The harvest today was unexpectedly bountiful. With a mix of persimmons, mushrooms, and various medicinal herbs, the four wicker baskets were packed to the brim.
Zhao Yun’s basket was the lightest; though it was also stuffed full of mushrooms and herbs, its actual weight was quite manageable.
Seeing that the sun was no longer quite so scorching, Zhao Yan decided it was time to head back. If they returned early, they would have enough time to sort through everything they had gathered today.
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