Xiaomi doesn't know what exactly happened with the two boys behind her.
She was listening to Xiaocao talk about that good thing they were looking for.
"Xianglongcao, its leaves look a bit like goose grass, but Xianglongcao grows upwards, while goose grass crawls along the ground."
With a stick in hand, Xiaocao led the way in front, and the two had already strayed from the normal path, searching directly in the wild grass.
The stick was for beating the grass, and even a three-year-old who often went up the hill knew to use a stick to explore the way.
"Xiaomi, give me the short bow, I'll carry it for you so it's easier for you to walk."
Wei Ziang walked up with large strides, following the path they treaded down.
Because they were squeezing through the grass, the quiver at his waist kept snagging on the wild grass, which was quite a hassle.
"Alright, thank you, little brother, if you get tired, just let me carry the basket."
