When they reached the leeward side of a huge boulder and saw a large patch of grayish-white grass, Chiang Xiao's eyes immediately lit up.
She had just listened to them discussing Little hemp straw, mentioning the characteristics of Little hemp straw.
Now, this clump of grass fit the description of Little hemp straw perfectly.
Grayish-white, looking as if it had already withered, yet upon closer inspection, it was still full of vitality.
"Nobody can stop good luck!" Chiang Xiao was about to hum a tune and couldn't help but give herself a thumbs up.
She took out a shovel, ready to dig up this clump of Little hemp straw.
While Chiang Xiao was digging for medicinal herbs on the mountain, Meng Xinian was also leading an ambush in a field of grass as tall as a person.
Their mission was equally dangerous.
This was a border area, just one mountain away from the neighboring country.