After the meal, Song Zhaozhao did not let himself take any time off. He took the cloth bag and walked towards the back mountain.

The place where the Song family lives happens to be at the foot of the back mountain. Although the back mountain is lush and green, there are often poisonous snakes and various unknown insects in it. Few people go to the back mountain.

This mountain is rich in species, but no one comes here all year round, and there is no decent trail.

It seems that I will bring a hoe with me next time so that I can open up a path.

Song Zhaozhao moved the obstacles in front of him while climbing the mountain.

Walking in little by little, Song Zhaozhao saw pine trees and toon trees along the way and picked many wild fruits.

At noon, because he saw the three members of the Song family eating carefully, he was reluctant to eat more. He was not full at all. Now that he had climbed the mountain for so long, Song Zhaozhao was already so hungry that his chest pressed against his back. Fortunately, he ate a lot.

The wild fruit quenches satiety and thirst.

"Cuckoo!" Several pheasants crowed not far away.

"Let me tell you, there must be pheasants in these mountains."

Song Zhaozhao suddenly became energetic, but all the wild game in the mountains had turned into spirits. Whether he had a shotgun or not, how could he catch them?

Forget it, let's try our luck.

Song Zhaozhao looked for the cry of the pheasant, ducked and walked in the direction of the sound, and hid behind a pine tree.

The pheasants were looking for food in an open area. Perhaps because Song Zhaozhao's footsteps were too loud, the pheasants flew away as soon as they approached.

"Oh my god, it turns out that pheasants can really fly!" Song Zhaozhao exclaimed as if Grandma Liu had entered the Grand View Garden.

The bottom of the pine tree was covered with many pine needles. Song Zhaozhao remembered that these things were good for igniting fires.

We didn't see any pheasants, so it would be a good idea to pick up something to ignite the fire. Song Zhaozhao touched a handful of pine needles and found something smooth or hard underneath. He picked up a stick and carefully pushed away the pine needles.

Oh my god, it’s actually a nest of wild eggs. Unlike domestic chickens, this nest of wild eggs is not big in size, but there are many in number. If I count carefully, there are actually more than ten.

What a fortune!

These days, after every chicken lays an egg, they all save up and go to the city to exchange for some silver or flour. Song Zhaozhao also has an old hen at home, which only lays an egg for a few days. Now he has picked up enough wild eggs.

My old hen has been laying for several months.

Song Zhaozhao was afraid that the wild eggs he had worked so hard to pick would be broken, so he put pine needles on the ground and covered them with a layer of wild fruits he had just picked.

Song Zhaozhao looked at the harvest in this bag, which was pretty good.

As the saying goes, it's easier to go up the mountain than it is to go down the mountain. Song Zhaozhao, carrying a slow cloth bag, went down the mountain. After a while, he was already exhausted, so he simply leaned under a big tree to enjoy the cool air and take a rest.

Lying under the shade of a tree, feeling the wind blowing gently on my face, rays of sunlight filtering through the gaps between the leaves, reflecting on the ground, I fell asleep unconsciously.

"Don't run, stop!"

Song Zhaozhao, who was having a big meal in his dream, was woken up by this shout.

Who is interrupting my feast? That good piece of ribs is about to go into my stomach!

Song Zhaozhao looked sleepily at the two people running towards her not far away. When she was fully awake, the two people were already within five steps of her, and she took another closer look.

Wait, why is the man in black in front still holding a knife in his hand?

Song Zhaozhao didn't want to die here, so he rolled and crawled to run forward.

"do not move!"

He became more and more afraid of what would happen. He was caught by the man in black in front of him after running a few steps, and a knife was put against his neck. Song Zhaozhao was so frightened that he shivered.

"Sang Chong, you can't run away." The man behind chased after him.

"Lu Chenmo, if you come one step closer, I will silence her." As Song Zhaozhao said this, he felt the knife on his neck move.

"Brother, because of the grudge between you two, can you please let me go first?" Song Zhaozhao begged in fear.

"You have people in your hands, you can kill them if you want." The man opposite sneered.

Not only did he ignore Song Zhaozhao, he actually refused to save him.

"Hey, you are a big man, why don't you save me..."

Before Song Zhaozhao could finish his words, the man saw the right moment, rushed out suddenly, rushed towards the side of the man in black, and hit the opponent's vitals directly.

The man in black was in pain, and seeing that he had taken advantage of him, he pushed Song Zhaozhao out and took advantage of the chaos to escape. Song Zhaozhao bumped into the man's arms. The man did not show mercy at all. He pushed Song Zhaozhao away and wanted to continue.

I chased him, but the man in black had already disappeared.

"You... I almost got killed by you, do you know?" Song Zhaozhao said, walking towards the man.

"Isn't he alive?" the man replied perfunctorily, and then leaned against a big tree.

"You..." Song Zhaozhao just turned around and found that the man had closed his eyes.

"You're not going to die, are you?"

Song Zhaozhao stepped forward and grabbed the man a few times, and there were blood stains on his hands.

He wasn't really going to die, was he? Song Zhaozhao put his hand under the man's nose. Fortunately, he was still alive. It seemed he was just injured.

Song Zhaozhao wanted to abandon him and leave, but in the end he couldn't bear it. He walked not far and came back.

Put your cloth bag next to the man. This is a wild mountain, and there will be herbs after all. At least for now, stop the bleeding.

Fortunately, Song Zhaozhao majored in traditional Chinese medicine. Zhaozhao remembered that he had read medical books before: To treat bleeding from knife wounds, pound the snake grass and apply it to the injured area. 2. Then use the stems and leaves of wolfberry grass to pound and paste.

Injured area. 3. Prescribe again. Divide Jiangzhenxiang, Chinese gallnut, and copper flower into powder and apply to the injured area. 4. Prescribe again. Wrap it with catkins. 5. Prescribe again. Pound it with Pu Shi and apply it.

. 6. Re-prescription. Apply dry compress with raw dough and it will heal in five or seven days. 7. Re-prescription. In summer, collect golden cherry cotyledons, same as mulberry leaves, divide the leaves into equal parts, dry in the shade, grind into powder, apply to the injured area, and stop bleeding.

Mouth.

Although these kinds of herbs cannot be collected together, there will still be several kinds after all.

Song Zhaozhao searched for a long time before he found one or two herbs, but fortunately, although it could not cure the disease, it could at least ensure that he would not become the prey of this beast in the mountains.

By the time Song Zhaozhao rushed back, the man had already woken up.

"Now that you're awake, here are the snakegrass and wolfberry grass. Pound it yourself and apply it to the wound."

The man took the herb and looked at Song Zhaozhao in confusion.

"Don't worry, I'm not you, and I won't ignore you."

Song Zhaozhao naturally still remembered his resentment towards him and still had a bad look on his face.

Song Zhaozhao took a look at the man. He looked good and would not fall prey to wild beasts here. He put his bag on his back and continued to hurry down the mountain. He had been out for so long, otherwise Mother Song would be anxious again.
Chapter completed!