This kind of thinking is dangerous, Yu Tingwan painfully vetoed it.
She started running up the mountain again.
She left at dawn and came down the mountain when it was already dark. She couldn't spare a moment to return to the old house and ran to Old Man Qian's place.
Old Man Qian, who was about to sleep, was quite puzzled.
"You want to sell me medicinal herbs?"
Yu Tingwan nodded.
Old Man Qian was just about to chase her away. What nonsense, what do you know about medicinal herbs?
But Yu Tingwan dumped the whole basket of medicinal herbs from her back, and not a single weed was among them.
His expression suddenly changed.
"You understand these?"
Yu Tingwan: "No, but I remembered them."
"Last time, in the mountains, the ones you showed Aunt Hui Niang looked like this."
But last time I only pointed out three kinds, and here you have six!
Before he could ask, Yu Tingwan was especially honest.
