Quick Travel: The fishing beauty refuses cannon fodder

Zhao Zhixin went up to the mountains to hunt, so he was naturally well prepared. When he was a child, he liked to shoot birds with a slingshot, and as he grew up, his skills became even more perfect.

He prepared a slingshot and a bag of sharpened pebbles, and began to search around. Generally speaking, as soon as he goes up the mountain, he will gain something six times out of ten.

The mountain behind their village is quite vast, and it is said that wild boars and tigers roam there. Zhao Zhixin didn't dare to go deep. He felt that it was almost done, so he stopped.

He told Shi Rong: "You pick mushrooms here while I look around."

He often did this. He nodded and put down the basket on his back, ready to pick mushrooms.

It had just rained a few days ago, and mushrooms were popping out. Shi Rong ate a big white rabbit and bent over happily. After a while, the basket on his back was filled to the bottom.

"Wait." The system suddenly said.

"Ah!" Shi Rong was immersed in the character design when the system suddenly said this, almost scaring him to death.

He became angry with embarrassment: "What are you doing, Tong'er? People are scary and can scare them to death, don't you know?"

"..."

The system thought that it might as well just ignore this thing, but it smiled coldly: "There is a ginseng nearby, do you want it?"

Shi Rong's expression suddenly became very flattering. If he weren't good-looking, he would be the villain who got slapped in the face in a bloody drama: "I want it! Tong'er, you are my god!"

Oh man.

If Shi Rong hadn't complained to it every day, saying that he was about to starve to death, and that other people's golden fingers were space spiritual springs, etc., it wouldn't have bothered to pay attention to this ugly person.

The system commanded Shi Rong: "Have you seen that crooked-neck tree? Walk two steps towards it, turn left...take three steps...stop! Start digging."

This was Shi Rong's first time digging ginseng. He dug carefully according to the system's instructions, for fear of breaking a strand, which would lead to death?

After digging out the ginseng bit by bit and patting off the soil, Shi Rong's eyes widened: "It's so big! Tong'er, do you know how old it is?"

Get rich! At this moment, Shi Rong had already thought of countless delicacies in his mind. He wants to eat chicken legs, chicken wings, braised pork knuckles... Oooh, he's so hungry for meat.

"Fifty years."

Fifty-year-old ginseng should be sold for several hundred yuan. Shi Rong carefully put away the ginseng, ate a candy, and started picking mushrooms again.

When the basket was mostly filled with mushrooms, there was sudden movement in the forest. When Shi Rong looked up, he saw Zhao Zhixin walking over with a pheasant in his arms, with a proud face on his face.

"Rong Rong, let's eat chicken stewed with mushrooms today!"

Shi Rong was also very proud. He sneakily approached Zhao Zhixin and whispered: "Dad, guess what I picked?"

Zhao Zhixin rolled his eyes. There were only a few precious things on this mountain: "Ganoderma lucidum? Ginseng?"

Shi Rong was proud: "Ginseng!"

When Zhao Zhixin saw it, hey! Shi Wenxiu knew medical skills, and he also had some pharmacological knowledge through his experience. Such a big ginseng must be at least thirty years old, right?

Zhao Zhixin made a decision: "Go back and cut the ginseng into slices and give it to you."

Shi Rong was confused: "Huh?" He is really not that weak! Isn't this all just an act? He thought he and his father had a tacit understanding...

Zhao Zhixin waved his hand: "Let's go down the mountain!"

……

"Sold? How can such a good thing be sold?" Shi Wenxiu's eyes widened and he carefully took the ginseng, "It must be fifty years old. It is a good thing that even money can't buy."

She pondered for a moment, "Cut a strip off, throw it into chicken soup and stew it. There is a saying that if it is weak, it should not be supplemented. The medicine is too powerful and cannot be absorbed easily. This is just right."

"Okay!" Zhao Zhixin glanced at Shi Rong proudly and sneaked into the kitchen to kill the chicken.

Shi Rong pouted depressedly, but he also knew that his parents were doing it for his own good, so he took out most of the candy in his pocket and handed it to Shi Wenxiu.

"Mom, eat candy."

Shi Wenxiu took it and said, "I'll save it for you. Throw one into hot water every morning, and then add some frangipani. It will be nutritious."

Shi Rong's eyes were a little red, and he and Shi Wenxiu acted coquettishly: "Mom... let's eat together!"

Before Shi Wenxiu had time to speak, she heard Zhao Dahua from next door wailing and cursing: "Damn you loser, you bastard, you actually stole the chicken at home..."

Shi Wenxiu and Shi Rong looked at each other, and the two of them moved the small bench up to the wall in unison, raised their ears, and stared at the Wang family yard intently.

Zhao Dahua is a skinny old lady with cloudy eyes and a mean face. She is difficult to get along with at first glance. At this moment, she was slapping her thighs and cursing angrily.

As long as his precious son was not involved, Wang Guohua was still filial. He quickly walked out of the room, "Mom, what's wrong with you? Did you steal the chicken at home?"

Zhao Dahua picked up the broom in the corner and hit Wang Guohua: "Who stole the chicken? That bitch of yours, Wang Yindi! I think she has turned upside down..."

Wang Guohua just let Zhao Dahua beat him: "Mom! Don't be angry. You know, Yindi has always been an honest and filial person. How could he steal your chicken?"

To this day, he still believes in Wang Yindi. Of course, it's not that he has any feelings for Wang Yindi, it's because Wang Yindi not only got full work points, but even took over all the housework for the second room, eating the least and doing the most.

For such a person, if you say that she beats her baby brother and steals the family’s chickens, who would believe it?

But Zhao Dahuaxin, she heard it from Aunt Sun, the gossip next door. It is said that Wang Yindi carried a chicken out of the house early in the morning, and she should not be called...

That's a hen! A good hen that lays an egg every day. In Zhao Dahua's heart, that chicken is more important than this stupid and unfilial second son!

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, and she beat her harder: "Why did Wang Yindi have the guts to steal my chicken? Did you instigate it to make up for your Yaozu?"

Wang Guohua was hurt by the beating and quickly dodged: "Mom, how is it possible? Stop beating, just wait until Yindi comes back and ask if she is okay, Mom..."

Wang Guohua was beaten by Zhao Dahua, and the other rooms looked on, but no one stepped forward to stop him. Even his precious son Wang Yaozu was still clapping his hands in joy.

Shi Wenxiu shook his head, "This son of Wang Guohua is considered useless. Just wait, this son will definitely not be a good thing when he grows up."

Shi Rong nodded seriously.

In the yard, Zhao Dahua waved the broom, which made a tiger look powerful: "I will beat you to death, you are a domestic thief, what kind of thing do you raise, dare to steal my chicken..."

Wang Guohua was running around. Suddenly, he was stunned: "Mom, stop fighting...Wang Yindi?!"