Xiaoqi left, and after hesitating for a while, Yuanbao followed him.
The five-year-old little girl had slimmed down, even the baby fat on her cheeks, which was once plump, had disappeared.
"Why are you following me?" Xiaoqi turned around to look at Yuanbao hiding behind the tree, sounding helpless.
"Brother Xiaoqi, I also know about herbs. I'll go with you," Yuanbao said shyly, clutching the corner of her clothes.
"I don't need your help. Go back early."
Xiaoqi, with a cold face, did not accept her kindness. He just left a single sentence and turned to leave hurriedly.
Watching his figure gradually disappear into the forests, a hint of melancholy crossed Yuanbao's face.
After a long conversation with Chi Sheng, Old Xu left, leaving only Chi Sheng staring blankly in the Main Hall.
The people in the stronghold had started learning to brew wine, and about two hundred people could move from the village.