(MTL) The Story of a Cold Male Supporting Husband by Huajian Xiaopao

Chapter 39

Ye Yuanxian smiled indifferently when the shop thought about it, and it was because of this incident that he had an excuse to slowly distance himself from Ye Yuanzhan. At that time, Ye Yuanzhan also did not dare to dwell on Ye Yuanzhan because he was afraid of telling the truth. he.

After this matter was completely over, Ye Yuanzhan thought about pestering him as before and wanted him to bear the blame, Ye Yuanxian had already taken root in the family library, and often ran away without being seen. And Ye Yuanzhan hated reading books the most, so he had to accept the fact that his top guilt bag had escaped.

Xie Yifeng was keenly aware of the change in his mood, so he changed the subject with a smile: "There are a lot of mushrooms in the mountains, let's go pick them when the rain stops!

" Don't think about what happened before. What he likes most is the process of digging bamboo shoots and picking wild vegetables, which goes through the process of searching, collecting, harvesting and finally eating delicious food. This kind of satisfaction is difficult to give from other things.

After the strong wind, the heavy rain continued in the middle of the night. In the morning, the weather was completely clear. The villagers hurried out to look at their crops. They saw all the soybeans, wheat, etc. were blown by the wind. The seedlings were also blown to pieces, and many branches that had already bloomed and bear fruit were broken by the strong wind and fell into the mud.

"My God, it's hard to wait for a bumper harvest, why are you wasting so much grain!" An old woman complained to God while cleaning up the mess in the field.

Ye Yuanxian and Xie Yifeng also went to the ground early to see, the wind was too strong, and even though they had been fixed, a lot of buns were blown down, but with the help of ropes, these buns were only skewed a little, not completely collapsed. On the ground, Baogu can grow back on his own in the future.

"It's not a big problem." Xie Yifeng was very satisfied with the situation: "Let's just leave the rest to One, Two, Three or Four. Let's go to the mountains to find mushrooms."

"Okay." Ye Yuanxian also felt relieved, Baogu is the first crop that he has seriously planted since he came to this era. Of course, he is very happy to be able to grow steadily and harvest it.

The two of them walked slowly up the mountain with bamboo baskets in their hands. Occasionally, one or two small mushrooms the size of fingernails could be seen on the roadside, and Bai Nennen looked very cute.

Such small mushrooms are called dung mushrooms in the village. They often grow in the composting places of farmhouses. Although they are not poisonous, no one will eat them except when people are starved to death.

The appearance of dung mushrooms also meant that the mushrooms in the mountains also grew, and Ye Yuanxian couldn't help but quicken his steps.

After walking through a hill, the grass and woods on both sides of the road became dense, and neither of them used their spiritual sense to look around. Soon Ye Yuanxian was the first to notice a faint flash of white in the small bulge under the pine needles.

"I found it." Ye Yuanxian strode forward and stretched out his hand to gently push away the yellow pine needles above, and a palm-sized white mushroom was exposed. Ye Yuanxian picked the white mushroom and wiped off the soil on it with his spiritual power, and put it in the basket, and then Xie Yifeng also found another slightly smaller one next to the mushroom. "This kind of mushroom is the most common in the mountains, it is not poisonous, and it often grows in one piece." Xie Yifeng explained to Ye Yuanxian: "But there is a poisonous mushroom that is very similar to it, except that there is a circle of white lace under the umbrella cover. If you eat too much, you will have hallucinations and your internal organs will collapse and die." The two of them were picking while walking, and they also found black-brown fungus on a fallen and withered tree. The fungus was wet with a lot of water droplets, and the small size was only as big as two or three copper coins, and the length of each one was very uniform. "It's a fungus." Xie Yi took a look at the next flower: "It's in good shape. Let 's pick it up and dry it and cook it in hot pot. It should be good." Wild fruits are dazzling, and if you walk a little into the wasteland, you will find all kinds of fungi and medicinal materials. The two quickly filled the bamboo baskets in their hands, and there were still many mushrooms left in the forest. Ye Yuanxian looked at the surrounding mountains, only the two of them, and asked Xie Yifeng: "Why don't you see other people picking it?"