Chapter 6： 0 year ginseng

"Hey, you two put on your shoes before going out."

Li Xiu'e helped her forehead helplessly, walked out of the house with the baby girl in her arms, and closed the doors and windows.

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The family walked in the direction pointed by the little baby girl, got out of the courtyard wall and entered the mountain forest. They climbed up less than 100 meters along the winding and rugged mountain road. He flew down and landed in front of an inconspicuous mound.

In the withered and yellow weeds in front of the mound, there are a few shriveled berries the size of soybeans. If you don't look for them deliberately, no one will pay attention to the humble wild fruit, let alone think that there is another universe under the wild fruit.

"Chirp..."

The little chick landed in the grass, picked up the shriveled berries, swallowed them whole, and the black eyes flashed with excitement.

The fruits of century-old ginseng are undoubtedly a great tonic for newborn chicks.

"Yeah."

The little baby girl's white and tender fingers kept pointing at the dirt under the little berries.

"Let me see what she's referring to."

Su Hu squatted down, pulled away the grass, grabbed the soil with his big rough hands, raised it to the tip of his nose and sniffed it lightly.

The soil was stained with the morning dew, moist, soft, and smelled the same as usual.

"Chirp."

Seeing that he failed to comprehend the truth, the little chick jumped forward, throwing away the soil with its pointed beak, revealing the roots hidden under the grass.

"Father, I didn't want you to smell the dirt, there's something down there."

Li Xiu'e had a flash of inspiration and understood the meaning of the little chick: "Dig it out and have a look."

"Okay!"

Su Hu always blushed, disturbed the back of his head in embarrassment, and smirked with his mouth open.

He went up the mountain to cut firewood, hunt and do rough work all year round. His big hands were as hard as iron hooks.

Pulling out the dead grass that got in the way, he took turns with both hands, and soon dug two pits of different depths on both sides of the rhizome, exposing the ginseng roots rooted in the soil.

"Oh, sister Qiao, help me, my mother's legs are weak."

Li Xiu'e watched the ginseng gradually come into view, her heart beat faster, her eyes felt dizzy, and she almost couldn't stand still.

"Mom, be careful."

Sister Qiao stepped forward quickly and held her arm.

"Sister Qiao, run fast, go home and bring a small shovel."

Su Hu's eyes were dignified, he looked up at the sensible eldest daughter, and carefully told: "There is still a vegetable basket, bring it here together, don't talk too much when you meet outsiders on the road, and don't tell anyone that your parents are here."

"Well, sister Qiao knows."

Sister Qiao nodded sensiblely, let go of her mother's arms, let go of her feet and ran down the mountain.

"Buddha blesses, thank God for giving us a well-behaved and blessed daughter."

Li Xiu'e calmed down, hugging the little baby girl who giggled coquettishly in her arms, with picturesque features, she felt blessed and enlightened, clasped her hands together, and bowed in the direction of Foshou Temple.

"Give the baby a name."

Su Hu stopped digging, raised his head, and looked at his wife gently: "Since we decided to adopt her, we can count her as a family member, and we must have a name."

"Well, it's time to think of a name for the baby."

Li Xiu'e met her husband's gentle gaze, her heart was soft and warm, and with the love of God, she bestowed them with little Fuwa, and the more she looked at her, the more she liked them.

"Since it was given to us by God, let's call it a gift from God."

Su Hu thought back to his wife's words of gratitude just now, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and smiled cheerfully.

No!

It's too ugly!

The little baby girl and the little chick shivered at the same time and shook their heads together.

"You, what name are you blindly naming?"

Li Xiu'e looked at the disgusted expressions of one person and one bird, and couldn't help laughing: "There is no girl named that."