By noon, everyone was exhausted, and Jiang Ning purposely chose a spot by the stream for a rest break because there was fresh water.
She had become quite adept at slaughtering chickens and letting their blood.
This time, however, Jiang Ning carefully collected the chicken blood in a bamboo tube, making sure not to waste it.
Nong Chun gathered some firewood, and soon a fire was blazing. Although he had a small stove, the flavor of chicken cooked over a wood fire was more aromatic, and the flames from the firewood burned more vigorously than those from the stove.
Drained from fatigue, Mu Mingxuan and the others were foraging nearby, while only Huo Miao, with both hands injured, remained seated in her original spot.