Farming Happiness: Husband, Come and Plough the Fields

In the twilight, there is a faint layer of mist on the medicine mountain, and the breeze blows, and the fragrance of herbs is wafting.

As the name suggests, Yaoshan Mountain is surrounded by thorns, and there is only one path leading to the back mountain.

"Miss, I will carry you up."

The path is winding, and if you are not careful, your clothes will be stained by thorns. Li Haitang didn't pay attention, and the barbs on the jujube trees on both sides pricked a drop of blood on the belly of his finger.

Seeing this, Xiao Lingchuan was so distressed that he quickly put his wife's finger in his mouth and sucked it gently.

"Husband, I don't hurt."

Li Haitang chuckled, then obediently lay on Xiao Lingchuan's broad back, and said, "Every time I go down the mountain, I feel very kind."

Perhaps because of the fledgling plot, she always felt that her real home was located deep in the mountains of Lijia Village, and she had a special sense of belonging, so she fell in love with her house.

With the cool breeze blowing by their ears, the couple ran all the way to the back mountain. Halfway up the mountain, Li Haitang saw several small wooden houses.

There is a warm kang in the wooden house, on which there is a box for bedding, a stove, water, and some rice noodles, which is full of warmth.

"This is the wooden house left by the herb pickers."

Xiao Lingchuan explained to his wife. If it is rainy and cloudy in the mountains, it is easy to get lost. In rainy days, the road is slippery and the mountain road is steep, let alone going down the mountain.

The herb pickers build log cabins, and they stay there overnight in bad weather.

It is the eighth month of the lunar calendar, and many medicinal materials are ripe in the mountains. Forsythia, cassia, bellflower and dogwood can be seen along the way.

Li Haitang picked the ones that were ready to be processed, picked them and put them in the cloth bag, and within half an hour, they were full.

Along the way, wild grapes, jujubes, and a red sour fruit taste similar to lemons, but they are sweet and sour.

At home, Xiao Lingchuan used to mash the wild fruit and sprinkle the juice on the pheasant to make the chicken more tender and special.

"Husband, look!"

Li Haitang clasped his palms together and patted the dirt on his hands. She didn't pay attention to it just now, but now she realized that there was a large natural gap between the two mountains in front of her.

The gap is similar to a cave, but it is a transparent place. What interested her was that the gap just formed a "heart" shape.

It would be great if there is a camera, take a picture below as a souvenir, the meaning is very good.

Li Haitang looked at a small tree next to him and immediately had an idea.

"Husband, it's a velvet flower tree, and it has another name, Hehuan."

At this moment, it has come to the fruit period of Albizia juliensis, and there are long pods without cracks growing on it.

The bark, stems, leaves, and flowers of Albizia Julibrissinus can be used as medicine, which can relieve depression and calm the nerves. It has miraculous effects in treating traumatic injuries, stroke contractures and other diseases.

Li Haitang is a half-assed in Chinese medicine, all thanks to the doctors who communicated with her, and the atlas of herbal medicine she bought also introduced the silk tree in detail.

"Hehuan, a good name."

Xiao Lingchuan thought of something, but he didn't say it.

He lived alone in the mountains all year round, so he had a basic understanding of common herbal medicines. Albizia juliensis is special, in addition to its own medicinal properties, it can also cause miscarriage in women.

On the way of walking the darts, he accidentally heard the old nuns of two rich families conspiring to kill someone, using the bark of the silk tree, and within a few days, news came that the victim had miscarried.

"Husband, we dug out the acacia tree and planted it in the gap between the mountains."

The sun was setting, and the sky was gray, and in half an hour, it would be time to hold the lanterns.

Li Haitang enthusiastically suggested that the names of the two people are engraved on the silk tree, so that they can come back to see it later, which is of commemorative significance.

"If we don't have a chance to come again, we will tell our children to come and see the silk tree when they get married."

There was a marriage tree in Yuelao Temple, so she followed suit and transplanted an acacia tree.

"Okay, I'll do these."

Xiao Lingchuan has always been responsive to his wife's requests. He squatted down and dug the hole with his bare hands, trying to keep the roots of the tree intact.

The whole process took half an hour, and it was already dark.

The top was covered by rocks, leaving only a small gap. Xiao Lingchuan made a fire note, and the couple solemnly engraved their names.

A pair of people for a lifetime, hold the hand of the son, and grow old together with the son.

The couple were about to go down the mountain, when a white-haired old man walked by the side of the gap. The old man's hair, eyebrows, and beard were all white, but his skin was a little pink, which looked different from ordinary people.

The old man was startled when he saw the two, subconsciously hid behind the big tree with his head in his arms, poked his head out from behind the tree, and carefully watched the couple's movements.

Xiao Lingchuan was expressionless, and Li Haitang didn't show any emotion because of the old man's appearance.

Before coming here, the buddy said that she might meet a white-haired weirdo in Yaoshan, and she was mentally prepared.

Judging by the old man's hair, skin color and appearance, he is not a weird person, he just has albinism.

Before time travel, there is no effective treatment for this disease, and it can only reduce the damage caused by light to the skin and eyeballs.

Here, this disease mainly comes from gene mutation and inheritance, and it does not affect life expectancy. Li Haitang still remembers that a little girl from abroad got albinism, but instead, she had a group of fans and became an Internet celebrity.

One white covers one hundred ugliness, how many celebrities have received whitening injections and used various cosmetics for their skin to be white, but here, the elderly are rejected by the common people and regarded as aliens.

Thinking about Lin Wanjiu’s youngest daughter being treated as a monster in Lin’s Village, she was almost burned to death because of her six fingers. It’s no wonder that the old man has to live in the mountains.

"Did I meet a fairy sent from the sky?"

The old man had a dream last night, dreaming that a fairy came to help them, and the people in the village finally dared to go out openly, instead of hiding in the corner like a mouse.

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became. After dinner, he couldn't help but take a walk in the mountains.

At this time, the herb collector had already gone down the mountain, so he didn't have to worry about scaring others.

Under the acacia tree, a man and a woman stood. The man was dressed in black, his face could not be seen clearly, he was tall and his black hair was flying in the wind, while the woman was leaning against the man's side, the two looked at each other, silent.

The old man has never seen such a person before, they are very compatible, and he is not afraid of him, it must be the same as his dream, the gods came to save them!

"I beg the gods to save us!"

The old man immediately fell to his knees and kowtowed reverently. While kowtowing, he told his grievances for many years.

He has reached his sixtieth year, and as long as he can remember, he has lived in the mountains and lived in the strange eyes of others.

The surrounding herb collectors all know that there is a strange village above the Herb Mountain, and they are what the common people call "monsters."

Li Haitang was stunned, it turned out that it wasn't just the old man who got albinism, but a whole village.

The wish of the villagers for many years is to take a walk on the street and feel the prosperity outside. There are old people in the village who have lived for decades and have never left Yaoshan.