Voices in the head

  "I don't want to do anything, I just want to exchange it for a piece of land." Ever since she and Song Jizu separated, that Mrs. Zhao started asking people to buy good farmland everywhere.

  In this case, she might as well set up a trap to make Mrs. Zhao and her son lose everything.

  "Then, then you can take it." Wu was a little reluctant, but her husband had to do business, so she couldn't stop him.

  But that thing was found by little Chang'an, what should she give her back?

  Song Sanshun knew what his wife was worried about, and said softly: "I will prepare a dowry for Chang'an, you don't have to worry."

  "I'm not worried." Wu knew that her husband was cautious and would not be deceived by others, but she was always worried, fearing that the new house would know that she had hidden gold.

  If they knew how many taels of gold she had, they would probably do something weird.

  The next day, Chang'an was awakened by the sound of digging the ground. He got up and saw his uncle with a cloth wrapped around his head, digging something in the corner with his aunt.

  Then the uncle dug out a broken pottery bowl from the soil, peeled out something from it, looked at it, wrapped it up again, put it in his arms and went out.

  His aunt sent him out and whispered a few words, but Chang'an didn't hear clearly.

  Scratching her hair that was a mess like a chicken coop, Chang'an put on her clothes and slid off the kang to go to the toilet.

  She knew that her aunt would take her to dig wild vegetables today, so she put on the earmuffs on her head again.

  She ran to the yard to find a willow branch and bit it a few times, and wiped her teeth with the branch fibers. Her aunt had already called her to wash her face.

  Wu washed Chang'an's little face and hands carefully with a cloth towel, and tied a small bun for her with a red rope, adjusted her red flowered cotton jacket, and said with a smile: "Our Chang'an is getting more and more beautiful. Look at this little mouth, there is flesh."

  Chang'an touched her face and nodded.

  She had eaten a lot these days and felt that she had indeed gained weight.

  "Come, Auntie prepared chicken noodle soup this morning, eat it quickly." Wu took a bowl of noodles from the pot and put it on the table: "After we finish eating, let's go pick shepherd's purse."

  "Yes." Chang'an sat on the bench and looked up at his aunt: "Auntie, auntie, eat too."

  "Auntie and your uncle ate it before, this bowl is for you." Wu said and went to prepare the backpack and sickle.

  Chang'an picked up the chopsticks to eat noodles, and found that there was a yellow egg yolk in the noodles, which made her feel strange.

  There were no chickens in her family, so where did the eggs come from?

  Huahua came over lazily and meowed at her.

  Chang'an immediately picked up two noodles and put them on the ground, "Eat, eat."

  Huahua lowered her head to eat noodles, biting left and right with her sharp teeth, which was very interesting.

  Chang'an ate and watched Huahua bite the noodles, laughing non-stop.

  At this time, Goudan ran in, and seeing that Chang'an was still eating, he urged: "Hurry up, you are the only one waiting."

  Chang'an agreed and quickly shoveled the noodles into his mouth.

  After eating the noodles and drinking the soup, Chang'an ran to get her own small shovel.

  This time she couldn't forget it again, she had to shovel a lot of shepherd's purse back.

  After taking everything she needed, Chang'an stood outside the yard waiting for her aunt to lock the door, then ran quickly towards Goudan and Sister Qiao'er, followed by Huahua.

  So the two women carried the baskets on their backs and took the three children and a cat out of the village.

  Today's weather is particularly sunny, the blue sky is cloudless, the sun shines warmly on the earth, and the wild cherry and apricot flowers on the roadside are also blooming, bringing a touch of color to the withered and yellow fields.

  Chang'an was very excited, running fast with her short legs, and picking a small wild flower on the roadside and holding it in her palm from time to time.

  Suddenly, a voice came from her mind: [Diandimei, also known as throat grass and copper coin grass, tastes spicy, bitter and cold. It has the effects of clearing away heat and detoxification, reducing swelling and relieving pain. It can be used for wind-fire red eyes, falls and injuries, and sore throats. Combined with mulberry leaves and chrysanthemums, it can treat wind-fire red eyes. Combined with Angelica sinensis, Chuanxiong and Wuxiang grass, it can treat injuries caused by falls.]

  Chang'an was stunned, looked around, and then looked back at his aunt.

  His aunt and Aunt Qian were walking and chatting, and they didn't talk to him.

  "Chang'an, what are you doing?" Goudan ran over, also holding a small yellow flower in his hand.

  Chang'an raised the small white flower in his hand and asked carefully: "What is this?" Goudan

  stretched his neck to take a look and said: "This is throat grass. When my throat was swollen before, my mother picked this and boiled it for me to drink."     Chang'an frowned and threw away the flower in his hand.

  Who is talking in his head?

  The voice didn't sound like that of his little cousin, let alone that of Brother Goudan and Sister Qiao'er. Could

  it be that he could hear another person's inner thoughts? But where is that person?

  Chang'an ran faster with worry.

  At this time, Auntie and Aunt Qian were already looking for shepherd's purse by the wheat field, and Sister Qiao'er was squatting

  on the ground shoveling something. Only Brother Goudan was still following him, running around on the ridge of the field.

  Chang'an saw another dandelion, with golden flowers swaying in the wind.

  This is also an edible wild vegetable, but it tastes a bit bitter and not as delicious as shepherd's purse.

  Chang'an squatted down and shoveled it off with a small shovel. Suddenly, the voice in his mind appeared again:

  [Dandelion, also known as Huanghua Di Ding, Dandelion, has the effects of clearing away heat and detoxification, reducing swelling and dispersing knots, promoting diuresis and relieving stranguria, specializing in treating carbuncle, treating poison, promoting bladder function, and treating breast carbuncle in women]

  Now he finally heard it. Why does this voice sound a bit like a little goldfish?

  Chang'an shrank his neck, looked around, and asked Goudan who was squatting beside him: "Did you hear the sound?"

  Goudan blinked and shook his head: "What sound?"

  "It's, it's the sound of someone talking?" Chang'an didn't notice it, and he didn't seem to stutter much.

  Goudan looked around and looked at Chang'an again: "It's you who is talking."

  Chang'an:.

  She ran to her aunt with the dandelion and threw it into the basket.

  Chang'an scratched his ears, not understanding why the little goldfish was saying something difficult to understand in his head.

  Did it want to teach him to recognize wild flowers and weeds?

  Chang'an thought for a moment, walked to a weed whose name he didn't know, and reached out to grab a handful.

  Sure enough, the voice appeared in his mind again:

  [Beef tendon grass, also known as Qianjin grass, has rhizomes used as medicine, clears away heat and detoxifies, promotes dampness, cools blood and disperses blood stasis, and is mainly used to treat heatstroke and fever, infantile convulsions, jaundice, dysentery, sores, swelling and pain, urticaria, and injuries from falls. It can inhibit the Japanese encephalitis virus.]

  Chang'an showed the green grass in his hand to his aunt: "Aunt, what is this?"

  Wu took a look and said, "This is beef tendon grass."

  "Can it cure diseases?" Chang'an asked.

  Wu smiled: "I don't know about this either."

  There was a man in their village who knew the art of medicine, but no one had seen him use this beef tendon grass to treat anyone.

  Chang'an frowned.

  Sure enough, it was not an auditory hallucination. The little goldfish really taught her to recognize various kinds of weeds in her head.

  Will the little goldfish have to take these tests in the future?

  Thinking of the feeling of being hit on the butt by a ruler in the dream, Chang'an immediately perked up and took a shovel to shovel various flowers and plants.

  So, her mind was filled with all kinds of names and uses.

  Like Viola yedoensis, Plantain, Commelina, Clematis, Perilla, Amaranthus, Salsola, Ching Ming Vegetable, Thistle, Wolfberry, etc. The

  leaves of Plantain, Amaranthus and Wolfberry can be eaten. If you can't find shepherd's purse, these wild vegetables and tender leaves can be picked and made into dishes.

  But Chang'an didn't know that the wild vegetables she often ate could also cure diseases.

  And that Perilla, also known as Chicken Shit Grass, not only can harmonize the spleen and stomach, but also tastes very delicious. Every time my aunt cooks fish or snails, she will put some in to remove the fishy smell. It's

  also delicious to make soup with Perilla leaves. Chang'an likes to eat Perilla soup the most, which is as delicious as meat.

  Soon, the backpacks brought by everyone were filled with all kinds of wild vegetables, and the voice in little Chang'an's head finally stopped broadcasting.

  She followed her aunt home in a daze. When passing a small forest, her aunt and Aunt Qian came to a Chinese toon tree again.

  (End of this chapter)