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Seeing Zhang Taiping come in, the little girl's expression immediately changed and she wanted to get off the kang and run out.

Zhang Taiping quickly stopped him and said, "Yaya, just sit on the kang. Dad will ask you something."

Zhang Taiping sat on the kang, looked at Yaya who was sitting far away, patted his side and said, "Come and sit here."

The little girl moved a little, but was still more than one meter away. She lowered her head and grabbed the hem of her clothes with both hands.

Zhang Taiping was speechless for a while and had no choice but to give up.

"Why are you so afraid of dad?" Zhang Taiping tried his best to keep his tone softer.

"......"not talking.

"Say it, dad won't hit you."

Unexpectedly, the little girl suddenly started crying, wiping her tears with her hands, sobbing.

"You said...that I was a loser and that you wanted...to...sell me to human traffickers."

Zhang Taiping was stunned for a moment, but he couldn't remember when he said such a thing. He probably said it casually because he had the evil spirit to talk to others, and then forgot about it.

He really didn't dare to do it if he was asked to do it. If he did it, the old man on the mountain would probably be the first to come down and eliminate this evil obstacle.

Zhang Taiping hugged the crying little girl to him and comforted her.

"I won't sell you to human traffickers, so why would I let you go? I used to scare you, but as long as you listen to dad in the future, I won't sell you."

I was crying my heart out just now, but I stopped immediately.

He raised his head, pursed his lips, and asked in disbelief with his eyelashes still covered with tears: "Are you really not going to sell me out?"

It made Zhang Taiping seem as if he had done something terribly wrong.

"I really won't sell it anymore!" Zhang Taiping answered simply.

The little girl seemed to believe it, and her tense body relaxed.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Taiping grinned and said, "Come here, dad has a good thing for you."

"What good thing?" the little girl asked, still sniffing.

"Close your eyes and daddy will do a magic trick for you. Count to three and then open your eyes."

The little girl closed her eyes obediently, counted three times aloud, and then opened her eyes again.

A small furry thing appeared in front of my eyes.

"Yeah! It's a little kitten." She shouted in surprise.

Zhang Taiping choked and said, "It's not a cat. Guess again."

"That's a puppy."

Zhang Taiping could only say with a wry smile: "It's a little squirrel. Come on, give me a hug. Do you like it?"

"Yeah, I like it." He said, gently stroking the fluffy fur on the little thing with his little hand.

Zhang Taiping felt relieved when he saw the little girl's happy expression.

I don’t know whether it was because the child was easy to coax or because of the constant blood relationship, but after a while the father and daughter were talking and laughing. Cai Yazhi, who came in with the meal, was quite surprised.

A special big old bowl holds a full bowl of noodles, with a layer of whistle poured on top.

After the dough is rolled out, use a knife to plow it into long strips half a centimeter wide. Adding some salt when kneading the dough will make it stronger.

The whistle is stewed with eggplants the size of fingernails, one-centimeter-long cowpeas, chopped green onions, chopped tomatoes and shredded green peppers. When it is almost cooked, pour egg juice on the surface and cover the pot.

Simmer for a minute without burning the fire, then stir with a spoon until it forms an egg drop shape.

Such eggs are more tender than fried ones.

Zhang Taiping took the bowl and it looked delicious even if he didn't eat it.

Unfortunately, there were too many noodles and the big bowl was a bit too small to stir.

"If you can't stir it up, get another bowl and pick out more." Zhang Taiping said helplessly to his wife.

After a while, the wife came back, not with the bowl, but with a smaller basin.

I had heard in my last life that Guanzhong people had the habit of eating from a basin, but I had never had the opportunity to see it. I didn’t expect that I could experience it myself today.

Pour it into the basin and pour some more whistle. Sitting on the kang, Xili Hulu finished eating.

In the afternoon, I have been sitting in the study room in the back room, looking through the medical books in the box under the desk, and I have learned a lot from what I learned in my previous life.

It's not that he doesn't want to go out for a walk, it's just that wearing a gauze band on his head is inconvenient.

In rural areas, there are two situations for wearing gauze. One is when the head is injured, and the other is when wearing gauze.

When you meet someone on the street, they will often ask you, "Who did you make old again?"

Everyone in the family is still alive, which sounds unlucky. If he was injured, it would involve a lot of problems, and it would take a long time to explain.

Otherwise, there would be weird looks in my eyes all the way.

It is better to hide at home and read a book for a few days, and wait until the time when the injury is healed to take off the gauze before going out. This will save you a lot of talking and explaining for a long time when you meet someone.

During this period, the little girl poked her head at the door from time to time. As soon as Zhang Taiping put down his book and waved, he ran in happily, holding the little squirrel in his arms and asking questions.

I heard Zhang Taiping said that the little squirrel couldn't eat anything else and could only drink milk. He took a bowl and ran to squeeze some goat milk, opened the little squirrel's mouth, and poured it in one spoon at a time.

The little squirrel opened his eyes and ran to tell Zhang Taiping first.

Zhang Taiping not only did not feel annoyed by this, but felt very happy and warm. This is a child's way of expressing closeness and friendliness.

This situation lasted for more than twenty days until the gauze was removed.

That afternoon, Zhang Taiping moved a deck chair and lay under the front eaves, thinking about what to plant in the space.

Yaya was teasing the little squirrel that was already able to eat pine nuts. His wife was picking up Schisandra chinensis in the yard that had been exposed to the sun for two days.

"Schisandra chinensis" is the name of the medicinal material, and it is called "Wuling'er" in the mountains. It grows in dense forests, and the vines naturally wrap around the tree supports. The fruits hang down in bunches. They are not ripe, but they are picked when they are still green and dried in the sun.

It becomes "Schisandra chinensis". When mature, the particles are as big as peas and turn light red in color, like strings of agate hanging on the branches. They taste sweet and sour and are a relatively pleasant wild fruit.

This season is the time to pick Schisandra chinensis, and the mountains not far away are all over the slopes. My wife will pick some when she has free time, and she has accumulated more than ten kilograms here and there.

At that time, vendors will come to collect all kinds of mountain products and medicinal materials picked by the mountain people in their spare time.

Because Schisandra chinensis is a good medicine for replenishing qi and nourishing the five internal organs, it has no side effects when taken for a long time. It also protects the liver, promotes liver cell regeneration, and enhances liver detoxification. It is widely used in traditional Chinese medicine formulas and drug manufacturing, so the price is slightly higher than other common medicinal materials.

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Dried, one kilogram is about forty yuan. But this is the unified price for purchasing medicinal materials in towns or cities. The vendors will lower the price by five to ten yuan. Anyway, the people in the mountains don’t know the specific price.

I sold it as I felt it wasn't too different from previous years.

As I admired the busy figure of my wife Miaoman, I calculated that these medicinal materials could be sold for four to five hundred yuan. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration that I had seen saffron in the past twenty days came to my mind.

"Yes, you can start by planting some saffron or other rare and precious medicinal materials, accumulate some funds, and things will be easier to handle in the future." Zhang Taiping thought to himself as he sat up straight and waved his fists.

According to the saffron planting method promoted in Tibetan areas, planting in early autumn and September, and harvesting saffron in winter, only takes two or three months. This is still in the natural growth environment of the outside world. If it is in space, it only takes three days.

It can be harvested. Based on the external propaganda of 0.75 kilograms per acre of land, which is about 25 yuan per gram, two acres of land can earn 37,500 yuan in three days.

Thinking of this, my heart is burning. If this continues, there will be more than four million a year.

After thinking about it again, I shook my head mockingly. I really am obsessed with money. I don’t know if it can be grown in the space. Even if it can be grown, it is hard to explain when it is taken out. This medicine is a regional specialty.

It is difficult to grow in other areas. If a small amount appears in the Qinling Mountains, you can marvel at the magic and mystery of nature. If there are too many, it will arouse suspicion and speculation.

My heart cooled down quickly. This was a one-time deal that could only happen once. I had to think of other long-term, reasonable and non-suspicious methods.

Sighing, I have decided to live in peace in the mountains for the rest of my life. It is useless to ask for so much money. I will not bring it with me in life or death, as long as it is enough to live on.

In the future, you need to be more careful when using space. It is best to use it mainly as an assistant rather than as a tool for making huge profits. Greed and dissatisfaction are also original sins. If you have too many desires and want too much, you will lose after all.

Other precious things. I have witnessed too much in my previous life, and the warm and happy life in this life is even more precious. If you are blinded by the desire for gain, your hard-earned life will be shattered.

Only now did my mood calm down from the ambition of gaining space. It was like the Sun Wukong who had removed the curse. Only then did he feel that the sky in the mountain village was vast and relaxed.

"Dad, does the kitten have a father and a mother?" Just when Zhang Taiping was wandering in his thoughts, little Yaya's voice pulled him back.

Zhang Taiping was stunned and asked funnyly: "Kitten? Is this the name you gave it?"

"Well, she looks like a kitten, so I'll call her a kitten." Little Yaya nodded affirmatively.

Zhang Taiping smiled unconsciously.

"Little squirrels also have parents, just like Yaya."

"What about her parents?" she asked curiously, tilting her head.

Zhang Taiping thought for a moment before replying: "Mom and dad were captured by leopards to protect the little squirrel."

After hearing this, little Yaya's little face became sad. She rubbed the little thing's soft fur with her face and said, "It's so pitiful that the little kitten has no parents."

Then he raised the little thing to Zhang Taiping and said innocently: "Dad, then you should also be the kitten's father."

It made Zhang Taiping dumbfounded.

"Are you willing to give your father to the kitten?" Zhang Taiping asked deliberately.

Little Yaya was embarrassed for a while after hearing this, her face wrinkled up, but she finally nodded with difficulty.

Zhang Taiping was both surprised and pleased.

In a child's mind, nothing is as precious as mom and dad. Being without mom and dad is the most miserable thing in the world. Now out of sympathy, the little squirrel is willing to give half of his dad away, which shows that Yaya is very compassionate.

, and also know how to share.

Then he raised his head and asked pitifully: "Dad, do you still want Yaya?"

Zhang Taiping picked up the little girl and put her in his arms, and said with pity, "Of course I do. Little Yaya is dad's most precious treasure and the best gift God has given to dad."

Little Yaya smiled like a flower again and squeezed her head into Zhang Taiping's arms.

Zhang Taiping held Yaya in his arms and looked at his wife, who was like a butterfly flying back and forth in the courtyard, and the feeling of satisfaction overflowed in his heart.