Mo Canglan led a group of young men into the depths of the mountain overnight, following the guidance of the Ginseng Spirit, they harvested many urgently needed medicinal plants, and returned at dawn with great gains.
After handing over the medicinal plants to the doctors at Relief Medical Hall, the young men, exhausted, went back to their tents to sleep, not waking up until late in the morning.
By the time they opened their eyes, it was already past noon, and the fragrant aroma of food and the smell of stewed meat wafted in from outside the tent, stirring their taste buds.
"What a delicious smell, what's cooking? It smells so good!"
Shitou opened his eyes, sniffing the aroma, got up quickly without bothering to fix his messy hair, and was the first to rush out of the tent.
"That guy, he runs so fast."
Wang Meng rubbed his hungry stomach and followed getting up and heading outside.
"I smell Braised Wild Boar!"
Feng Yi shrugged his nose and stretched lazily.