"Chongchong, dear, we are going to pick this herb and give you this sweet, sweet fruit."
Nannan picked up a plump little bug with her fingers, and then uprooted an herb with three crescent-shaped leaves, one of which had tiny teeth marks from the bug.
My brother said that this herb is called March Grass, and drug dealers usually give a relatively high price. She blew on the mud, and then carefully put the herbs into the small medicine basket behind her.
Nannan held a red fruit in one hand, which was covered with small teeth marks that she had just chewed. She gently bit off a small piece of pulp and placed it in front of the little bug, which was considered as fulfillment of her promise.
This fat little insect has become spiritually intelligent. It is bulging with anger, and its fat body has gained weight due to anger. Just when it is about to use its own magic to teach the cute little girl in front of it a little lesson. , Nannan suddenly reached out and pinched its body.
"Chongchong, you are really fat. If you eat too much, you will be eaten!" Nannan pouted, eyes widened, and said to the little insect in a serious manner.
Not far away, a young man was smiling as he watched his sister talking to an insect. The medicine basket behind him was filled with freshly picked herbs.
The red fruits were naturally just picked. I have to say that I was very lucky today. Not only did I encounter delicious wild fruits, but I also harvested a lot of medicinal herbs.
The boy was in a good mood.
The little bug felt so comfortable being pinched that he even opened his mouth and spit out bubbles. Just as he was about to change his position, he found that the little girl had already run to another herb.
That's it. Since you gave me such a comfortable massage, I'll let you go, hum. But this fruit is indeed quite sweet, I will look for it later.
Although it had no wings, the fat little bug soared into the air to find the fruit that the little girl had just fed to it.
In the forest in the early morning, the stream gurgled. After a night of settling down, the air is filled with fresh vitality.
The breeze blew, the leaves rustled, and the little girl's tender voice came from the forest.
"Crystalis, crushed and applied to the wound, helps the wound heal; Pearl Orchid... smells so good... added to the porridge, it can make the porridge more fragrant; March Grass, it is said to be a material used by immortals to make elixirs. It’s a pity that some of them were eaten away by insects, but there are still two small moons left, so they should be able to sell for a good price.”
Nannan squatted by the stream, cleaning the morning's harvest with her brother, occasionally picking up a plant and taking a bite. However, she always cleans the herbs that are sold to apothecaries, carefully sorts them into categories, and puts them into the cleaned medicine baskets.
After cleaning the last herb, the young man clapped his hands, pinched his delicate nose, and said with a smile:
"Nanny has worked hard today. Tomorrow we will go to Yancheng to buy some delicious food for Nanny."
Although we live in the world of monks, mortals also have their own way of life. If there are villages, there will naturally be cities. Some monks will occasionally enter the world and get drunk in mortal wine shops. It is known as the practice of entering the world, and there are many great monks with terrifying strength.
Therefore, although many races are dissatisfied with the human race, massacres rarely occur. Although those powerful foreign monks can destroy a city with just a stomp of their feet, God knows if a stronger human elder will jump out and destroy it.
I am afraid that only the royal family and the imperial family that once gave birth to the ancient emperor and mastered the ancient emperor's weapons dare to attack the human race, but this must be equivalent to declaring war on the entire human race. The alien races are on their own and are on guard against each other. If both the human race and the human race are harmed by this, it will be in vain. If other clans take advantage, they may not even be able to keep the inheritance.
In this way, even though there are thousands of races, there are still countless human cities standing on this vast land, bustling with people, and maintaining a lively market atmosphere all day long.
The Yancheng mentioned by the young man is one of them, belonging to the relatively small category.
After hearing what the young man said, Nannan shook her two braids happily and nodded.
This way, my brother can also have a full meal, hehe.
