The mountains and forests in the sixth month of the lunar calendar are the time when nature gives the greatest gift to mankind. Jiang Xiaoqi carried a basket full of gifts on his back, holding a sickle in his right hand and a section of Polygonum multiflorum in his left hand. He walked nimbly down the mountain and walked under a big tree not far from the village. Jiang Xiaoqi found a clean place. He sat down and leaned on his back, and began to peel Polygonum multiflorum. Halfway through, he took a bite. The sweet and moist taste made Jiang Xiaoqi sigh with enjoyment, "If you rely on the mountains, you can eat the mountains, if you rely on the sea, you can eat the sea. If you understand the medicinal materials..." "If you understand the medicinal materials, you can eat delicious food. If you don't understand it, you will kill yourself." A smiling voice came from behind the tree. Jiang Xiaoqi was so frightened that he threw away the Polygonum multiflorum and clenched the sickle with both hands.
