Super Little Farmer

That day, we returned home with a great harvest. I even had to frame baskets of vines and branches from all over the mountain to fill them up. The basket was slung over his back and the basket dragged on the ground. He brought all the wild fungi and mushrooms to his house and poured them on the flat ground in front of his house without washing them. Afterwards, he spread them out into a thin layer and let them dry. In my mind, the sun for the next few days will also help dry these things.    

    

Over the next ten days, the little beauty and I ate pumpkin porridge and drank East Melon Soup. Every day, we would constantly gather mushrooms from the surrounding mountains. If this continued, the benefits he reaped were not small at all. This usual sun is quite fierce. The mushrooms that I picked the day before dried up on the third day. Just like this, a batch of wild mushrooms dried up every day. I put them away and made room for the wild mushrooms I picked the next day. Nevertheless, the fresh mushrooms harvested every day could almost completely cover the entire plateau. In the end, almost all of my living rooms are occupied by the whole frame of wild mushrooms!    

    

Another day passed. Little beauty and I had only picked the herb for less than two hours when the little beauty not too far away suddenly started shouting and waving at me. I didn't know what was going on, but I was afraid that she might be stoned or run into a snake. However, the little beauty was fine, she just jumped around there. Following her little finger, I suddenly sucked in a breath of cold air. It turned out that not far from her, at the edge of an old and dead tree, there were actually five Ganoderma Lucidas growing!    

    

That's right, wild ganoderma. I'm familiar with this stuff. When my parents were alive, I had met them many times and picked them as well. However, he had never seen anything like this. However, the little beauty in front of him didn't seem to realize that this was the Great Ganoderma. Judging by her expression alone, she probably thought that she had discovered a new type of wild mushroom.    

    

I picked up the little beauty and hugged her tightly. The little beauty was startled at first, but after a while, she seemed to understand what I was doing. She hugged me tightly, hugging me tightly. Only after a while did I stop and tell her that this was wild ganoderma, and that the money exchanged for it might cure her of her mute condition. The little beauty was obviously startled. When I looked again, she was looking at me with her bright big eyes. The kind that was very excited and moved at the same time.    

    

I let go of her and carefully picked up a few of the wild ganoderma and made a small rattan frame to fit them in. We went back earlier this day because of these ganoderma.    

    

That night I was insomniac because I had been thinking about how to deal with the wild ganoderma. The appearance of Wild Ganoderma allowed me to realize, from the moment the little beauty was mute, that there was a possibility for her to be able to speak in advance, and that was to do everything I could to help her. It's just that I was short of money in the past. But now, with these wild ganoderma, I'm almost certain that the money might be enough to cure her mute illness.    

    

Early the next morning, I didn't bring along the little beauty to harvest wild mushrooms as usual. Instead, I took the furry sickle and went straight to the bamboo forest at the back of the mountain to chop bamboo. For the next three days, I stayed in the bamboo forest, going to the foliage and building rafts. The little beauty accompanied me from beginning to end, watching me do things and occasionally helping me with some tasks. On the morning of the fourth day, a sturdy bamboo raft was finally built.