"Dad, don't worry. I just washed my head outside. It was so uncomfortable before, but now it feels much better!"

Yang Ruqing chuckled, and to ease her father's worries, she even playfully brushed a few strands of hair from her forehead and winked mischievously.

Yang Hua Zhong and Mrs. Sun were both taken aback by their daughter's actions, but the two immediately smiled with delight.

When she saw her parents' furrowed brows soften into smiles, Cai Yi was finally happy. Yang Ruoqing felt a surge of accomplishment!

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“Qinger’s father, you lie down and rest for a while, I’ll go cook! Qinger, you ran around during the day, you must be tired. Go back to your room and rest for a while, mother will call you when the meal is ready!” Sun Shi stood up straight, gave an instruction, then turned and hurried out.

"Father, I'll go help mother in the kitchen. You rest well," Yang Ruqing said to Yang Huazhong. After receiving a nod from Yang Huazhong, she skipped toward the kitchen.

In the kitchen, a soybean oil lamp flickered on the stove. In the makeshift stove built by Uncle Chang-Geng in the corner, Mrs. Sun stuffed firewood into it just as she had ignited it, and flames began to rise.

　　Mrs. Sun didn't just relax at home in the afternoon. She took out ten or so kilograms of rice from the fifty kilograms that the Old Yang family had received when they split up. She went to Chang Geng's house and borrowed their stone mill, pounding more than seven kilograms of white rice. She brought the leftover rice hulls back and piled them by the stove.

When Yang Ruoqing came in, she was squatting there washing rice. Then, the fire from the small stove picked out those grains of husk floating on the surface of the water, and she washed the rice three or two times before adding fresh water, covering it with a lid, and placing it on the small stove. She added a handful of pine wood underneath to make the fire burn more vigorously.

"Qinger, why are you back in the kitchen again?" Sun Shi turned around to prepare to tidy up the basket Yang Ruqing had brought back, only to see that Yang Ruqing had already brought it over.

“I’m not tired, come and see mother cooking.” Yang Ruqing said with a smile.

"Hey, what's there to look at? I just grabbed some freshly milled rice. I'm going to cook some porridge for us tonight. Your Aunt Guihua brought eggs and dried chilies over this morning. When the porridge is ready, I'll make some scrambled eggs with dried chilies for you two to eat!" said Mrs. Sun.

Thinking of those spicy dried chili peppers, Yang Ruqing's saliva couldn't help but trickle down!

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Yang Ruqing immediately shook her head: "Mother, we agreed not to fry eggs at night. We're keeping them for my father's water-boiled eggs. Besides, his wound isn't suitable for spicy food; it's irritating!"

Mrs. Sun suddenly realized, "What should we do? Plain rice porridge has no seasoning, how can we eat it?"

Yang Ruqing blinked and pushed the basket in front of Sun Shi. "When the porridge boils, we'll put these wild vegetables in. I dug a lot this afternoon, enough for us to eat for two days!"

Mrs. Sun took the bamboo basket from Yang Ruqing's hand and brought over a sieve, spreading it on the ground. She shook the basket upside down, causing the contents to cascade onto the sieve.

“My goodness, purslane, shepherd’s purse, okra... oh my, such fresh matsutake mushrooms!” Mrs. Sun looked at each one with delight, her face brimming with excitement and surprise, especially those plump, succulent matsutake mushrooms, still carrying the earthy aroma of the soil.

Suddenly remembering something, Mrs. Sun raised her eyes and stared at Yang Ruqing with a nervous expression: "Ruqing, you...went to the mountains behind?"

Yang Ruqing nodded and smiled, "Not only are the wild vegetables gone from the field edges, but even the weeds have been pulled up! I went to the forest behind the village to try my luck. Hey, luck was really on my side!"

"Oh, you child!" Mrs. Sun didn't know what to say, her face full of fear: "You absolutely cannot go there again tomorrow!"

"Why, mother?"

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"That forest inside, it's not clean! People from our village all have to go in groups. Even grown-ups like us wouldn't dare to go alone!" Mrs. Sun said.

“What’s there to be unclean about? It’s just that the forest is big, and after rain, mist rises inside, making it easy to get lost. That’s all!” Yang Ruqing said with a hint of puzzlement: “Besides, there are lots of wild vegetables inside, and quite a few fresh matsutake mushrooms too if you go in.”

"My dear daughter, you needn't ask any more questions. Just listen to your mother, and from now on, don't go back into that forest. Your mother won't harm you!"

Deep in the woods, there was a kiln. It's said that over ten years ago, they still burned bricks there. Later on, nobody knows what happened, the kiln collapsed, and several people who hadn't had time to escape were buried alive inside.

After that, no one dared to go to that kiln anymore. It is said that it is still haunted!

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Further on, if a child in the village died, they would wrap them in straw curtains and throw them into the kiln. The woods connected to Mount Mianniu behind, and the wild animals inside were starving. They went to the kiln to forage for food. Over time, that part of the forest became even more deserted by people.

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Even the strong men of the village would have to go in groups of three or five under the bright daylight to collect reeds, and even then they wouldn't dare venture deep inside!

A few days ago, my friend's daughter was extremely ill. My mother-in-law said that if she couldn't get better, they should quickly wrap her in a mat and send her out the back door to the kiln...

These things, Mrs. Sun absolutely wouldn't tell her daughter about them under any circumstances.

Yang Ruqing saw that Mrs. Sun was like this, and knew that no matter how she questioned her, she wouldn't get anything out of her, so she didn't force it. She also crouched down and, with Mrs. Sun, picked out wild vegetables by the light emanating from the small stove. Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate! ?

She had already washed these vegetables in the stream, so all she needed to do was rinse them and chop them up before putting them into the pot. It didn't take any effort at all.

The mother and daughter were sorting through the wild vegetables and matsutake mushrooms, whispering to each other in hushed tones.

　　The shepherd's purse is a little bit old, the taste will be a little bitter. Sun rinsed the shepherd's purse with water, rubbed off the bitterness inside, chopped it finely, and then spread it evenly on a sieve to dry in the wind. The dried shepherd's purse powder can be used to wrap dumplings, make shepherd's purse cakes, or directly stir-fried with chili sauce for a very delicious side dish!

The fresh, tender purslane was washed clean and chopped into small pieces. Then, two matsutake mushrooms were washed and sliced thinly. They were put together in a pot of boiling water. Sun Shi added a pinch of salt and star anise to the pot, stirred gently with a spatula to combine evenly, then covered it. Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

Yang Ruqing was busy preparing the spinach, and said to Sun, "Mother, the spinach is almost done. I'll go back to the house to get the chili sauce that Aunt Dayun sent to mix with the spinach!"

"Alright, go for it!"

After a short while, Yang Ruqing returned, holding a small jar of brown sauce in her hands, but her face looked rather unpleasant.

“Girl, what’s wrong with you?” Mrs. Sun came over and asked.

“Mother, look at this altar!” Yang Ruqing presented the altar to Sun Shi.

Before she could even take it, Sun saw that the mouth and sides of the jar were covered in a ring of chili paste. She picked up the jar and weighed it: “Oh my, it’s so much lighter!”

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