Traveling through troubled times to escape famine and cultivate crops as a grain merchant

Chapter 227 Nothing Good



Chapter 227 Nothing Good

He jumped down with satisfaction, picked up the bag and went around picking wild mushrooms.

The faint fragrance of the orchid in the bag in front of her made her feel a little dizzy. It was so fragrant that she felt like she was surrounded by flowers.

"Guoguo, let's go to the next mountain." Zhou Mai shouted in front.

"Hey, here I come." She joined the two men carrying the bag.

Before they even got close, the two of them started to sniffle. Zhou Dacang looked around and said, "Ah, what is that? It smells so good."

Zhou Mai shook his head. "I don't know. It seems to be the scent of some flower. This smell is familiar. I seem to have smelled it somewhere before."

Zhou Guo approached with a scent on his body and said to the two of them, "Let's go."

"Hey, wait, wait, just wait a minute." Zhou Dacang grabbed her and sniffed her body suspiciously.

Zhou Mai also leaned in to smell it.

Like two dogs.

Zhou Guo had no choice but to take off the bag in front of him and hold it farther away.

"No, no, what's that smell so good on you? You said you went to pick flowers, where are the flowers? Let me see, this flower smells so good!"

Zhou Dacang closed his eyes and took a few breaths, and felt his whole body and mind relaxed.

Zhou Mai nodded, "This flower smells good, let's pick some and plant them in the yard so we can smell them morning and night."

Zhou Dacang clapped his hands and said, "Pay attention to this. Plant it along every corner of the yard. When it blooms, the fragrance will spread ten miles away."

After saying that, he looked at Zhou Guo and said, "Don't just stand there. Take us to have a look. We didn't find any ginseng, and we didn't find any wild mushrooms. We can't go back empty-handed after going into the mountains. It would be nice to take these flowers back and plant them."

Zhou Guo then opened the bag, and a rich fragrance wafted out, "Look, this is the kind of flower."

Zhou Dacang and the other man leaned forward to look inside.

Zhou Dacang saw an orchid and suddenly realized, "I was wondering if the fragrance was familiar. It turned out to be an orchid, but why is the flower bright red? I've never seen it before. Where did you get it?"

Zhou Mai looked at the orchid and said, "This one is really pretty. I must get something pretty to plant when I get back."

Zhou Guo saw that they knew Lan and asked, "Have you met before?"

After asking, I felt that I was asking unnecessary questions. After all, my uncle also went to school for two years, so how could he not know him?

Zhou Dacang looked at her with amusement and said, "Of course I have seen it. We have it in our hometown. When we go to chop wood and pick mushrooms, if we walk far away, we can come across it with a little luck. We dig it up and plant it in the yard. But this flower is not easy to grow. It will die after we plant it. Later, we no longer dig it up when we come across it."

Zhou Mai took the bag and looked down at the flowers inside. He sniffed and said, "We've never seen flowers that smelled this good before. You have to get close to smell the fragrance. Why is this orchid different?"

Zhou Guo said, "Maybe they are different species. They are all wild mushrooms, so why should we rank them? Okay, let's go. We have to go down the hill after we find it. It's getting late."

She took the bag back and slung it in front of her, then walked forward carrying half a bag of wild mushrooms.

Zhou Dacang and Zhou Mai looked at each other, and a raging fire burned in their eyes again. They raised their feet and walked forward. Could it be that there were only a few trees on such a big mountain?

Zhou Guo carried the bag and walked forward. She no longer expected to find ginseng. With those two people around, what else could she find? She lowered her head to look for wild mushrooms and listened to the noises from the other two sides.

A gust of wind blew, and suddenly, with a "pa" sound, something fell to the ground close to her face, just a hair's length away from hitting her head.

Zhou Guo looked down at the ground following the sound, and saw a green fruit smaller than an egg on the thick fallen leaves.

She was stunned and subconsciously looked around the ground carefully. Sure enough, there were some fruits scattered around. Some of them had black and rotten skins. Aren't these walnuts?

Unripe walnuts?

Looking up, the treetops were about 50 to 60 feet high. The forest was gloomy and everything was in black and white and difficult to see clearly.

After searching around on the ground, I found quite a lot of fallen fruits, including walnuts from previous years that had rotted and were left with empty shells.

We found a walnut tree. It was as thick as an adult's waist. Judging from its lush branches and leaves, it must have produced a lot of fruits.

She picked up the fallen fruit, took out a dagger and cut open the green skin on the outside. The green skin had not yet been peeled off. She pinched the shell open with her bare hands and found the flesh inside was white, but still small, and the fruit skin had not been fully filled. She ate a piece and it was tender but bitter.

It takes some time to mature.

I looked up at the big tree, then looked around and found a smaller one, much smaller than this one, but it was obviously bearing a lot of fruits. If they were ripe, maybe they could fill a sack.

Zhou Guo was very happy. Although he didn't find any ginseng in the mountains today, it was still a good harvest.

After today, they might not be able to enter the mountain in a short time. Judging from the situation, it will probably rain today and tomorrow. The well at home must be dried as soon as possible. After the rain stops, they have to plow the land and repair the toilet when they have time.

There are quite a lot of things to do.

He was thinking while working with his head down.

Half an hour later.

This small hilltop was also searched by several people. Zhou Dacang and Zhou Mai found nothing except the two pine mushrooms in their hands. Their eyes were almost blinded in the forest with poor lighting.

Zhou Guo took a look at the pine mushrooms in his hands. Two of them had already bloomed and were a little rotten at the edges. He didn't dislike them. He took them and threw them into the bag, then walked forward, "Let's go."

Zhou Dacang said anxiously, "Hey, the gentleman hasn't come yet, aren't we going to wait for him?"

Zhou Guo said: "Let's go to the front and wait. It's the only way down the mountain. If Master comes out, he will be waiting for us there. If he doesn't come out, we will wait for him there."

Zhou Mai said: "The master disappeared as soon as he came in. I don't know where he went, and I don't know whether he found the ginseng."

How would I know?

Zhou Guo thought to himself, how could it be so easy? Things like this are hard to come by, if you really go into the mountains you can find them, then they are not precious at all. If you run out of money, just go into the mountains to look for ginseng.

When the three of them arrived at the intersection, the old man was already waiting.

"What's the matter, have you found it?" This was the first sentence he asked when he saw them, and he specifically asked Zhou Mai and Zhou Dacang who were behind Zhou Guo.

The little apprentice has always had good luck, so maybe the two brats can really find it if they follow her.

The two men didn't say anything, they just stretched out their hands, empty, nothing.

The old man sighed. As expected, her good luck would not be shared with anyone. It would be the same for everyone.

Zhou Guo asked curiously: "Master, what good things have you found?"

Zhou Dacang and the other man walked out from behind in a flash.

The old man waved his hands. "What good stuff can I find? Just a few rabbits, a few pheasants, a few badgers, a roe deer, and a bunch of wild melons. Nothing good."

Zhou Guo: “…”

Zhou Dacang: “…”

Zhou Mai: “…”


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