A strong force suddenly came from behind, and Yun Nuonuo rolled down the slope uncontrollably like a broken sack.
"I really believe you, Zhao Laipi!" There was a buzz in her head, and her CPU almost burned out.
The old face of the clan leader Li Changshou was still lingering in front of her eyes, saying that there was something wrong with the feng shui of the ancestral tomb, and that she was forced to come to the mountains behind this forbidden area to pick some "resurrection grass".
She was an orphan who collected herbs. She couldn't even find her name in the family tree. Where could she find her ancestral grave?
But the patriarch spoke and sent Zhao Laipi, the most idle person in the village, to "escort" her. What can she do? Life is not easy, Nuo Nuo sighed.
She should have known that the weasel had no good intentions when paying New Year greetings to the rooster.
Zhao Laipi's sneaky eyes never left the medicine basket behind her from the beginning.
It was not an ordinary basket. It was the only relic left by Grandma Wang who raised her. It contained her mother-in-law's lifelong experience in collecting herbs and some life-saving medicine bags.
"Nuo Nuo, people in the mountains are more ferocious than poisonous snakes. You have to protect this basket as your lifeblood." Granny Wang's words were still in her ears, but she had already been pushed down.
