A renowned ancient physician transmigrates into the body of an abandoned woman, only to be sold off

"Push this cart with me to the back of the mountain, and you'll find out soon enough."

Song Zhili didn't explain much to Qingfeng. After she finished speaking, she walked ahead with He Chengjing and He Miaomiao.

Qingfeng and Qingshuang exchanged a glance and quickly followed after them.

Song Zhili and He Chengjing stopped when they reached the outside of the cave.

"Ah Li, what are we doing here? I see Qingfeng and the others haven't come up yet. Is it easy for them to push that cart up? There are trees blocking the way here."

He Miaomiao looked around. The area was all planted with bamboo, and there was no road specifically built around it.

The cart that Qingfeng was pushing wasn't easy to get on unless they carried it over themselves.

Song Zhili also saw the current situation. She walked towards He Miaomiao and turned to call out down the mountain.

"Qingfeng Qingshuang, if you can't push that cart up, leave it down there for now, and you guys can come up first."

"Ok."

Song Zhili heard the response from down the mountain. After thinking for a moment, she went into the cave and removed all the straw that had been covering it.

Then the food inside the cave was stored in the space.

At first, she thought that if the cart could come over, she could have Qingfeng and the others move the grain onto it, but now the cart can't get on.

If they had to carry the grain down the mountain trip by trip, it would be too tiring. It would be better for her to put the grain in her spatial storage and then take it out after walking down the mountain.

This way, we don't have to move it.

Song Zhili quickly stored all the food in the cave into her spatial storage, and then walked out of the cave.

Just then, Song Zhili sensed a rustling sound in the woods to her left. Turning her head to look in that direction, she saw Qingzhu using her lightness skill to fly up from below.

When they arrived at the cave entrance, Song Zhili saw that he was carrying large and small bags.

When Qingzhu came up, she saw Song Zhili and the others standing at the cave entrance, and she was quite surprised.

"Master and Mistress, why are you both standing at the cave entrance? Is there something wrong with the food inside?"

Qingzhu's first thought was whether the grain that Song Zhili had left there had been discovered by the villagers and taken away.

"It's alright. I was just thinking that since you're back, it would be difficult for you to carry all this grain down here. I had Qingfeng borrow a cart so it would be easier to haul the grain down."

"You're back. Perfect timing, let's go down together. Qingfeng is down there."

Upon hearing that their food supplies were safe, Qingzhu breathed a sigh of relief and followed behind Song Zhili and the others, heading down the mountain together.

They had only been gone a short while when they ran into Qing Shuang and Qing Feng, who were walking up.

The two were puzzled when they saw Song Zhili and the others coming down from up there. They didn't understand why Song Zhili had asked them to push a cart over, since they had only stayed on the mountain for a short while before coming down.

Qingfeng's gaze swept over everyone's hands, and he saw that everyone except Qingzhu had empty hands.

Qingzhu's belongings were far too few to fit on a cart, so he asked in confusion.

"Master, Mistress, why did you come down empty-handed again? Didn't you say you were bringing a cart to load things up?"

When Qing Shuang saw Song Zhili come down empty-handed, she immediately guessed that the things they were moving were probably in the mistress's secret space.

Everyone present already knew about this. Qingfeng had also been in Song Zhili's space at the time, but he was under the influence of a curse.

So no one has this memory. Thinking of this, Qing Shuang nudged Qing Feng's arm with her elbow and whispered to him.

"Brother Qingfeng, don't ask anymore. No matter what you see later, you should pretend you didn't see it."

Before Qingfeng could understand the meaning behind Qingshuang's words, Song Zhili had already passed them and continued walking down the mountain.

Seeing that Song Zhili and He Chengjing had already gone downstairs, while Qingfeng was still standing there in a daze, Qingshuang mustered up her courage and pulled Qingfeng's arm to go downstairs with her.

"Brother Qingfeng, stop standing there! The mistress and the others have already gone down. Let's hurry and catch up."

Qingfeng seemed to come to his senses and followed Qingshuang down the mountain.

When the two of them reached the place where the cart was placed at the foot of the mountain, Qingfeng's eyes widened at the sight before him. The cart was piled high with rice and flour.

There were even buckets of oil next to the pile of rice and flour. He recognized the oil because he had seen Song Zhili cook with it before.

Suddenly, it all felt so unreal. I thought I was seeing things, so I rubbed my eyes hard and looked at the cart again.

He noticed that everything on the cart was still there, and then he remembered what Qing Shuang had told him before. In fact, he had known before that Song Zhili had some little secrets, but he had never seen them so directly before.

This time, he saw it most directly. He turned his head to look at the expressions on everyone's faces and saw that none of them had any other expression.

It seemed that apart from himself being so surprised, everyone else had already gotten used to it. He really didn't know what had happened during the time he was under the influence of the curse.

Before he could think it through, Qingzhu, who was pushing the cart below, saw Qingfeng's state and shouted loudly at him, "Qingfeng, stop standing there in a daze, come down and help us return these things."

"Oh, here we come."

Qingfeng subconsciously responded and quickly ran down the mountain to Qingzhu's side, where they pushed the cart together towards the village.

As he walked, he asked in confusion, "Qingzhu, what is the mistress doing with so much rice and flour? Is she going to give it to the village chief?"

Hearing Qingfeng's unnecessary question, Qingzhu glared at him irritably. Wasn't it obvious? They were going to be staying at the village chief's house from now on; they couldn't keep eating and drinking at someone else's house forever.

He felt that Qingfeng seemed a lot dumber after being poisoned this time, and not as shrewd as before.

Qingfeng also noticed Qingzhu's look and thought about it carefully. He realized that his question was somewhat unnecessary.

And so, Qingfeng and Qingzhu pushed the cart at the front, while Song Zhili and the others followed behind, walking back to the village together.

When they first entered the village, some villagers saw them pushing so many things into the village and looked at them curiously.

Amuyi was playing with his sister and a few other children at the village entrance when he noticed that the other children were looking in the direction of Qingzhu and Qingfeng. He looked up and followed their gaze.

Overjoyed, she ran towards Song Zhili and the others, asking, "Sisters, where did you go? Why are you pushing such a cart full of things? What are all these things?"