"Yes, Auntie knows how to do it from childhood, don't you dislike it," Ah Jiu said.
Ah Jiu liked to look at it repeatedly, "I don't dislike it, I don't dislike it, thank you, Auntie."
This silk felt cool, smooth, and delicate. She hadn't expected Auntie Zhaodi to have such skill.
If it weren't for the chaos of war, with such skill, she would surely become famous all over the world and not worry about food and drink.
"Let's go, everyone hold on tight," Meng Shaode shouted.
"No, where is my Grandma?" Ah Jiu only then realized why the carriage felt so spacious earlier. One person was missing, and the basket was gone too.
"Dad, Dad, wait, Grandma is gone."
Ah Jiu pushed open the carriage door and got out, looking around but saw no sign of her.
Because she was usually quiet, like a transparent person, when she disappeared, even her own son didn't notice.
"Mother..." Meng Shaode put down the reins and called out all around.
The group began to search separately.
Ah Jiu suddenly came to her senses. The basket was also gone. Could Grandma have walked back to pick spirit fruits?
"Mother, let's wait. Grandma might be back soon."
Ah Jiu looked at the sunset. The woods in this area were relatively dense. Once it got dark, it would be pitch black here.
"Is my mother critically ill? She doesn't know her condition and she's still running around."
Meng Shaode grumbled outside.
"Alright, stop chattering. In this heat, your nagging makes it hard for me to breathe," Cai Lihua held a feather fan horizontally against her forehead to block the setting sun.
"Brother Meng, let's just take a rest." Wu Dalei had been running alongside the carriage all the way, rarely going inside to check on the children.
It was also good to play with his own child during this time.
"When can we catch up with the main group?" Meng Shaode surprisingly lost his temper.
He went up the mountain angrily, "Before it gets dark, I'll go up the mountain to see the situation."
"Dad, I'll go," Ah Jiu squeezed out of the carriage.
By the time she climbed the mountain, it would be completely dark. Dad's eyesight wouldn't be able to see anything.
"You go?" Meng Shaode couldn't bear to let his daughter climb the mountain alone. He wished he could stuff her into the carriage and not let her touch the ground, to prevent her from suffering.
"I'll go with Sister Ah Jiu. If she gets tired, I'll carry her," Tuobayan knew that his aunt and uncle were wary of him.
"No, no." Ah Jiu was almost overwhelmed with gratitude. It wasn't like she didn't have legs.
Meng Shaode and his wife watched eagerly as Ah Jiu led the two guards up the mountain:
"Old Meng, did our daughter bring two bodyguards?"
"I think so, but I still can't figure out Tuobayan's background."
Meng Shaode and his wife whispered to each other.
"It's fine as long as they can protect our daughter," Cai Lihua sighed. After confirming that Tuobayan was not from this world, the couple became much more at ease.
"Sister Ah Jiu, be careful," Tuobayan reminded her all the way.
"Why don't I carry you?"
She looked back, and her aunt, uncle, and the carriage were nowhere in sight.
Ah Jiu suddenly stopped, "Ah, tea seed tree." Ah Jiu happily pushed aside the branches and dead grass and ran up.
This tea seed tree was half dead, its leaves were dry, but the fruits on the branches were shriveled. However, she had the spirit spring water.
"Sister Ah Jiu, what is this?" Zhao Kun and Tuobayan crowded over.
"Cooking oil is squeezed from this."
"Really?" Tuobayan and Zhao Kun exchanged delighted glances.
There were so many magical things in this world. Hydrogen oil came from this thing.
"Yes, I picked it when I was little," Ah Jiu quickly picked the few fruits.
She squatted down, buried them on the spot, and poured spirit spring water on them. By the time she came down the mountain, they would probably be ripe.
"Let's go." As she stood up, Ah Jiu's face was as pleasant as a spring breeze.
Consider it as repaying the favor for Little Yan Yan, this good ghost, having helped them.