can't compare to yours."

Baicaoshi was helpless, and was about to collapse again. She spread her hands, inadvertently showing some scars on them, "There is no way, I know Sanya is also very busy, so I just want to pay two more copper coins every day, and I won't let you go." Sanya will do it for nothing."

"This...how is this so embarrassing?" Zheng's petty citizens were torn between accepting money or not.

It was the eldest brother of the Yang family who said, "Mother, neighbors and fellow villagers should help each other. It's nothing to be a needlework."

Seeing this, Mrs. Zheng didn't care about it anymore, "Sanya, then you should be quicker in your hands and feet, and do it well before getting married."

Baicaoshi was startled, the third girl looked only twelve or thirteen years old, she was going to get married soon? This evil feudal society ah.

"Then I'll thank Uncle and Aunt first, and then let Sanya go to my house to do it."

After talking a few more homely words, the rest of the Yang family entered the house, leaving only two girls in the yard.

Baicaoshi glanced at the mulberry tree from time to time, thinking about how to speak.

Sanya is a transparent person, she dragged her to the tree, "Sister, my mulberries are ripe, I'll pick some for you."

Well, here comes the ladder.

"Then I thank Sanya. I heard that mulberry branches can live if they are inserted into the ground. I also want to raise a mulberry tree. I will be happy when I see the fruit." Baicaoshi came up with the idea of ​​mulberry trees.

Sanya had already climbed the tree, so she put it in a gourd scoop from Baicaoshi, "If it is layered, spring and autumn are better. But my sister took mulberry, washed it and removed the pulp, and you can also get seeds. Spring sows in summer and autumn sows become."

Sanya, who doesn't seem to talk much, became eloquent when she mentioned mulberry trees and mulberries, and even her face with a little natural plateau red became vivid.

"Then I meet someone who doesn't understand, so I'll ask you." Baicaoshi still broke off a small piece of mulberry branch, which is for the system. "By the way, Sanya, my mother said you raise silkworms, can you show me?"

The third girl came down from the tree, filled the gourd scoop with mulberries, and gave it to Baicaoshi, "Yes, come with me."

The silkworm breeding room is in the wing room, and the silkworm racks are stacked together. The third girl brought over a silkworm plaque woven from bamboo rafts. On the mulberry leaves are white and fat silkworm babies.

Frankly speaking, Baicao Poetry has not been concentrated, but still praised: "You are really capable."

The third girl teased the baby silkworm affectionately, but she had a sad look on her face, "Unfortunately, when I get married, my mother will sell them all."

She must be a real lover of silkworms, that's why she is reluctant to give up. Baicaoshi almost blurted out, "How old are you, you want to get married?"

The third girl looked at her in disbelief, "Sister, I'm fourteen this year. Besides, I got married and got a bride price at home, so I can tell my brother my wife."