The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

  Chapter 144 Treasures (two more)

  "Brother Qu, wait for me." Xiao Wenwen ran to catch up and squeezed between Mingjing and Qufeitai.

  Ming Jing moved to the side, pulling away, Han Ying hurriedly walked to Ming Jing.

  Qu Feitai frowned subconsciously, took a few steps quickly, and left Xiao Wenwen behind.

  Xiao Wenwen saw that Qu Feitai ignored her and couldn't post it anymore. It was enough. Otherwise, after the show was broadcast, the traffic would not be enough, and he would have to be chased by his brain fans.

   But speaking, it’s a big deal to be scolded now, it’s really a big deal.

  This is Qu Feitai. As long as the name is associated with him, there will be no worries about traffic in the future. With traffic, there will be fans, and fans will have value.

  Xiao Wenwen changed her route, holding Ming Spiegel’s arm affectionately: "Ding Spiegel, you know so much, where are you from? I don’t have any accent when I hear you?"

  Han Ying smiled and said, "Jiangnan has beautiful people, especially those who are classical and gentle like Ming Jing. If I guess right, you are a local, right?"

  Ding Jing pulled his arm back without a trace, and said lightly: "That's it."

Xiao Wenwen was surprised and said: "You are really a local, then do you know what's interesting nearby? I want to shoot a whole season here. When I am free, I can get better around the neighborhood. You will be me when I am free. How about the guide?"

  The Qufeitai walking in front took a deep breath.

  Mingjing raised his head and glanced at the cold mountain not far away. The peaks are strangely steep, towering into the clouds, and lonely and dangerous.

  Mountain birds can't hover on the solitary roof, their screams are endless, and they are more than empty mountain valleys.

  Cold mountains, cold mountains, the heights are very cold.

Han Ying followed Ming Jing's gaze to the top of the mountain and said, "I heard the locals say that there is a Hanshan Temple on this mountain, and there is a Master Jue Ming in the temple. It’s very efficacious to come to the temple for thousands of miles to pray to the gods and worship the Buddha. Someday we will also go to the mountains to worship."

  Mingjing retracted his gaze, fell in the grass on the side of the road, suddenly squatted down, and pulled the grass away, revealing a grass plant with small yellow flowers.

  Carefully pull out the mirror and wrap it with a handkerchief.

  Han Ying asked, "What is this?"

  "Agrimonia has the effect of astringent, hemostasis, and heart strengthening. The rhizome mashed juice drips into the water to detoxify sulfur."

  Han Ying asked in surprise: "Do you still know Chinese medicine?"

  Gosh, what kind of treasure girl is this.

  Han Ying suddenly said, "There are also here. Since this is a baby, let's go back."

  Dingjing glanced at it: "The agrimony stems are soft, rich in nutrients, and taste excellent, and it is also effective in fighting cancer."

  Han Ying got even more excited, digging through the grass to find agrimony.

  Qu Feitai glanced at Mingjing, silently squatted down and started looking.

   "Don't hurt the rhizomes, you have to uproot the roots, you need to use clever force, so..." Ming Jing demonstrated.

"Everything has creatures, and grass has life. If you can alleviate pain, you can also avoid creating karma." Ming Jing's faint voice is like a gurgling stream not far away, and it enters the lungs, and only feels refreshed, and the eyes are clear. bright.

  Han Ying looked subconsciously, and saw the girl squatting in front of the grass, her slender white fingers carefully holding a piece of grass, as if she was holding a peerless treasure, her pure brows were full of compassion.

  I know the universe, and still pity the green grass.

  Xiao Wenwen screamed: "I've pulled it off, Ming Spiegel, are you okay?"

  Han Ying gave her a white look: "Clumsy, what else can you do besides eating?"

   "Get up, I'll come." Han Ying drove her away, squatting down with a hand plane.

Xiao Wenwen suddenly felt a little useless, staring at the back of Spiegel, her tone was inevitably mixed with a bit of resentment: "What's the use of digging this kind of thing, should we still eat weeds? Can this thing be eaten? We are here to experience farm life. , It’s not really here to endure hardships, are you putting the cart before the horse."

This is actually intended to mean Mingjing. I don’t know that no one paid attention to her at all. Han Ying paid attention to her, but she said, "It’s okay, you can go back and blow the air conditioner, and you can eat a big watermelon." I’m so wronged to dig weeds with us here, I’m so wronged.

  Xiao Wenwen stomped her feet and looked at the big sun above her head. She was wearing sunscreen clothes and a sun hat, and sprayed several layers of sunscreen spray, still afraid of getting tanned.

   hesitated for a moment, and squatted down resignedly.

  If she turns around and goes back, after the show is broadcast, she will definitely be scolded to death by the audience.

  I knew that this show was so bitter, and she wouldn’t come to kill her anymore.

   After a while, he dug a lot, and Mingjing dug some shepherd's purse and bracken. Han Ying learned everything, and he digs whatever Mingjing digs.

   "It's almost noon, let's go back." Ming Jing pulled a cane, sorted and bundled the dug wild herbs and agrimony together, and lifted it up easily.

  Han Ying wiped the sweat from her forehead, and when she looked up, she saw that Ming Jing's face was still white and clear, without a drop of sweat.

  Qufeitai came over and gave the dug agrimony to Mingjing, and said, "The sun is too big, let's go back."

  Qu Feitai also sweated on his forehead.

  While Xiao Wenwen could not stand the sun a long time ago, she ran to the shade to escape the heat.

Ming Jing took it and tied it with a rattan, and tied it with the previous wild vegetables. From a distance, it looks like several bundles of wild vegetables are strung together by a string. The technique of this bundle is also exquisite. At least Han Ying has studied it for a long time. No, the gaze looking at Der Spiegel became more admired.

  Qu Feitai naturally took over the cane in Ming Jing's hand, Ming Jing did not refuse, and several people returned the same way.

   "Hey, wait for me." Xiao Wenwen chased after her breathlessly, her whole body stunned, she lost her vitality when she came.

  Back to the courtyard, Zhao Xinrong watched Qu Feitai carrying something in his hand, wandered around curiously, and asked, "What is this?"

  Han Ying explained: "There are wild vegetables and agrimony, I will explain to you that the mirror is too powerful, and she still knows Chinese medicine..."

Han Ying hugged Zhao Xinrong and started chattering about how powerful the popular science mirror was. Zhao Xinrong listened for a moment, then turned her head, and saw that Mingjing took the cane from Qu Feitai's hand, untied it skillfully, and then took the herbal medicine. Spread out on the open space in the courtyard, bowed their heads and picked them up earnestly.

  Han Ying is frivolous, and the herbs he gathers are mixed with a lot of weeds, which must be carefully selected.

  Qufeitai squatted down on the opposite side of Mingjing, and began to pick in silence.

  At this time, Xiao Wenwen finally rushed back, leaning on the door frame and said weakly, "I'm so hot."

  Zhao Xinrong shook his head. There is a mirror for comparison. Xiao Wenwen can't attract fans anymore, maybe she has to be hacked.

  People are afraid of comparison.

  Xiao Wenwen’s brain was short-circuited by the heat, so she couldn't take care of that much for the time being. She rushed to the water tank and directly picked up a handful of water and threw it on her face, sighing comfortably.

  Han Ying yelled, "What are you doing? The tank of water you just filled was completely destroyed by you. If you don’t work, it’s a bad thing, isn’t it a human being?"

  The line in Xiao Wenwen's mind was connected, and her expression was a little stiff, and she said aggrieved: "I didn't mean it, I will fill the water tank again."

  "You don’t kill the well or carry the water. Of course it’s easy to touch your mouth and mouth. I don’t care. You can pick this tank of water later, and you are not allowed to eat if you are dissatisfied."

  Xiao Wenwen was tired, hot, and hungry. When she was hit by Han Ying, she was even more aggrieved. Tears rolled in her eyes. People who didn’t know really thought Han Ying was unreasonable and bullied her.

  Han Yingqi’s head is smoking, women are troublesome, except for Der Spiegel.

   "Okay, well, Wenwen didn't mean it, just wait for everyone to work hard to fill the water tank."

  Han Ying's temper also came up: "Why, she has made her own evil, so why should we suffer for her."

  Zhao Xinrong has a headache. The young people have energy and are too lazy to settle the case for them, and said: “I’m telling you a bad news. Teacher Zou has a recurrence of an old wrist injury and can’t cook. Let’s discuss it. What should I do at noon?”

   Xiao Wenwen is even more aggrieved. She can't even eat her full mouth. Is this a life for people?

Han Ying frowned: "What can I do? I can't cook, let alone Mr. Zhao, you are a dark dish, and you can eat people to death. Don't mention Xiao Wenwen, Brother Qu shouldn't know it either, Ming Spiegel ...Forget it, I'll have instant noodles."

  Mingjing picked up the agrimony, put the wild vegetables in the basin for washing, got up and walked into the kitchen.

  Zhao Xinrong squinted his eyes and followed in: "Ming Spiegel, can you cook?"

  Mingjing turned around in the kitchen, there were rice, noodles, and various seasonings, and said lightly: "It's okay."

  Xiao Wenwen's sharp voice came in: "Ding Spiegel, this is not the time to do it, everyone is hungry with their chests and backs, and they can't stand your jokes."

  Han Ying glared at her fiercely: "If you don't speak, no one will treat you as dumb."

   Xiao Wenwen pouted aggrievedly: "I'm afraid that everyone will look forward to it too much and be even more disappointed."

  Ming Jing didn’t respond to her. She took the flour into a porcelain basin, added water and started to knead the noodles. At the first glance, she knew that it was not a fancy.

  Zhao Xinrong raised his eyebrows in surprise, and took a serious look at Mingjing.

  This girl is really unusual. She speaks very few words and looks weak, like a delicate flower grown in a greenhouse, but she does things swiftly and swiftly, breaking everyone’s impression of her time and time again.

  This should not be the script written by the show team, after all, the show team can't do things for her.

   "Han Ying, go and pound the rhizome of agrimony into juice and drip it into the water basin of the foam pad." Ming Jing said while mixing face.

   "Okay." After receiving the order, Han Ying jumped out excitedly, with endless vitality.

   "Mr. Zhao, you have a bad waist. Go and rest, and call you when you are ready." Ming Jing did not look up, so she did not see Zhao Xinrong's shocked face.

   "You...how do you know my waist is bad?" He didn't seem to have told anyone.

  At this moment, Qu Feitai said behind him: "Teacher Zhao, let me let you go."

  Zhao Xinrong was blocking the kitchen door. Others could not get in. Hearing Qu Feitai's words, he quickly stepped away. When he was interrupted by Qufeitai, he couldn't ask again.

  Qufeitai washed all the wild vegetables and agrimony, and said to Mingjing: "What can I do?"

  Xiao Wenwen widened her eyes: "Brother Feitai, how can the kitchen be where you can come, go and rest."

  Qufeitai said coldly: "If you feel tired, go to the room for a break, don't influence others here."

  Xiao Wenwen blushed, stamped her feet and turned away.

  The dog bit Lu Dongbin, but he doesn’t know good people.

  Ding Jing said lightly, "Can you burn fire?"

  Qufeitai glanced at the stove, hesitated and said, "Try it."

   "Ahem..." Qu Feitai coughed violently, the fire didn't start, almost burning the kitchen.

   Ming Jinghe covered her face, turned around and saw Qu Feitai's gray-headed face, helplessly shook his head and laughed.

  Qu Feitai said aggrieved: "I...I'm studying, and I'll learn it soon, you can wait for me for a while."

  Can't even burn a fire, will Der Spiegel think he is useless?

Ming Jing smiled and walked over, took the lighter from him, looked around, and found a plastic bag in the corner. While setting fire to the plastic bag, he said patiently: "This kind of plastic is easy to catch fire. Only when the fire hits the wood can the fire flourish."

  As he said, he put the burning plastic into the burner and pressed it under the wood. “Hold the wood with one hand. Don’t press the fire. There is room for it to burn easily.”

  Ding Jing’s gentle and patient voice fell on her ears, and the flames jumped, reflecting the girl’s soft profile face.

  The two were very close, breathing intertwined, Qufeitai's heart suddenly missed a beat.

   "I...I know." In a panic, he lifted the wood, and accidentally touched Ming Jing's hand, the tentacles were as soft as warm jade.

  Qufeitai suddenly retracted like an electric shock, and the tips of her ears turned red quietly.

  Ming Jing didn’t notice anything, she naturally withdrew her hand, raised her head and glanced at the flying platform, with a faint smile on her eyebrows, wet the handkerchief and handed it to him: "Wipe your face."

  I saw Qu Feitai's handsome face, all black and gray, which exemplified what a grey-headed face is, but it did not affect Qu Feitai's beauty in the slightest.

  Qu Feitai took it over and wiped his face a little bit, as if he could smell the fragrance of the handkerchief on the tip of his nose.

  It is a cold and delicate fragrance that belongs to Der Spiegel, like plum blossom ice and snow, it is very unique and smells good.

  The sound of crackling and burning matches pulled back Qu Feitai’s mind, his face suddenly flushed red, and I don’t know if it was tainted by the fire.

  Ming Jing got up and said, "I'll find some firewood again."

  'S back fluttered away, Qu Feitai looked at her back in a daze for a while, until he saw the camera moving with Ming Jing's back and suddenly became sober.

  　 heart beat

  (End of this chapter)