While Qin Liguo was running around selling his fritillaria, Li Long sat waiting in the mountains like Jiang Taigong, letting the fritillaria diggers come to the Small Wooden Cabin to sell their goods.
It was already mid-May, and bringing supplies and Mingming and Haohao over every day had become routine for Li Long.
There were almost as many people trading for supplies as for cash. By this point, even those who had started out carrying two large sacks of supplies into the mountains had nearly used them up.
Besides, all sorts of accidents could happen in the mountains. Wild animal attacks, robberies by other herb gatherers, and flash floods could all leave them without the supplies they had brought.
For some herb diggers driven into desperate straits, the Small Wooden Cabin was nothing short of a great savior.
Once the shelter beside the Wooden Cabin was up, Li Long, Mingming, and Haohao were much more comfortable there. The May sunlight was growing stronger, and spending even a little time out in it left exposed skin painfully sunburned.
Even when Mingming and Haohao played, they would spend a little time outside before resting under the shelter. Although they wanted more to go into the woods to pick mushrooms, they still spent most of their time around the Small Wooden Cabin.
Li Long knew what the two children wanted, so he tried to arrive a little earlier each day. After arriving, while no one was around, he would take them into the woods to play, pick mushrooms, gather ground fungus, and dig up a little slender codonopsis. When they had passed the Qingshui River that morning, Meng Hai had given him a chicken, so Li Long planned to make chicken soup.
Although the codonopsis was still a long way from its harvesting