Liku Grass was easy to find. This herb, with its incredibly vigorous life force, grew wildly everywhere—on slopes, field edges, ditch banks, and in forests—any place where grass could grow, it was there.
Almost every poor household had a large stack of firewood; if needed, not just ten carts but even a hundred could be gathered. Finding this herb was much easier than searching for Panlong Ginseng.
Soon enough, An Yi had organized people to bring ten large carts.
Since all the Panlong Ginseng that Xia Ze had obtained from the Xia Family were used for the people, leaving not even an ounce, Beian City now could be said to have none of it. The moment Tian Bujue realized he had contracted the white pustule plague, he thought De Yuan was a worthless monk; his fortune-telling was inaccurate—now it seemed the heavens wanted to end his life.
