Every year in the spring, I will take my children to the field to pick wild vegetables, one to let the children zero distance contact with nature, the second can exercise the children's hardworking perseverance, the third, of course, is to broaden the children's knowledge, so that he knows more plants.

That afternoon, I invited my son to go to the field to pick wild vegetables, at first my son has been reluctant, but could not withstand my lobbying, and finally my son reluctantly set off.

We soon arrived at our destination, a small ditch where we had already picked ferns many times.

Ferns

There were so many ferns, and they were everywhere as if they were on display, all of them towering high as if to show off their good growth.

But because of the sweltering heat, the child never had much enthusiasm for picking, and kept muttering, "Mom, it's so hot, people will dry out in the sun."

I replied: "There is so exaggerated ah, bake people dry? It's not summer, it's about 30 degrees at most."

That's what I said, but it's not a pleasant experience to be basking in the cloudy sun on this uncovered ground, and it wasn't long before the drops of sweat began to flow freely - my face was crawling with tiny streams of sweat, and my mouth was so dry that I felt like my throat was about to go up in smoke, and I was so thirsty that I couldn't stand it.

Son had long since stopped picking ferns, and all the time he just screamed, "Mom, that's enough, go home. It's too hot, mom, don't be greedy.

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I patiently said: "It's not easy to pick wild greens on weekends, and the ferns are so cheap here. You don't know how hard it is to pick wild greens in the morning, they're all hiding in the thorn bushes, and mom's hand was pricked by the thorns in a few places. The weather is hot and I'm thirsty, so just bear with me and we'll have water when we get home."

It was only after my persuasion that my son lazily picked the ferns that were within reach.

After picking the wild greens next to the gutter, I told the boy to wait over here while I crossed the little wooden bridge to pick them, but the boy said he wanted to go over there, so we crossed the bridge together to pick the greens.

There were a lot of ferns right next to the little bridge, but just as I was bending down to pick them, my son shouted, "Mom, caterpillars, caterpillars with thorns."

As soon as I heard caterpillar, I immediately retracted my hand: "Caterpillar, where is it? Don't you dare scare me." "Really mom, it's right there, there are 2 caterpillars, they are black and have white spines on them."

I looked at the abominable, creepy caterpillars and really wanted to give up on that little patch of fern, but my son volunteered, "Mom, go away, I'll pick it."

"Really, you dare to go?"

Son immediately walked over, looking at the fearless son in front of me, I hurriedly used a branch to press the caterpillar reeds to the other side, while I was full of fear.

When my son finished picking all the ferns, I covered my fluttering chest and took a long breath, "Son, you're so brave, if I come alone, I will not want those ferns, I'm scared to death."

We continued to pick the wild greens, I don't know if it was the praise earlier that did the trick,or the fact that I had told my children about the efficacy of the wild greens that day, but my son actually took the initiative and said that he would stay over there to pick the small roots of garlic, and I would go to the other side of the bank to pick the ferns.

Later, when I returned to the other bank, my child was still very excited, calling out, "Mommy, Mommy, there's beautiful Fish Ferns here, do you want them?"

Fishweed

I laughed, "Of course I want it if it's tender, fishweed can cure a cough, haven't you been coughing a bit lately?"

And so it was that one of us, mother and son, picked wild greens - my son picking Fishweed with Small Roots of Garlic, and me picking ferns.

Small Root Garlic

When we finished picking the wild vegetables in front of us, my son argued that he wanted to go home again, and this time I formally did the work of his mind: "You say that you will be roasted into jerky by picking wild vegetables like this, but what about those uncles and aunts who are working in the fields? They have to work every day with their faces to the ground and their backs to the earth, even in summer, so can they still live? If we pick wild vegetables like this, at best we are just having fun and having a close contact with nature. Mommy promises you one more place to pick, and then we'll go home, okay?"

The understanding child didn't complain anymore and continued on her way.

That's when we found the "spiny shoots" and they were everywhere. I remembered that last week when I was visiting the graves, I noticed that there were a lot of prickly shoots growing on both sides of the road, but last time I didn't wear gloves and my husband wouldn't cooperate, so I had to look at the prickly shoots, which were sharper than needles, and sigh in despair!

The spiny shoots

Today, although wearing gloves, but in the face of the spiny shoots, I was still careful to start.

The first thing I did was to observe the growth of the shoots, then I judged where I should start, and when I saw it, I gave it a push and a snap, and I got a fresh, tender shoot.

In front of me, my child is also gradually into the state, after all, is a child, there is a point of excitement, the fatigue, thirst are thrown to the clouds, he has been excitedly shouting: "Mom, prickly shoots! After a while, it was shortened to "Sprout, Sprout!" and finally "There are no spiny shoots here" to fool me.

We picked a lot of spiny shoots along the way, and my son told me that I should cut off the spines when I got home, so that they would be tasty, otherwise they would sting.

Cutting off the thorns is something I haven't really thought about, but I think I'll give it a try.

The farther we went, and the more excited the kid got, especially when he saw a small fir sapling on the slope next to the road, the more excited the kid got to shout, "Mommy, sapling, I want to plant a tree."

I smiled and agreed, "Okay, later mom will dig this sapling home and pay you back for the sapling you owed last time." The last time my child dug up a pine sapling, which he later threw away on his own, I promised to dig one up for him, so now I can fulfill my promise.

I thought it was time for us to go home, our only regret was that we hadn't picked any satisfactory reflections yet, so we went in search of them again.

Walking, walking, searching, laughing, we finally picked a big handful of crystal red, either in full bloom or in bud, and the kids started yelling for us to go home again.

Rhododendron

We walked back to the house satisfied - there was a big bag of wild vegetables, no, two bags, one for the kid and one for me, and there were ferns, fritillaries, rootlets, garlic, spiky shoots, and a couple of others that I couldn't name, and most of all the kid's happiness was that we dug up three saplings!

By the way, there was also a hot blooming reflector in our hands.

This is the whole process of picking wild vegetables in the wild for us, mother and son. It's a great sense of accomplishment because this time, not only is it fruitful, but it's also full of varieties, hahaha, happy, really happy.