"Ah! I found it."


    Chang Xia greeted Bai Qing to come forward and caught a few handfuls of Songshan wild mushrooms.


    After thinking about it, I took some dried bracken. At the end of the warm season, the tribe dug up a lot of fern roots to make fern root powder.


    The Changxia family also divided a lot.


    Before, I was busy.


    In the long summer, there was no time to tidy the cellar, and in the winter there were all kinds of uproar.


    Entering the cellar today, Chang Xia suddenly saw the fern root powder next to the wild mushrooms in Songshan, and his eyes lit up.


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