South Wind took out the hoe he had prepared from the carriage.
Including Fan Mingyuan and Mo Yuan, the four of them each took one and prepared to create a path up the mountain.
Brother Hao and Sister Huan also ran to help.
It was winter now, and the weeds had withered. It wasn't difficult to clean them up, but Song Jingchen's back was already injured, and he had to bend down to do this kind of work. After a while, there was a faint trace of blood on his back.
Shen Yijia puffed up her cheeks and got into the carriage to pour a glass of hot water. When no one saw her, she dripped a drop of spiritual liquid into it.
She had used one drop during the emperor's blessing ceremony. In order to save One Dot, she had used another drop. This was the last drop of spiritual liquid she had saved.
Fortunately, Fan Mingyuan's body had almost recovered. She didn't have to drip any more spiritual liquid into the well. She could save it up in the future.
