The mountain behind Dawang Village is shrouded in mist all year round, and the old people always say that a strange goddess lives there. She hums a strange tune when identifying medicinal herbs, and she can tell the effects by running her fingertips over the leaves. But those with evil intentions could not even find a trace of her halfway up the mountain.
He Landou was a poor time-traveler. On the first day of time-travel, he stood there and stared at the dense forest in a daze. I kept thinking about how to die with dignity. And for some reason, she has no system, no space, and no spiritual spring. She has a weird skill. Whenever she is confused about unknown things, her mouth will automatically sing: You treat it as grass, but it is a treasure in the mountain...
After that, her off-key singing often sounded in the mountains and forests. Passing by a wet rock wall, a song rang out, and she picked off the rockweed on the rock wall, which is a good medicine for diuresis and sore throat. When she opened the reeds by the stream and sang the tune, she recognized the plantain hidden deep in the rock wall, which is specially designed to treat hot and astringent pain.
Relying on her unique "Medicinal Song", she cured the villagers' dysentery and cold. In her spare time, she would hum songs and look for purslane and bracken on the hillside to make meals, and go to the bamboo forest to dig fresh spring bamboo shoots. Carrying a bamboo basket on my back, I hummed little songs and walked through the mountains and forests, collecting herbs and growing vegetables. My days were dull and comfortable.
Reader comments
As long as the author never abandons him, he is a good author. I hope the heroine is not the Virgin Mary!
As long as the author never abandons him, he is a good author. I hope the heroine is not the Virgin Mary!