Before the sun set, Mu Yangling began to look for a suitable place to stay in the wild. The wind was strong in winter, so she didn't dare to live in an empty space. She stopped in a small forest by the roadside and counted the number of sheep before tying them all to the trees.
Xiuhong and Bowen carried the pasture down from the back of the carriage for the sheep to eat. Mu Yangling took out a bow and arrow from the carriage and waved at the two of them. "After feeding them, go and pick up some dry firewood. Pick up more. Also, pick up more dead leaves. We have to start a fire tonight."
Although the sun had not set, cold air kept emitting from their bodies. Even though they were wearing thick clothes, they still felt a little cold.
Mu Yangling didn't go far and merely went nearby to see if she could catch prey. Although they had brought food, it certainly couldn't compare with fresh prey.
