The Herbal Scents of Farm Life
Chapter 216 - 216 216 A Call for Help

Chapter 216: Chapter 216: A Call for Help Chapter 216: Chapter 216: A Call for Help Once the rain stopped and the land started to dry, it seemed that the rice had ripened before the ground could even crack, just in time to avoid it.

“I’ll leave the sowing to Third Uncle, and I’ll take some people to transplant the rice seedlings in a few days.”

He had already consulted Sangsang on how to transplant the seedlings. It should be easy for him to master, not difficult.

…

In the small bamboo forest, Lin Caisang, at the moment, grasped a machete and was chopping at a bamboo shoot with strength. Nearby laid many bamboo shoots that had been felled and stripped of their leaves.

The bamboo fell quickly, and the protruding branches and leaves were swiftly removed by her machete.

With a ‘thud’, the bamboo joined the others and was bundled up with vine. The branches and leaves were also neatly piled and bundled up.

Seeing no one around, she placed the bamboo and bamboo leaves into the golden pearl space, wiped the sweat from her face with her sleeve, and put the machete in a bamboo basket that she carried on her back. Then, she turned her gaze towards the outer forest.

These recent days had been busy. Though Ya Molian occasionally brought some wild products home, they only had vegetables like potatoes, old pumpkins, Chinese cabbage, and two or three others, along with some pickles.

She felt that she still needed to get some variety to eat, otherwise she would really grow tired of the same foods.

As for cooking, although she was a bit… umm, clumsy, as a food lover, she surely was the person who best understood what vegetables and fruits each season offered.

In the mountains during March, bamboo shoots, bracken ferns, dandelions, wild mushrooms and so on could all serve as a bowl of dinner.

After walking around the outer forest, her basket was filled with wild vegetables. She moved steadily down the mountain, and when she passed a small creek on the side of the mountain, she stopped.

“Is the wild celery growing so well already?”

Plants growing in the water always seem to grow so quickly. The ones in the ground were only just sprouting, yet the wild celery in the creek was already edible.

She put down her basket and came to the creek, starting to carefully pick the lush wild celery.

“I should pick some more, and also give some to Brother Molian…”

Just as she was thinking about Ya Molian, and how his house also had no vegetables, her hands moved faster.

Yet, before she could pick much, she heard a ‘thud’, the sound of something heavy falling into water close by, followed by cries for help.

She looked towards the sound and saw a boy struggling in the water not far off. She immediately let go of the wild celery in her hand and, like the wind, rushed over to save him.

…

A while later, panting heavily, she dragged the boy to the bank. Both of them were so wet they could not be any wetter.

“You are… Liu Chushui?”

When she saw the boy’s face clearly, Lin Caisang was surprised.

It was actually Liu Chushui, the youngest son from Liu Baixiao’s family, whom she had seldom seen, who spoke very little, and whose indifferent face kept others at a distance!

“How did you end up here?”

If he had wanted to fetch water, it was far from his house. Ya Village had several public wells for fetching water, and there were several ponds at the edge of the village for washing vegetables. Why did he feel the need to come here?

“I… I came to catch fish.”

Liu Chushui, shivering and blushing, responded.

“Catching fish?!”

Upon hearing his words, Lin Caisang’s eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at Liu Chushui.

Considering his previous condition, it seemed more like he was trying to get eaten by the fish rather than catching fish. Moreover, were there even any fish in the creek? Even if there were, could Liu Chushui, a half-grown child, catch them?