Every time I wear it quickly, there are always big guys giving it away.

"Have you noticed? Our host really loves to learn new things!" A fan watched the host carrying a bamboo basket and following behind a white-haired old man.

Both of them held iron pickaxes in their hands and carefully searched for herbs in the mountains and forests.

“Great minds think alike—I’ve also discovered that not long after I got the hang of making fire, the anchor couldn’t sit still again!”

He found that when the anchor was resting, he always liked to follow the village barefoot doctor into the deep mountains and forests.

Sometimes you gain a lot, sometimes you return empty-handed.

"What you said above is not right. When has our anchor ever been idle?"

"That's right, I made a slip of the tongue, hehe, sorry!"

One fan expressed concern, "But are the barefoot doctors in the village good enough? Don't mislead the students!"

"What do you mean by misleading young people? When I was a child, I was also treated by the barefoot doctor in the village, and I am still alive and well now!"

"Please be quiet, both of you. I think the score depends on the person. Some are miraculous doctors who live in seclusion in the mountains, and some are indeed mediocre doctors!"

"Didn't you notice that the host would look through the Chinese herbal medicine encyclopedia at night? I think the people above are worrying too much. The host must have his own considerations."

"Besides, I think there's nothing wrong in learning more. It might come in handy in case something happens!"

"Pfft, ptff, ptff, the host won't let that happen! Please watch your choice of words upstairs!"

"I was wrong - sorry -" the fan who made the slip of the tongue immediately bowed his head and admitted his mistake.

Chen Jia followed Doctor Fang in wandering through the mountains and forests and gained a lot of knowledge. He could not recognize all the herbs in one or two attempts.

At most, she is an assistant.

Sometimes, he could also serve as a laborer for Doctor Fang.

Doctor Fang was simply exploiting her like an apprentice. Why was she feeling a little tortured?

After coming back, Song Xiaoyu helped Aunt Wang in the kitchen.

The road was slippery due to the rain and Aunt Wang accidentally sprained her ankle, making it difficult for her to move.

Song Xiaoyu just treated it as an errand and followed Aunt Wang's instructions to complete all the preparations for lunch.

It’s not easy!

Song Xiaoyu was still frightened and carried the large iron plate with the dishes to a wooden table outside the kitchen door.

Iron plates were lined up in a row, and at the feet there was a large bucket of steamed rice, emitting sweet hot steam.

The students brought their own lunch boxes, rinsed them next to the water pump, lined up to get their meals, and took them back to the classroom to eat.

There are also some people who don’t like to eat at the table and sit directly on the steps.

Basking in the warm sun, I sipped my soup contentedly and ate my rice happily.

Chen Jia and other three always wait until all the students have finished their meals before going to get their meals.

In winter, food cools down quickly and loses its original flavor by the time it reaches your mouth.

Chen Jia and the others didn't mind the loss of taste as long as they could eat their fill.

There are only two teachers in the village, and they are responsible for teaching almost all the courses in the entire school. It’s a lot of work!

If you don’t eat enough, you won’t have the energy to teach in the afternoon.

The old principal is not completely retired. He can still guard the school gate, maintain the cleanliness of the campus, and be in charge of one or two extra classes for the children. It's not very laborious.

……

"Teacher Chen, this is what my grandfather asked me to give you!"

Wang Xiaohu ran over like a little top, took out something from behind, and quickly stuffed it into Chen Jia's hand.

"Xiao Hu, you are too anxious. If I fail to hold it, your grandfather's efforts will be wasted!" Chen Jia reluctantly took the thing in his hand.

Looking closely, I found that it was a purely handmade rattan pomegranate-shaped storage box, small, exquisite, pretty and lovely.

It is very suitable to be placed on a desk or dressing table, like a delicate work of art!

"Teacher Chen, you must accept it. If you don't, my grandfather will definitely scold me!" Wang Xiaohu shouted as he ran away.

"Thank your grandpa for me--" Chen Jia shouted at him.

Wang Xiaohu waved his hand to indicate that he heard it.

Last weekend, Wang Xiaohu's grandfather suddenly fell ill. Wang Xiaohu rushed to the school, found Chen Jia, and drove a small truck to take him to the county hospital, where he was saved.

It was Chen Jia who also paid for the medical expenses. Given the poor situation of the grandfather and grandson, they probably could not afford to pay it back.

It was Chen Jia who sent Wang Xiaohu's grandfather home after he was discharged from the hospital, and she did not ask them for medical expenses.

Wang Xiaohu's grandfather felt very uncomfortable, so whenever he made something interesting, he would always ask Xiaohu to deliver the best one to him.

Chen Jia and her roommates’ dormitory is filled with a variety of interesting rattan products.

Just look at it, when the show started, sharp-eyed fans noticed these cute little gadgets and clamored to buy them.

"…This was sent by Wang Xiaohu's grandfather. He is very good at weaving rattan."

Chen Jia explained how the extra handmade works in the house came from, which aroused greater desire among fans.

"I don't care, I don't care, you have to deliver it to my home within three days!"

"I want me too!"

"Wang Xiaohu's grandfather's craftsmanship has been buried. Please send the link to me immediately. We can't let such a skilled craftsman be buried—"

"Upstairs, you have already calculated everything for me..."

"That's right, I can hear you using the abacus right here!"

The fans fully demonstrated their unreasonable spirit and asked Chen Jia to ask Wang Xiaohu's grandfather whether he was willing to accept the customization.

Chen Jia had no way to deal with this group of noisy fans, so she actually went to Wang Xiaohu’s grandfather’s place on the weekend to ask him.

"Hey, how much is it worth? How much do you want? I'll make it for you!" Wang Xiaohu's grandfather waved his hand and generously indicated that he would take care of the job!

Chen Jia shook her head and said, "Grandpa Wang, the fans have a huge demand, and they want it customized. Here's what I thought. We can charge according to the size of the customized item. This way, you and Xiaohu can both earn a little more."

Wang Xiaohu's grandfather stopped saying no and his eyes lit up when he heard the words "increase income".

"Can it really be sold?" he asked.

"Really." Chen Jia told him affirmatively, "If the things you make are exquisite and of good quality, your fans will definitely come to you often, and then you will have a lot of repeat customers."

"That means I can sell the things I weave at home?" Wang Xiaohu's grandfather began to dream. "Then Xiaohu's life will be better..."

"What if I can't sell it..." Before even starting, Wang Xiaohu's grandfather began to worry about the lack of business.

"No, and we are in the form of reservation. Buyers need to pay a certain deposit in advance. The requirements are reasonable before they will take over the house and then make it..."

Chen Jia patiently explained it to Wang Xiaohu's grandfather two or three times, but Wang Xiaohu's grandfather still seemed to understand.

He waved his hand. "I'm old, and I don't understand what you're saying. I believe in Teacher Chen. As long as there's money to be made, it doesn't matter how much."

The old man smiled with satisfaction, full of trust in Chen Jia.