Chixia Village.
As the sky gradually darkened, the originally mild drizzle began to intensify.
Jiang Li looked up at the sky and turned to the people behind him and said,
"Let's pick some mushrooms and head back to avoid getting caught in heavy rain later."
Hearing this, Qi Tianyu and the other two, who were huffing and puffing from running and their faces pale as death, suddenly had their eyes light up.
"Really? We can all go gather mushrooms?"
Jiang Li nodded, "Of course, the mountains around here are public property, and many villagers go up to gather herbs and cut wood on regular days. It rained just last night, and there should be quite a few mushrooms sprouting this morning. Let's hurry and gather them while the rain is still light, otherwise these fresh mushrooms will get spoiled."
Only Jiang Yan, trailing at the back of the group, wore a look of disdain.
