Chapter 31 Snow Lotus

I don't know how long it took, and the two finally came to the foot of the mountain. Bai Zhi was tired and hungry. Venus appeared in front of her eyes. The egg she ate in the morning had already been digested, and her stomach was now empty, nothing left, and her mouth was dry If fire.

Hu Feng pointed to a bush not far away and said, "There is a small stream over there, go wash your face and drink some water."

As soon as she heard the water, Bai Zhi immediately swallowed a mouthful of saliva and quickly ran towards the grass. There was a very clear stream behind the grass. She squatted by the stream and took a handful of clear water and took a few sips. When she was thirsty, she washed her face, and the cool water made her feel refreshed a lot, so she sat down on the grass behind her and sighed, "If only I could catch two fish in this stream. ' She touched her growling stomach.

At this time, Hu Feng also washed his face, got up and said, "Let's go, let's rest, you won't be able to go up the mountain in the afternoon."

Bai Zhi sighed, got up resignedly, and was just about to lift her foot to leave, her eyes swept across the plant that she had just sat on her backside, an ordinary-looking plant with yellow flowers, and some kind of plant. The chrysanthemum is very similar, and it is very similar to many roadside wildflowers that I have seen along the way.

She raised her foot and crossed it, and she stopped abruptly after walking a few steps: "Wait a minute." She turned around abruptly, walked over to the plant that was lying down, and took a closer look at the little yellow flowers that looked like chrysanthemums.

Hu Feng also turned around and frowned, "Don't tell me this wild flower is a herb."

Bai Zhi smelled the smell of the plant, and smiled: "I really made you guess right, this flower is a herbal medicine, but I don't know if the doctors here know how to use this medicine to treat diseases."

Hu Feng's good-looking brows raised slightly: "Where are you?"

Bai Zhi hurriedly raised her face with a smirk, "It's wrong, it's us." In order to change the topic, she hurriedly pointed at the little yellow flower and said, "This flower is medicine, its root is better, and it's delicious. "She quickly unloaded the back basket, took out a small shovel from the back basket to dig, and was out of breath after digging for a while.

Seeing that she was serious and not joking, Hu Feng squatted down and took the shovel from her hand, "You take a break, I'll dig."

Bai Zhi naturally couldn't ask for it, and hurriedly sat aside to take a breather.

Hu Feng was so strong that he used one shovel as three shovels of Angelica, and he dug to the roots in a short while.

Hu Feng pointed to something lying in the soil and asked, "Is this?"

Bai Zhi leaned forward to take a look, and nodded quickly, her face blooming with joy: "Yes, yes, that's it."

She stretched out her hand and picked up the soil, and from the soil she picked up a few things that looked like sweet potatoes.

Hu Feng asked, "Is this a wild sweet potato?" This thing looks very similar to the black lump he dug up on the mountain before.

Bai Zhi shook her head, took one and washed it in the stream: "This is called chrysanthemum, also called snow lotus fruit, it's delicious, you can try it." She handed the washed chrysanthemum to Hu Feng, and took it again. One to wash.

Hu Feng took the snow lotus fruit and smelled it, but it didn't smell good, so he couldn't help frowning: "Is this really edible?"

Bai Zhi was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, she was too hungry to eat, and then explain it to him before it was too late.

He asked Hu Feng for a dagger, peeled off the skin on the snow lotus fruit, and ate it while peeling it. Hu Feng also swallowed.

Bai Zhi cut the half-eaten yacon fruit and handed it to Hu Feng's hand: "You eat this first." She put half of the yacon fruit into Hu Feng's hand, and took the one in his hand to continue peeling.

It was like a ghost, maybe because he was starving, he took a bite without thinking about it, and he didn't care whether the half of the yacon was stained with other people's saliva. . .