Tang Miao noticed that the two of them were leisurely, smiled slyly, and happily dug out the piece of bitter vegetable and put it into a bag. The aunt also squatted aside to help, her slightly wrinkled but firm hands washed by long-term labor. It rained a few days ago, and there are many fresh mushrooms in the woods. Tang Miao gained a lot from the aunt's guidance on which ones are poisonous and which ones are non-toxic.
Tang Xin waited for a while, feeling bored, and sang softly: "The 'little girl' picking mushrooms..."
Tang Miao glanced at him blankly, raised the brim of her hat, suddenly raised her eyebrows at him, and said with a smile: "No mobile phone, no money, are you afraid that I will leave you in the mountains?"
The singing stopped.
The curvature of Tang Sihuang's lips was barely noticeable.
Going forward all the way, Tang Miao made a mark on the tree with a dagger from time to time, so as not to get lost. When the aunt saw her, she smiled and said, "Young master, don't worry. We often walk on this mountain, it's like our own backyard, so we won't get lost."
Tang Miao smiled back without explaining. When the aunt saw his dimpled smile, the smile on his face became softer, and she asked him some insignificant questions from time to time, such as how old he was and what grade he was in.
Tang Sihuang had been paying attention secretly, and didn't hear her ask any sensitive topics, so he couldn't help but look at her differently.
The lush woods blocked the sun, but not the heat. After climbing up the steep slope for nearly an hour, Tang Xin was so exhausted and panting because she was carrying two large backpacks that she fell far behind. Several people were sweating. The three people in front stopped and waited for him from time to time. Tang Sihuang is still breathing steadily, because he often insists on exercising and his physical strength is very good. But Tang Miao didn't breathe while carrying a backpack, which surprised Tang Sihuang. His younger son's physical strength is not bad.
"Give it to me." Tang Sihuang stretched out his hand.
Tang Miao raised the brim of her hat that was blocking her view, and shook her head and smiled at him: "Daddy, I can move my back."
Tang Sihuang stared at him for a while, and saw that he looked very relaxed, and there was hardly any sweat on his face, so he believed that he was really not reluctant. But he still walked behind Tang Miao, took off the backpack, felt the weight in it, gave Tang Miao a strange look, and walked in front of Tang Miao with the bag in one hand, still walking at a leisurely pace.
Tang Miao was happy and relaxed, her eyes were like radar, and she was still searching around.
Tang Xin held a tree behind to take a rest, and asked weakly, "Auntie, how far is it?"
"Soon."
Tang Xin shut up. He has asked three times, and it is always the answer. Glancing at the relaxed Tang Miao, Tang Xin rolled her eyes indecently.
"Auntie, is that an egg?" Tang Miao sharp-eyed saw a chicken coop under a tree not far away, with half a dozen white eggs lying in it.
The aunt also looked pleasantly surprised, and said with a smile: "Young master, you are so lucky. Those are wild eggs, and the nutritional value of wild eggs is very high."
Tang Miao ran over quickly, picked up all seven eggs and carefully put them into the bag so as not to break them. She regretted secretly, if only she could catch the pheasant as well. After waiting for a while, the pheasant did not show up, so they had no choice but to leave.