In the sixth lunar month, the mountain forests offer humanity nature's greatest bounty. Jiang Xiaoqi walked nimbly down the mountain with a basket overflowing with gifts from the land on his back, a sickle in his right hand and a section of fleeceflower root in his left. Beneath a large tree not far from the village, he found a clean spot, sat down, leaned back against his basket, and began peeling the root. Halfway through, he took a bite. Its sweet, refreshing taste made Jiang Xiaoqi sigh with pleasure. “Live off the mountains if you live by the mountains, and off the sea if you live by the sea. Know your herbs...”
“Know your herbs and you eat well. Half-know them and you'll eat yourself to death.” A voice, full of amusement, came from behind the tree. Jiang Xiaoqi was so startled that he dropped the root and gripped his sickle with both hands.
