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This attracted villagers to compete to pick the fruits, and every bit of harvest carried the hope for a better life.

Ran He was not conspicuous in the crowd, and her whereabouts did not attract much attention.

Some people pass by in a hurry and turn a blind eye; but those friends who treat each other sincerely, such as Zhu Cuihua, will nod and greet each other warmly. The friendship between them is tacitly understood without much words.

As for those gossipers who are used to gossiping, they naturally can't help but point fingers at a brave and independent woman like Ran He.

In particular, her courage to challenge traditional constraints and her clash of ideas with her mother-in-law's caused them to talk about her in private and even regard her as an outlier.

But Ran He's steps never stopped because of this. She still walked firmly on the path she had chosen, striding towards a broader world.

"Goudan, how many have you picked?"

Ran He walked lightly to the side of Little Dogdan in the morning light and gently touched (stroked) the child's head. That action was full of the love and care of an elder.

In the basket, mushrooms are crowded together, tender and juicy, as if they have just awakened from the embrace of the morning light. Every dewdrop tells the secret and vitality of the morning.

Xiao Gou Dan raised his young face, sweat running down his cheeks.

But the determination and satisfaction in his eyes did not diminish at all: "Auntie, I have picked a full basket. I will send this basket home first and come back to pick more."

For him, compared to the fishing life where he has to compete with fish in the river, picking mushrooms seems both peaceful and full of fun. This job that Ran He found for him makes him feel particularly satisfied and cherished.

While his peers like Dabao were enjoying a carefree childhood, Xiaogoudan had already shouldered the burden of the family. Ran He saw this and couldn't help feeling a pang of sadness in his heart, filled with pity for this precocious boy.

"Good boy, just send him back to your aunt's yard. Don't overwork yourself. Take care of yourself. It's hot this time. Don't get yourself a heat stroke."

Ran He's words were as delicate as silk, full of care and concern for Xiao Gou Dan. His words were like a clear spring in summer, refreshing.

"Hey, big sister, I'll remember it, don't worry!"

Xiao Gou Dan gave a simple smile and agreed readily.

After watching the figure of Xiao Gou Dan going away, Ran He picked up her small shovel and went deep into the forest alone to look for the precious herbs.

Interestingly, it seemed as if nature was playing a joke on her. The more mushrooms grew in an area, the rarer the herbs became, forcing her to move to another place.

After searching for a while, she finally found the cool place she had been looking forward to in a small corner covered by the shade of a tree. Just as she was about to bend down to dig, she unexpectedly met a group of village women passing by, led by the village chief's wife. They saw Ran He digging the ground with her head down, and their curiosity was instantly ignited.

"Hey, isn't this Ran He? Isn't there enough meat at home? Why are you here to dig wild vegetables yourself?"

There was confusion in their words. It was obvious that they failed to distinguish the similarities and differences between wild vegetables and herbs, and thus confused the concepts.

Ran He responded with a faint smile, but there was a hint of self-mockery in his tone: "Change the taste. There are a lot of mushrooms and fungus in the mountains recently. They have a unique flavor when fried."

Between the lines, it is not difficult to detect a hint of helpless counterattack against outside misunderstandings.

Despite this, as the wife of the village chief, who has prestige in the village, in order to maintain her relationship with the villagers, she did not pursue the verbal confrontation with Ran He, but secretly took note of the matter and planned to reveal it to her husband when she returned home.

Just as the village chief had predicted many years ago, Ran He's life as a woman supporting a family independently is indeed not easy, and this situation is the best proof of this.

Those women soon dispersed, leaving Ran He with a rare moment of peace.

She once again immersed herself in the busy work of digging herbs. She carefully dug each herb with the soil and roots, so that they could be transplanted in her secret space in the future. This would allow the herbs to grow faster, and the accumulation of years would make them more precious.

As the sun gradually rose higher, she put away the shovel and prepared to leave. An unintentional breeze blew by, and among the swaying shadows of the trees, a leaf with a light blue pattern swayed gently, instantly attracting Ran He's attention.

He was secretly delighted, thinking that this seemed to be the precious Dongxing grass recorded in the prescription.

Previously, because the medicinal materials were not complete enough, she had always worried that the efficacy of the medicated diet would be compromised, so she tried it on Goudan’s mother first, intending to adjust the recipe and add more ingredients based on the results.

Today's unexpected discovery made her believe that other herbs needed for the prescription would follow.

She carefully dug out a whole plant of Dongxing grass, and transplanted it into the fertile black soil in the space along with other herbs collected in the basket. She also collected a dozen more plants, intending to send them to the clinic, using these gifts from nature to exchange for the family's living needs.

This unexpected surprise added a touch of hope to her ordinary daily life.

Wu Kaifu thought for a moment, thinking to himself, Mo Changfeng's family is prominent, and he might have already prepared all kinds of precious medicinal materials to nourish his body. If he acted without asking, wouldn't it be redundant and superfluous? He thought about it and decided to ask a question frankly: "You mean the medicinal food? Let me verify it first."

Although these words sounded a little uncertain, in fact, they were not a questioning of Ran He's cooking skills. Instead, driven by the professional ethics of a doctor, Wu Kaifu consciously took on the responsibility of checking in advance any supplements that were about to enter Mo Changfeng's body.

Ran He lightly took out the bowl of carefully prepared medicinal food from the bamboo basket on her back as if she were holding a rare treasure.

Even though the road was bumpy, the soup in the bowl did not spill at all, and was maintained at just the right temperature and with a fragrant aroma.

Wu Kaifu took a sip, and instantly, a fresh breath seemed to flow slowly from the tip of his tongue, soaking into his limbs and bones. The fatigue accumulated from staying up late to prepare medicines in recent days seemed to be gently dissolved by this mouthful of medicinal food, and he felt refreshed, as if he was reborn.

"This medicinal food is not simple. The preparation must be unique. Ran He, can you tell me something?"

When asking this question, Wu Kaifu immediately realized his mistake. After all, every exclusive secret recipe is the result of hard work, so how could he ask about it so easily?

Ran He saw his embarrassed expression, but smiled generously and said gently: "Director Xu is too polite, it's just some superficial attempts, not worth mentioning. You can leave the medicinal food to Mr. Mo, I will take you in now."

Stepping into the inner room, I saw that Mo Changfeng's mental outlook had improved greatly. Not only was he able to sit comfortably on the soft couch and play chess with Meng Changfeng, but the scene was so harmonious that if you didn't look closely at the sickly paleness still on his face, it would be almost impossible to tell that this noble young man was seriously ill and was no different from an ordinary person.