At this time, the villagers were still fishing for oysters in the sea.
Xia Liu wasn't idle either, after tidying up, he took his basket and entered the woods.
As usual, by the time it got dark, the herbs he had gathered were very sparse, and it was questionable whether he could even refine two hundred boxes of Beauty Mud.
"It looks like I have to be more diligent in the future." Looking at the dim sky, Xia Liu muttered to himself.
Finding herbs was difficult, but it was a quick way to make money. If he wanted to get money, he had to be diligent.
When he got home, Zhang Xiaoxue and Zhang Xiaoman had already prepared the meal.
The two of them saw Xia Liu's car parked at the doorway; they were waiting for him to join them for dinner.
Seeing the two pretty faces, Xia Liu felt very warm inside.
There were times when he really wanted to slow down and quietly live with the two young women.
