Lingjia Village is surrounded by mountains. Compared to the mysterious Moon Lake Mountains, the Dagong Mountain and Xiaogong Mountain on both sides are more ordinary, and the mountains are also It is not high. When the farmer is idle, the man or woman in the village will go to the mountains to collect wild game and dig wild vegetables. The father and son who entered Dagongshan don’t say herbs along the way. Even the wild vegetables are not seen. In recent years, the court is not stable. The days of the people are not good, the food in the ground is not enough, and the wild vegetables in the mountains naturally cannot escape the fate of being picked.

"Would you like to go to Yuehua Mountain?"

The eyes were all halfway up the mountain, and the bamboo rafts behind them were still empty. At the beginning, Ling Jingxuan, who was full of confidence, was hit hard. He didn’t like to read books in the past life. There is time to play cards in the teahouse opened by the village chief’s house. I was hiding at home to study medical techniques, but the novels and TV dramas that crossed the theme in the 21st century have long been rampant. He still knows a little bit. Others are not the princes who are the emperors, or they are also the scorpions of certain families. If you are not good enough, you will be able to flood your fingers. If you go into a mountain, you can lick the rare objects such as Ganoderma lucidum ginseng. It will not work for the wool to reach him.

Thinking about this, Ling Jingxuan couldn't help but erect the middle finger, and the decisive reality is much more cruel than the TV novel.

"Go to the moon and the mountains? You don't want to die? People in the village say that there are monsters in Yuehuashan, you can't go."

The big buns face a sinking, all kinds of uncomfortable look at him, a pair of you are too long to look like, make Ling Jingxuan powerless and black line touch the nose, this is only a few days, big bun several times Have you taught him? In the end, who are the two of them?

"Oh... oh, it’s dark..."

The other side of the little buns grinned and heartless, the big round eyes flashed five-year-old children should have innocence, Ling Jingxuan bent his fingers and knocked on his head, squatting down and said to the big buns: " What can the villagers say? They all say that I am a monster. Do you think that I am? If you say it again, you don’t go to the mountains, you are strolling at the foot of the mountain. Have you forgotten? I have to give medicine to the second uncle. Treating the disease."

The big buns are smart and precocious. He also likes to treat him as an adult. Seeing that he is hesitant and hesitant, Ling Jingxuan has made persistent efforts: "The treatment of the uncle's illness requires a very expensive fruit. This is not a waste of money. I think about the mountain. There will be no ready-made wild fruits, Xiaowen, you have to think clearly, if we don't try our luck, we can only buy the fish for the money."

As long as he mentioned the money, he believed that the big buns would definitely compromise.

"You don't want to play the idea of ​​the money, it is to be used urgently, let's go."

Sure enough, the big bun guarded him and glanced at him, and he walked in the direction of Yuehuashan.

"Amount...Is there such a defense against your own son?"

Ling Jingxuan took the little buns with his head behind the black line and followed him, Grandma, when he said that he had to move the money? Although it seems that he really thought about it, but let his son do this in person, why not face? He will not admit it if he kills him.

On the half-mountain of Yuehua Mountain, it is surrounded by clouds all the year round. The mountain top is estimated to be snow-covered, but no one has ever been there. On weekdays, the villagers set up traps at the foot of the mountain to dig and dig wild vegetables. On the mountain peak, Ling Jingxuan carried a bamboo pole and took a child with one hand. The father and son walked sweaty into the mountains.

"Hey, look at it, a lot of wild fruits!"

The place where no one is hunting is good. After a while, the exclamation of the little buns excites and excites. Looking at the wild red fruits of the mountains and the mountains, some even Ling Jingxuan can't name them.

"Let's get here almost here. This wild grape tastes good. You pick it here. How much can you pick? I went to see if there are any herbs available."

Using a sickle to cut off the dense grass around the height of half a person, Ling Jingxuan reached out and picked two red wild grapes into his mouth. The ultimate acidity and ultimate sweetness were also rendered in the mouth, tastes better than the 21st century. Those who grafted artificially did not know how many times better.

"Wow, sour, can we not pick this?"

The little buns also learned how he picked up the fruit and threw it into his mouth. The small face wrinkled into a group, and the eyes were full of grievances. The big steamed bun quickly took out the water bag that had been prepared and handed it to him.

"Call your mouth, what are you going to put in your mouth?"

The face is obviously distressed and dying, but the mouth is full of enthusiasm. The big buns are not like the long brother. It is a bit like a father. People who don’t know can’t imagine dreaming. They are twins. In the same year, they still have to end. Only five years old.

"Oh... you pick the kind of black, it’s sweet, but you can’t just pick black!”

Seeing it, Ling Jingxuan’s spoiled cockroach’s head, the use of grapes is so rich, sweet and sour are all useful, he is still pondering the branches and going back to the yard. In the coming year, he may be able to make a fortune. It.

"What are you doing? Why not pick it up?"

Asking him is not a small steamed buns, but a big bun with a distressed face. The little steamed buns are still pouring water in a strong way. Looking at his brows, he is obviously dissatisfied with his family’s decision.

Ling Jingxuan smiled and smiled. The slender Dan Feng slid through a slap in the night: "If I say, I can turn the fruits of those who are sore and dead into a lot of money. Do you want to pick it?"

"Really?!"

The big bun decisively changed the money slave, and the impatient big eyes instantly turned into the shape of copper coins.

"Haha... you, have you gotten into the money?"

Ling Jingxuan couldn't help but laugh loudly, and his fingers poked his head with both helplessness and helplessness.

It’s rare that this big buns didn’t disappoint it. He waved his hand and asked urgently: “Hey, let’s say, can you really turn those sour fruits into money?”

As long as he can make money, he is a sweet fruit and he is willing to eat.

"Of course, you are a child."

Well, thanks to the **** scientific examination system in ancient times, only the high quality of the books is high, and the modern ones are mostly graduated from elementary school. It can be obviously different here.

This is not the case, the child's two words are out, the big bun's eyes are suspected to disappear in an instant, and then turn around and pull up the little buns: "The little monks go to pick the fruit."

He looked at him with a eager appearance that slowly disappeared, and Ling Jingxuan was laughing again. His son, who loves money and screams, is really awkward.