He walked around the courtyard and looked at it carefully. There was no problem in the small yard, as well as in the interior of the house. He locked the door and went up Nanshan Hill in the rain.
It was raining cats and dogs. Wang Yao walked very fast, so not much rain fell on him.
After a short while, he had arrived at Nanshan Hill.
In the herb falield, the dog laid in his kennel and looked at the rain falling from the sky. It seemed to be enjoying the rain. After hearing Wang Yao's footsteps, it only barked once, which was considered to be a greeting.
"Yo, San Xian. Are you enjoying the rain?"
The hawk also stayed in its nest on the tree.
The rain poured heavily, making a pitter-patter sound as it hit the glass.
In the cottage, he made a cup of tea and carefully read the Six Volumes of Acupuncture, which was an ancient pharmaceutical technology book.
