Shen Yingxue was unwilling to hand over the prescription, which completely angered the Zhou family. Zhou's mother yelled at her.
"Shameless bitch, your old Shen family is so poor, but I didn't even dislike you and let you in. You don't know how to be grateful. Forget it. Now I ask you to help the family make money and you refuse. Anzi, look at it, this is why you want to die. If you want to live, you have to marry a wife back home. I originally advised you not to let this bitch come in, but you refused to listen. Now you have forced us, Ayuan, to be my concubine..."
"Mom, I didn't know she would be like this."
Zhou Shui'an's eyes were as cold as ice when he looked at her, and all he said was that he regretted marrying her. Shen Yingxue's already disappointed heart became even more uncomfortable, and her face was as white as paper.
From that day on, the attitude of the Zhou family completely changed. Not only did Zhou Shui'an not stay in her room, he was not even willing to talk to her. His face turned cold when he saw her, and even Zhou Ling couldn't get his smile. .
"Mom, did I make daddy angry?"
Zhou Ling could feel that the atmosphere at home was abnormal. Although her grandmother often scolded her in the past, her father would help her talk. Now even his father is unwilling to pay attention to her.
"No, it was mother who did something wrong that made your father angry." Shen Yingxue didn't know what to say to her daughter. She didn't feel that she had done anything wrong, but her daughter was indeed implicated by her. This was what made her the most painful. .
Before, she insisted on coming back. Apart from not ending her love for Zhou Shui'an, she just didn't want her daughter to be unloved by her parents. But as she came back, the smiles on her daughter's face became less and less, and Shen Yingxue was heartbroken.
"Then I'll stay with mom and wait for dad to calm down."
"good."
The Shen family still didn't know that Shen Yingxue and her daughter had suffered cold violence at the Zhou family. Taking advantage of the good weather, Jiang Miao and Mrs. Zhang went up the mountain to pick fruits.
Everyone in Qingquan Village knew that she had bought half of the mountain, and no one came to cut firewood. The two of them were the only ones along the way, so it was quiet.
It was already October, and all the leaves on the mountains had turned yellow and fallen. Jiang Miao also took off her light summer clothes and put on autumn clothes. The two of them each carried a bamboo basket and walked up the mountain.
When they reached the mountain, they parted ways, and Mrs. Zhang went to pick hawthorns. Recently, the snack shop has been selling hawthorn products very well. Not only candied haws and sugar snowballs, but also hawthorn slices and jam are in short supply. Mrs. Zhang has long wanted to pick all the fruits on the mountain.
Jiang Miao carried a bamboo basket on her back to pick peppers. She had specially saved a few peppers in the summer to make seeds. Now the branches were covered with red peppers. Jiang Miao picked them all. She was used to the taste of peppers and she never ate them again. There is no food that is clear and watery, so these seeds will be planted in a piece of land next year.
After picking the peppers, Jiang Miao was ready to meet Mrs. Zhang.
The sky in autumn is as blue as white, with large clouds dotted on the horizon, golden leaves covering the mountains, and the air filled with the fragrance of osmanthus and fruits. Jiang Miao closed her eyes slightly, took a deep breath, and her whole body was intoxicated. In the embrace of nature. If she was asked to say what was better in ancient times than in modern times, it would be the fresh and natural air.
Jiang Miao was in a cheerful mood and picked more than half of the basket of sweet-scented osmanthus, just in time to go home and make sweet-scented osmanthus cakes to eat. She had made this twice before and many customers were still thinking about it, so she would pick more this time if she had the chance.
She was so happy picking the basket, but when she was carrying the basket, she got up too quickly and fell to the ground. She hit a "stone" in her hand and it hurt. Jiang Miao frowned and was about to throw the "stone" aside, but when she saw clearly Jiang Miao almost laughed when she asked what it was.
"Sweet potato, it's actually a sweet potato!"
Jiang Miao hugged it and smiled from ear to ear. Sweet potatoes, a crop that would only appear after the Ming Dynasty, she found on the mountain of Qingquan Village. Jiang Miao believed her original deduction more and more. This imaginary world in the book,
Modern vegetable crops may all be found, but no one has discovered them yet.
Sweet potatoes grow in patches, and the green sweet potato seedlings are still more conspicuous among the piles of withered yellow leaves. She didn't bring a shovel and had to pull them out with her hands. Even though she was almost dead, she could only pull out a small piece.
Jiang Miao sat down and rested for a while, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and picked up all the sweet potatoes on the ground. These wild sweet potatoes were not big in size, and they had red skin and yellow hearts. They didn't know how they tasted.
She took a small one and wiped the mud off the surface with a handkerchief. Jiang Miao didn't mind it being dirty, so she put it in her mouth and took a bite. The flesh was sweet and not astringent at all. It was even more delicious than modern sweet potatoes.
Miao's eyes lit up as she looked at it, she really found a treasure this time.
She didn't care about resting anymore. She put all the sweet potatoes she pulled out into a basket and carried it to Mrs. Zhang. The basket weighed more than ten kilograms. Jiang Miao was bent over under the pressure, but she didn't feel tired at all. She just wanted to
Go home quickly.
Mrs. Zhang was startled when she saw her and hurried up to help pick her up.
"What are you carrying on your back? It's as heavy as a stone egg!"
"This is a sweet potato. Like potatoes, it can be used as a vegetable or as a staple food."
"Really?" Mrs. Zhang had long been impressed by the charm of potatoes, and now she was also very surprised to see sweet potatoes.
"Don't tell me, these sweet potatoes look very similar to potatoes," they both look like stone eggs.
Although Mrs. Zhang didn't finish her words, Jiang Miao heard her voice-over. In fact, she couldn't blame Mrs. Zhang for judging "things" by their appearance. After all, potatoes and sweet potatoes were both inconspicuous in appearance, and you wouldn't notice them unless you tasted them.
"Mom, let's go back first. We have to dig out the remaining sweet potatoes with a shovel."
Although Jiang Miao knew that the villagers would not go up the mountain and they did not know sweet potatoes, she still felt uneasy about leaving the sweet potatoes here. She felt at ease after taking the treasure home.
The two of them walked a stick of incense faster than usual for half an hour. When they got back to Shen's house, Jiang Miao's waist was about to break. Mrs. Zhang called out to Father Shen as soon as she walked in.
"Old man, hurry up and get the shovel and basket and follow me to the mountain. Miaoya has found something good again!"
Father Shen was squatting in the corner smoking a cigarette. When he heard Mrs. Zhang's words, he stood up immediately.
"What good stuff?"
"Sweet potatoes are as delicious as potatoes. Let's go!"
Mrs. Zhang was very fickle in her work. She would pick up a guy and leave immediately. Jiang Miao wanted to follow but she refused.
"You have tender arms and legs, so don't cause trouble. I'll just go with your father!"
Jiang Miao didn't insist. Fortunately, she told Mrs. Zhang about the location and appearance of the sweet potato, so she could find it without following them.
Jiang Miao rested for a while, then began to wash the sweet potatoes, peel them and cut them into pieces. A bunch of recipes appeared in Jiang Miao's mind.
Sweet potato balls, shredded sweet potatoes, sweet potato pie, sweet potato cakes, sweet potato chips, and her favorite vermicelli. She was used to eating sweet and soft snacks, and she missed the hot and sour noodles.
Jiang Miao looked at the pile of sweet potatoes in front of her and had an idea.
