Erya turned around and pulled Daya to climb up the mountain, entering the pine forest. The black pine needles covered the ground and turned into black soil.

Found a dead tree, squat down and constantly dig the soil with both hands.

Daya went around the woods to look for mushrooms. Seeing Erya getting on her hands, she came over and asked with concern: "What are you looking for? Be careful of pine needles."

Erya lay in the pine needle and replied: "There should be a sweet potato underneath."

"Land Potato? What is that?" Da Ya didn't understand, but she couldn't let the girl thorn her hands, squatted down, and used both hands to scoop.

A piece of fat, dumb and drum nan, a black waste, really looked like sweet potatoes, and Erya smiled and took it out to look at it. This should be the sweet potato, it is Poria.

When the sweet potatoes were put in the basket, Da Ya giggled, and her sister said that this could be eaten. If her stomach could be full, her mother's illness would be cured quickly.

There were only two or three dead trees, and two or three sweet potatoes were dug. However, there were fresh mushrooms, and a small basket was picked up. The mushrooms exposed on the ground, the mushrooms hidden in the soil were searched like a carpet, and swept half of the mountain.

The two sisters carried mushrooms and sweet potatoes on their arms, and berries in their clothes. They harvested a lot and went home happily.

At the high slope of the pine forest, I saw a glance into the village.

Da Ya turned her head inadvertently and saw it, and was shocked. Where is the golden piece of food?

Erya's round eyes were smiling. It took less than two hours, less than two hours.

"Sister, let's go home soon and pick up the ears and grains with baskets."

Da Ya hesitated, and she had big leather boots and the iron sheet on top of the big leather boots in her mind. "Sister, don't go, just make sweet potatoes at home."

Erya smiled and didn't say anything. She pulled her sister back home quickly with her straw sandals.

Put down the small basket and carry the big basket, "Sister, hurry up."

Da Ya stopped her: "Sister, don't go, you can't pick up Suigu."

Erya smiled: "Don't worry, sister, Gui Mazi didn't come today."

"Didn't come?"

"yes."

He can't come any longer. Erya took Daya's hand, turned around and walked in front of her. The light in the round eyes suddenly appeared, and her calm and self-controlled expression was completely different from her still tender face.

Da Ya walked behind Er Ya for the first time.

The two sisters walked out with two baskets on their backs.

The adults in the field all took the car to the man with brown turbans. A few children squatted on the ridge of the field, staring at the hoe valleys scattered on the ground with their eyes shining brightly.

The people sent by Gui Mazi today were very anxious and could not delay for a moment. Suigu fell out in a hurry, and they didn't care.

Some of the sodas really fell a little in a hurry, while some of the sodas really fell a little by farmers in a hurry. When it was dark, they thought about risking their lives to touch them in the ground.

But Gui Mazi is not here today. Should I pick up these ears immediately?

No one around, if you move faster...

The children looked at it with fear. They had been instructed thousands of times, "Don't dare to move around. Lan Erya is just hungry. Go and move the little radish. Wasn't she kicked to death?"

Rush, dragging and trampling, two baskets came not far away.

A child had sharp eyes, stood up and waved his arms and shouted, "Erya!"

All the children stood up and looked at her with bright eyes.

Erya walked up with a smile, bent down and went to pick up the seeds.

The children were staring around with obvious fear. After all, Erya was kicked to death again.

Erya smiled and bent down to pick up the ears, picked up one, two, three... and threw them into the basket, four, five, and six... and she picked up half a basket, but she still didn't have big leather boots.

The children weighed their feet, one, two, three... and looked around alertly while picking up.

No big leather boots appear again.

The children held their hearts and their courage, and their hands quickly got up. The fields of millet fields swept over, and the baskets on their backs became heavier and heavier, and the golden millet ears were spread layer after layer.

Da Ya ran home, dumped out the full basket, ran back wildly, and continued to pick it up.

She couldn't stop, she tried her best to pick her up. If Gui Mazi came to pick her up and there was no food at home, what would happen to my mother and sister?

There were small spots active in the millet field, and ragged little spots, trying hard to pick up the food on the ground.

The village chief looked at them from afar, watching them transporting their rations that originally belonged to them like mice.

The village chief turned around and walked away quickly. He saw nothing. The ten acres of wasteland he had worked hard to reclaim in the past few years were originally his own, but they were all snatched away by the Gui family. Didn’t Gui family just rely on their uncle to be favored in the palace?

Gui Mazi was not here today, and there was no need for the village chief to see it. He saw nothing and walked away quickly.

Da Ya kept picking it up, and the sun set. Er Ya forced her to go home, "Sister, don't worry about this moment."

Da Ya was anxious: "I'm anxious, I'm anxious, sister, in a few days, my sister might... maybe..." She didn't dare to say it, for fear that her mother and sister would not be able to stand it.

Erya smiled and said, "It's okay in a few days. Erya is good luck, and it can also bring good luck to my sister."

Da Ya didn't dare to believe it. Gui Mazi was so bad. She just looked at Er Ya with a smile: "Let's go wash the sweet potatoes."

"OK."

Erya came to the river with Daya with the basket. The trickle was flowing, and the washed sweet potatoes showed their beige skin and put them into the basket in a pile.

Back inside the fence, pick up a knife and cut it open. The white and tender flesh is really like sweet potato. Put it in a pot and stew it, put it in your mouth and chew it. It is fragrant and soft, like a white steamed bun.

Daya volunteered to take the drug first, but ended up trying out the sweet white bun.

She happily gave it to her sister and mother, and her bowl was empty.

Erya turned around, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, smiled and turned around, filling the "white steamed buns" with her sister's pottery bowl, "Sister, eat quickly, you can eat enough."

Da Ya smiled gently on her thin face.

Erya was moved and warm.

This touching made her full of strength.

I have dozens of kilograms of millet ears at home, "great potatoes", and mushrooms, and after a long time of eating, my mother's illness will be cured and life will be passed.

Erya smiled a lot.

The moon climbed on the west slope, reached the thick clouds, jumped up, and hung lazily in the sky.

The laborers in Huangni Village have fallen asleep. They ran more than ten miles to deliver food today, wondering that the way to deliver food today is different from previous years. It is even more surprising that the leading man wrapped in a brown turban asked them to send him back halfway, saying that Gui Mazi would send someone to continue the road in the future, so they were not needed.

Someone recognized that road, which was the way to Guimazi's hometown, Guijia Village. The laborers left as if they were running away.

When they came home, the children were surprised to offer the pickled corn that they picked up, which were more than ten pounds and dozens of pounds.

The laborers asked in horror, how dare they do it? The children laughed and said that Gui Mazi hadn't come all day.

Oh, he got so much food today, so he definitely has no time to come.

The moon in the sky smiled secretly. It saw that the big men in brown turbans turned from two to dozens and twenty, carrying black cloth, wrapped more than a dozen grain trucks tightly, and turned the front of the truck at the fork in the road to Guijiazhai, heading in the opposite direction.

Only two men were left, carrying bags in their hands, and the bags were bulging. They continued on the way to Guijia Village, and they also scattered the rice and the rice and the rice were scattered all the way to Guimazi's hometown.

The brown cloth towel disappeared in the night and retreated quickly.

They ran all the way, gathering with more than a dozen cloth towels, and laughed and pulled the returned grain truck to Liancui Mountain.

Liancui Mountain, as the name suggests, is green and green, continuous. The cliffs and cranes are far behind the peaks, and the clouds break through the sky. The pine waves are like a lion's head roaring, a big sword is like a dragon hitting the long rainbow.

Behind the strange rocks at the pass, and in the bushes, there are hidden whistles at any time and anywhere.

Yuanzi and shrimps laughed and walked into the mountain pocket. The weeds on the roadside moved, and a man jumped out, with a few xanthium ears on his head, and grass chips on his clothes. He stretched out his big hand like a palm fan and patted them on the shoulders: "Good boy, good boy!"

The shrimp skin and Yuanzi smiled brightly, and more than a dozen trucks of food were enough for them to be majestic for a while.

The grain was transported to the flat ground in front of the base camp, and a small hill was piled up.

The mountain boss Xu Qingfeng shook his loud voice like thunder, laughed haha, and patted the shrimp skin and Yuanzi with big hands like palm-leaf fan: "Good boy, good boy."
Chapter completed!