Yin Zhaoye was still working overtime before his death, and there were three numbers on the table that couldn't match up.
When she opened her eyes again, she was lying in a leaky room in Qingshi'ao. Po Yao said that she fell from the north slope. But she didn't remember why she went up the mountain, and she didn't know what the strange, charred bird with a mouth full of tiny teeth among the rocks had to do with her.
A few days later, problems began to arise with the medicinal herbs in nearby villages. The medicinal roots are blackened from the core, cannot be dried in the sun, and insects and ants will not touch them. The county government said it was an insect infestation, but the drug store refused to discuss it. Some people secretly offered high prices to buy this bad medicine.
The original Yin Zhaoye probably went to Beipo for this money.
She wanted to find out, but now she almost ran out of money for hotel accommodation. It happened that the Qingxiu Villa was recruiting handymen to take care of food, food and housing, and they were paid 120 cash per month, so she entered the courtyard and started from carrying water, washing baskets and identifying seedlings.
She didn't look for Beipo again.
However, the things on the north slope came to her along the medicine carts, warehouses and loads of fertile soil with unknown origins.
After the trial period expired, Yin Zhaoye got a chance to see his spirit.
Five spiritual roots.
This is a slow and expensive start.
Fortunately she has survived. The road ahead is nothing more than walking one journey after another and learning one thing after another. The palm-sized thin book of twine will also follow her, recording from a black root in Qingshi'ao to the mountains and rivers farther away.
She wanted to see how big this world was.
[No CP | Mortal flow | Growth at the bottom | Group portraits of women | Big world exploration]
Intention: Live seriously and move toward a bigger world