"Truly does not draw blood, nor bite?" Chen Qingjiang asked.
"Truly." The medicinal materials merchant played with the leech in his palm, "Look, it's been on my hand for half a day. Is there even a single bite mark?
The Gold Thread Leech isn't a blood-sucking leech, it loves to eat snails and clams, and decomposing matter. Southward-bound caravans all call it 'Tian Luozuo'.
Especially when it's cold, after a light snow these past few days, it stops eating and drinking. In a couple more days, after a heavy snow, it hardly moves at all and falls into hibernation."
With that being said.
Chen Qingjiang and Liang Qu each grabbed a handful.
Slippery and icy cold.
Because it was too cold, the leeches had very low vitality, docile to any handling, almost as if they were dead.
A very strange feeling indeed.
They put them back into the bucket.
Washing their hands by the riverbank.
"How much profit can one mu of land yield this year?"
