Poisonous Peasant ‘Concubine’

Haha... You, why did you get into the eyes of money?

Ling Jingxuan couldn't help laughing loudly, his fingers both doting and helplessly poking his head.

It's rare that the big bun didn't dislike it this time. He waved his hand and asked urgently, Dad, tell me, can you really turn those sour fruits into money?

As long as he can make money, he is willing to eat even a sweet fruit.

Of course, your father is Tong Sheng.

Well, thanks to the goddamn scientific examination system in ancient times, all things are inferior except for reading high. In modern times, Tongsheng is at most a primary school graduate, but it is obviously different here.

No, as soon as the word Tongsheng came out, the little doubt in Dabaozi's eyes disappeared instantly, and he turned around and pulled up Xiaobaozi: Xiaowu, let's go pick the fruit.

Seeing his eager appearance that the fruit will disappear if he is slow, Ling Jingxuan burst into laughter again, his son, who loves money and is stingy, really is a little bit like that.

Chapter 017 Situation, massacre of black láng

The father and son cooperated in a division of labor. The two steamed buns went back and forth to pick wild grapes, while Ling Jingxuan bent down and searched for the herbs he needed in the wild grasses. Because it was inaccessible, although it was hard to find, it was also very rewarding. He successively let him find many useful herbs. Herbs and some edible mushrooms, thinking of making a pot of mushroom soup at night, he also picked them together.

Father, those things are poisonous, did you dig them up?

After picking a bunch of herbs, Ling Jingxuan, who was about to give up temporarily, pushed aside the grass and saw a cluster of mushrooms. Without thinking, he squatted down and continued picking. The big bun's disgusting voice suddenly sounded. Ling Jingxuan turned his head and saw that the two buns were holding hands. Standing behind him, his clean little face was stained with dirt again in the past two days.

Hehe... Not all mushrooms are poisonous, these are edible, you finished picking them?

They were still too young, and they probably couldn't understand it after explaining too much. Ling Jingxuan calmly changed the subject, and they would know when they had eaten it. Mushrooms are a good thing.

Really? Daddy, let me pick it up for you.

When he heard that it was edible, Xiao Baozi rushed forward decisively and happily, Ling Jingxuan hurriedly hugged him, and said weakly, Some are not edible, you don't know it, so don't mix it up.

A stingy money slave, a foodie, the two steamed buns are really... so distinctive?

But I want to help Daddy.

Tilt his head, the little bun's face is innocent and innocent, and his big round eyes are filled with distress for his father Chiluǒluǒ.

Hehe... No, Daddy isn't tired, you go and rest by the side, and we'll go back when I finish picking this bunch.

Feeling warm in his heart, Ling Jingxuan patted his butt and pouted towards the big bun.

Xiao Wu is obedient, let's go there and wait for Daddy.

Seeing that he was still unwilling to give up, the big bun came over and held his hand.

Ling Jingxuan shook his head helplessly, turned around and buried his head in the mushroom bushes again. He wasn't lying to the little buns just now. There are quite a lot of mushrooms in this cluster, some are dull in color, some are colorful, and the edible and inedible are mixed. They were together, but he picked them all up. From ancient times to the present, there has been no separation between medicine and poison. Although poisonous mushrooms cannot be eaten, they can be used to make poison. Their family of three lives alone at the foot of the mountain, and their bodies are as thin as bamboo poles. The same, how can you do it without something to protect yourself?

This is……

A large number of mushrooms were quickly collected by different categories. Just when he was about to get up, the corner of his eye accidentally swept across the grass not far away, and a flash of red light flashed. Driven by curiosity, Ling Jingxuan turned around and cautiously. Pushing aside the grass, an umbrella-shaped mushroom the size of a fist and red like blood suddenly appeared. Looking at the color that seemed to have been soaked in blood, Ling Jingxuan was excited and cut off a piece of clothing with the sickle in his hand without even thinking about it. cloth, carefully wrapping the mushrooms before digging out the roots.

Although he didn't know the name of this mushroom, judging from its crimson color and the barrenness within a few centimeters around it, it was definitely highly poisonous and was the best choice for poisoning.

Little bun, we're going back.

Wrapping the red mushrooms in his arms alone, Ling Jingxuan cut a few pieces of cloth to wrap the medicinal herbs, edible mushrooms and inedible mushrooms before getting up and walking towards the small bun sitting on the ground not far away. The bamboo basket was full, and it was all over the top. Thinking of Dabaozi's money slave temperament, Ling Jingxuan couldn't help shaking his head, guessing that if he couldn't turn those wild grapes into money, Dabaozi would have to kill his relatives righteously, which would be nerve-racking. Ah, if there is a chance, I have to help him correct it.

Dad, didn't you say you want to help the second uncle pick fruit?

Greed for money is greedy for money, he has not forgotten the business.

Hehe... isn't it over there? You wait for me.

He pointed to a wild pear tree about ten meters away. Ling Jingxuan put down the package and walked over with the sickle. He noticed the existence of the wild pear tree as soon as he came to this forest full of wild fruits. Ling Jinghan's illness was actually It is modern pulmonary tuberculosis, and it is not very serious, at least there is no symptoms of seeing blood, the main reason why he cannot go to bed, the main reason is that he is too young to contract the disease, and he has not received effective treatment. The treatment of early stage tuberculosis is very simple. You can drink the water of Sydney stewed with rock sugar according to three meals a day, but after the water is simmered, it must be effective overnight, and then supplemented with some anti-inflammatory and phlegm-relieving Chinese medicine, it can be cured in at most half a month.

There is definitely no such thing as Sydney in this era, but wild pears can also do it. In addition, the air here is good, and the taste of the wild fruits produced is purer, and the effect should be better than Sydney. As for rock candy,

Go to the town to ask another day, if not, he can only cook it himself, although it is more troublesome.

After picking four or five big pears, Ling Jingxuan thought about it and cut off a branch. When he went back, he did not forget to cut a few wild grape branches. Their yard was too empty. Get it back and plug it in.

Father, what kind of fruit is this? It smells so good.

Pi Dian Dian took the fruit, the little bun took a deep breath, the corners of his mouth showed traces of saliva, the big bun hurriedly grabbed the fruit: This is the second uncle's medicine lead, you have to eat it and we will pick it next time.

Saying that, the big bun rolled up the hem of the clothes, tied a knot at the waist, and pocketed all the big pears inside.

People know, just ask.

The little bun pouted aggrievedly, but he didn't say he wanted to eat it.

Okay, we...

Bump...

Ouch...

Ling Jingxuan was about to say that he should go back today, when a terrifying loud noise suddenly came from the depths of the jungle, which was mixed with an indistinguishable hissing noise. The father and son were all shocked. The fruit was fruitless, both of them hugged Ling Jingxuan's thighs in horror, their faces were full of scarlet fear, and their small body was trembling.

Don't be afraid, Daddy, go take a look.

Feeling their fear, Ling Jingxuan patted their heads soothingly, and picked up the sickle he had just put down. If he guessed correctly, the cry should be láng, and it was an adult láng, his heart sank. For the first time, he sincerely hoped that he guessed wrong. If he was alone, even if his physical condition was not good, it would not be difficult to avoid a láng's attack with the ability of his previous life, but now, he really has no confidence. He was able to keep the three of them unscathed under his mouth.

Father...don't go.

Dad, I'm afraid...

The two steamed buns held him from left to right, their big eyes full of tears, but they both held back their tacit understanding and did not dare to really cry. Ling Jingxuan, who looked back at this scene, felt tight, and hugged them gently. Don't be afraid, Daddy will protect you, have you forgotten that Daddy knows martial arts?

But that's a wild shòu, what if... if something happens to daddy, what should we do?

At this moment, the always mature and sensible bun finally showed the fear and fear that a five-year-old child should have. Ling Jingxuan didn't mention how distressed he was. He would rather let him be a son and scold him every day than see him like this.

Okay, don't cry, let's go before láng comes.

This is obviously not a good place to slowly appease them. Ling Jingxuan kissed their cheeks in distress and turned around to prepare to carry the bamboo basket.

bump……

Ah, wow... Dad, I'm afraid...

Ah... Dad...

But, God seemed to be playing with them. Before he could stand up, a blood-stained body rolled down from the sky and rolled to their feet. The two buns couldn't bear it any longer, hugging his legs and wailing. Crying, Ling Jingxuan had to put down the bamboo basket again, hugging their distressed comfort: Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Daddy is here.

Over their shoulders, her eyes suddenly turned cold towards the bloody man lying not far away. From his slightly undulating back, it is not difficult to see that he should not be dead. As for the injury, it has nothing to do with him. The life and death of others , He is not interested to know that his temperament has not changed in the slightest from the past life to this life. He is not the person he cares about. Even if he dies in front of him, he will not show any sympathy, because he has seen Too many deaths, my heart is already numb!