Guo Dong was very much looking forward to it—she was always amazed by the efficacy of the Golden Sakura each time she prepared the medicine.
Now she held great anticipation for the Ai Cao as well.
If not for this reason, having practiced medicine for many years, she wouldn't fail to recognize those who sold genuine, aged Ai Zhu, so why was she insistent on trying the new Ai this time?
Right then, when Lao Song's family was preparing to put away the Ai Cao in the evening, Guo Dong came along as well. She even asked Song Sancheng, who was busy working:
"Uncle, if you have time, could you help me cut a finer piece of bamboo?"
She gestured: "—Just about this wide, I only need one section, I'll use it to fill the Ai Zhu tomorrow."
The stuffing machines in the factories could do it much faster and more efficiently, but with their small volume, anything that worked would suffice.
At this moment, the sun had already set, and cutting a bamboo was not the slightest bit difficult.