The basket was left in a hidden spot to prevent hunters from taking it. Then, the group continued walking with their small hoes.
The young monk still clung tightly to a corner of Chu Qingzhi's clothing, his big watery eyes darting around curiously, taking in the surroundings.
Suddenly, Chu Qingyan slapped her face, killing a mosquito and leaving a red mark. She turned back to Chu Qingzhi with concern, "Fifth Sister, watch out for mosquitoes, don't get bitten."
"Okay," Chu Qingzhi looked around and picked a handful of herbs, tying them into a bouquet and handing them to Chu Qingyan, "Hold this, and the mosquitoes won't bother you anymore."
Chu Qingyan smiled sweetly, "Thank you, Fifth Sister."
The young monk, looking at the herb bundle in Chu Qingyan's hand, turned his big eyes to Chu Qingzhi. Without saying a word, his eyes conveyed his desire to have one too.
