Su Qingyue didn't bother talking any longer, and directly threw it into the basket, "Even though you don't have much meat, it can still make a meal when cooked and served with some wild vegetables."
"Woof woof..." The little milk dog couldn't understand what she said, and thought it had been adopted, barking excitedly.
Qingyue didn't bother with the little dog, and just picked the medicine nearby and threw it into the basket.
The little milk dog, buried under the herbal medicine, struggled to climb to the surface of the pile.
It had just crawled up when it was covered again by the medicine Qingyue picked.
It crawled again and was buried.
After always being covered by newly added medicinal herbs, it gave up trying to crawl out.
After picking almost a full basket of medicine, Qingyue carried the pole back towards Wushan Village, and found a few patches of wild amaranth, picking three big handfuls.
