As long as one was perceptive enough, there were many medicinal herbs to be found in the mountains.
Han Qiao really didn't mind. No matter what kind of herbs she knew, she would dig them up and put them into the cloth bag she had prepared.
Each cloth bag contained a type of herb.
"Mother, do you think this is Lingzhi?" Sun Xiu exclaimed.
Han Qiao immediately went over.
Under a decaying tree, there were more than ten Lingzhi.
"It's Lingzhi. Be careful, don't damage it." Han Qiao quickly instructed.
The three of them began to dig carefully into the soil and dig out the roots of the Lingzhi. In order to sell it for a good price, they did not dare to damage the roots at all. They carefully wrapped it up and placed it in a bag filled with grass.
The thirteen stalks of Lingzhi looked very good in color and should be able to sell for money.