After cleaning the fish, Xia Xibei went to the side, squatted down, and picked something up.
The photographer came over to take a look, smelling a familiar pungent scent.
This seemed to be a green onion!
Did this wilderness have green onions?
However, this question was not difficult to answer.
This was not far from the village. There could have been birds bringing green onions here, or someone had sown seeds to grow the green onions.
Xia Xibei's footsteps didn't stop there, she turned to another place, dug again, and unearthed a piece of something yellow.
Ginger?
The photographer was dumbfounded.
There was ginger here?
What the- Did the villagers farm everywhere? Didn't they have their own land?
How in the world did Xia Xibei know there was green onion and ginger here?
