Yun chujiu squatted there and slowly dug up the herbs. Other people dug up three, but she couldn’t even dig up one.
While this guy was dawdling, a student walked over from the distant herbal field. It was Zhu Jingtong. Zhu Jingtong said to Yun Chujiu in a bad mood, “Teacher Wen wants you to go over and help him pick the fine-leaf red-thread grass. Let’s Go!”
Yun Chujiu was really unwilling to go. Picking the fine-leaf red thread grass took a lot of effort and required a lot of patience.
The only part of the fine-leaf red thread grass that could be used was the red thread vein inside the leaf. When picking, she had to carefully remove the vein from the leaf.
If someone else came to call her, she could still ask for the reason, but this Zhu Jingtong hated her to death and could not get anything out of her.
Yun chujiu could only stand up and follow Zhu Jingtong to the medicinal field where the fine-leaf red thread grass was planted.
