Others are fleeing famine, but I am a salted fish

Perhaps it was because of the medicine, the girls fell into a deep sleep after chatting for a while, leaving Lin Xiaoyue alone to keep watch. They slept very soundly.

The night is lonely, but the night in the mountains is not lonely. The faint chirping of insects and the animals shuttling through the woods occasionally break the silence of the night and play a unique melody that belongs to the mountains.

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The night passed quite peacefully, until the sky began to brighten and the birds in the forest chirped, the three of them woke up from their deep sleep.

After a good sleep, the three of them felt more energetic, but the pain in their injured parts became more intense.

After waking up, I found that Lin Xiaoyue had even cooked breakfast for me. What a miracle.

Of course, it was just plain porridge, without any side dishes or even a green leaf.

There's no way. It's Lin Xiaoyue's fault for not being able to tell the difference between green vegetables and weeds. If she eats them, she might get a stomachache. It's safer to not put anything in.

Three people: We are injured after all, so you give us this to eat? Don’t think we don’t smell the aroma of instant noodles in the air…

Lin Xiaoyue pretended not to notice the accusing looks in the three people's eyes and quietly turned her eyes away, pretending she saw nothing.

Fortunately, after a night of rest, although the second sister Lin Zhaodi's movements were a little stiff, the injury to her lower back was not to the point where she could not move. Therefore, everyone did not rush to go down the mountain and insisted on staying on the mountain to look for herbs.

Xiaocao knew that even if she persuaded everyone to go back first and wait until they recovered before going up the mountain, or wait until the herbs in the town clinic were no longer in short supply and then buy them directly from the clinic, she knew that no matter how much she said, they would not go down the mountain. She could only lower her head silently and thank everyone solemnly.

After everyone had finished eating, Lin Xiaoyue asked the three to sit aside. She quickly cleared the dishes and then pulled Lin Zhaodi to secretly take out the safflower oil from the space and pushed it on her. The pain made her scream like a pig being slaughtered, tears streaming down her face. She cursed Lin Xiaoyue for wanting to kill her, the second sister, and turning from the third to the second...

Listen, listen, what kind of nonsense is this? You're going from level three to level two, are you thinking you're playing a promotion game?

However, she still comforted him while pushing him, "Second sister, please bear with it. If it hurts, it means it's blocked, and if it's blocked, it won't hurt. Just bear with it, and it will pass."

Lin Zhaodi: You just got through it, you just got through it.

It hurt so much that she was dying. Why didn't she realize before that her third sister's pushing force to promote blood circulation and dissipate blood stasis was so deadly? Next time, she must not let her do it again. Her old waist can't stand her torment.

It took Lin Xiaoyue a little while to let go of Lin Zhaodi. She was so frightened that her face turned pale, tears and snot were all over her face, and she ran and crawled out of the tent as if a vicious dog was chasing her.

Lin Zhaodi: You must be kidding. Our San Ya is so powerful that even tigers would crawl on the ground and call her the boss. What is a vicious dog?

When Lin Zhaodi ran behind Chun Xing and Xiao Cao to hide from her third sister, the smell of safflower oil on her body made their noses twitch, but they quickly covered it up.

Of course Lin Xiaoyue saw that the two men stiffened for a moment, but they said nothing and simply ignored the pungent smell of safflower oil.

That's good. People who keep their mouths shut are trustworthy.

When she was using safflower oil on Lin Zhaodi, she thought about what excuses she could make if the two asked about it, but then she thought, she didn't know how long they would be together in the future, and she couldn't lie to them again and again. So she just told them the truth.

Anyway, she won't tell you. As for how much they can guess, it depends on their sixth sense.

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Chun Xing has a fractured right hand, so she now wears a splint and uses a bandage to hang her injured right hand in front of her chest to reduce the damage caused by gravity and facilitate recovery.

Except for Lin Xiaoyue's backpack, the other three all came with baskets on their backs. This was fine. She folded the tent cloth and put it away, pretending to put it in her backpack, but actually moved it into the space. In this way, she could carry Xiaocao directly on her back and let her carry her backpack and crossbow.

As for Xiaocao and Chunxing's backpacks, she packed up the things and only left some light and useful things in Lin Zhaodi's backpack. As for heavy things like pots, after thinking about it, she threw them away.

When the three saw that she had thrown away even the pot, they wanted to stop her, but then they thought of the current situation and understood her idea and acquiesced in her behavior of throwing away even the pot.

What else to do?

Lin Zhaodi is not Lin Xiaoyue. She carried the iron pot weighing dozens of kilograms up the mountain as if nothing had happened.

The herbs that Chun Xing picked couldn't be thrown away. They took them internally and applied them externally. This medicine was the most important. A small pottery jar couldn't be thrown away. They boiled and steamed the medicine, and even cooked rice and soup before going down the mountain.

Xiaocao was light and small, so Lin Xiaoyue didn't make a special carrying frame and just carried him on her back. Of course, the key point was that she didn't have the skills of Lin Lao.

Within half an hour, the four girls set foot on the forest again and continued their exploration.

Due to the scorching heat, the forest here is already "full of colors". At a glance, the withered yellow leaves are hanging on the branches, swaying and fluttering, waiting for a slight breeze to fall down.

The ground in the ravine was already covered with a layer of withered yellow, gray and black fallen leaves. Lin Xiaoyue led the way, carrying Xiaocao on her back, while Chunxing and Lin Zhaodi followed closely behind.

Chun Xing would stop from time to time to pick some herbs, and no one else would disturb them. They would just walk and stop. When Chun Xing stopped again, squatted in a bush and used her intact left hand to hold the hoe to dig herbs, Lin Xiaoyue would walk around the area carrying Xiao Cao on her back.

In the distance in the dead forest ahead, you can see clusters of white, light yellow, or yellow-brown furry balls attached to the withered tree trunks or branches.

Looks like... a monkey head???

Out of curiosity, Lin Xiaoyue carried Xiaocao over to take a closer look.

When I got closer, I could smell a fresh and rich fragrance. Then I took a closer look and saw that the big, fleshy thing with many soft hairs on its surface was none other than Hericium erinaceus.

It is said that wild Hericium erinaceus is very rare and ridiculously expensive, because it has high medicinal value. It can be used to treat stomach problems, neurasthenia, improve immunity, and fight tumors.

Lin Xiaoyue was excited and called Chun Xing and Lin Zhaodi to come over.

I didn’t expect that this damn place actually has so many good things.

"Sister San Ya, what is that?" Xiao Cao didn't know what Hericium erinaceus was, but seeing Lin Xiaoyue was extremely excited, he asked.

Lin Xiaoyue thought to herself: It’s right that you don’t know. In the ancient times of her previous life, Hericium erinaceus was an extremely rare and valuable thing. If people wanted to pick it, they usually had to go into the deep mountains and forests to look for it.

Because this thing is rare, it is extremely expensive. After picking Hericium erinaceus, some herbalists are generally reluctant to eat it themselves, but choose to sell it at the market or offer it as tribute to dignitaries.