Honeysuckle
“Isn’t this honeysuckle?” she wondered out loud. In modern tis, she had seen this kind of flower when she climbed mountains. Her fellow villagers said that it was honeysuckle, and they would pick it in spring to sell it for money.
“What flower? Isn’t this just an ordinary wild flower?” Jian Rong was puzzled.
Jian Qingqing explained, “This is called honeysuckle. It’s a type of dicinal herb. It has many uses.”
Jian Rong was shocked. “Is this really a dicinal herb? Do we actually have dicinal herbs on this mountain? This na is quite interesting, and it sounds expensive!”
Jian Qingqing had so ideas in her mind. The people in this village were very poor and did not have any extra inco. If they could dig out so treasures from the mountain, it would also help them live a better life.
“Xiao Rong, why don’t you ask the owner of the dicine shop tomorrow to see if they accept it? If they do, ask the villagers to co to collect these flowers.”
“Ah? These are grown everywhere on the mountain. Would the people in the dicine shop still pay for them?”
Jian Qingqing smiled, “Then aren’t the mushrooms you sell grown everywhere? There are so many people who pay for them.”
Jian Rong thought about it and it made sense. Just as he was about to agree, he thought of the man from the dicine store. He said embarrassedly, “Sister Qingqing, can I ask the other doctors? The man from the dicine store is too fierce. I don’t dare to ask.”
Hearing what he said, Jian Qingqing was also curious. “Is he really that fierce?”
Jian Rong nodded crazily. “It’s true!”
His grandmother’s health was not good. After he earned money, he hired a doctor to treat his grandmother, so he went to the dicinal herb store to get dicine.
There was only one dicinal herb store in Shifeng County, the Ji Shan Hall. The dicinal herb store attendant was very tall and spoke very loudly. Every ti, Jian Rong would directly hand a paper slip to him, not daring to speak to him.
“Alright, I’ll go ask tomorrow.”
Jian Rong said embarrassedly, “Thank you, Sister Qingqing.”
“No problem.”
Jian Qingqing folded a long vine and prepared to ask the dicine shop tomorrow.
As they walked, Jian Qingqing saw another tree with leaves that looked like citrus leaves. She called out to Jian Rong who was picking mushrooms. “Xiao Rong, is this a lemon tree?”
Jian Rong thought she had found another treasure, so he walked over and saw that it was sothing he already knew. He was disappointed, but he still said patiently, “This is called a citron tree. The fruit it grows is very sour and can not be eaten.”
That would be a lemon tree. When Jian Rong ntioned citron, the mory of the original owner appeared in Jian Qingqing’s mind. It looked like a lemon.
In ancient tis, lemons were called citron, but they were not as big and juicy as modern lemons after generations of cultivation. At this ti, citron was usually smaller, the at was dry, and it was so sour that it was bitter. In modern tis, so places would marinate this wild lemon that had not been cultivated into a sauce. It was also very delicious.
Speaking of lemons, Jian Qingqing thought of lemon boneless chicken feet and duck feet. The taste was really superb. She was almost drooling. Maybe when it matured, she could try to make it.
However, the citron had just blood. It would only mature in August or September. There was still a long way to go.
Jian Qingqing noted down the location of this citron tree and also let Jian Rong and a bunch of little kids rember it.
“Have you all morized it? When the fruit ripens, rember to call to pick it. I’ll make delicious food for you.”
Speaking of food, everyone was very attentive.
“Okay, we will rember!”
“Sister Qingqing, can this kind of fruit really be eaten? There are a few by the roadside in the village. If you want to pick it, you don’t have to go to the mountains to do so.”
“When the ti cos, you will see for yourself when I make food for you. Oh, where in the village do they have them? How co I don’t rember?”
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