After lunch, Alayanzong arranged to light a fire and boil medicine.

Not long after, more than a dozen people had gathered in the yard, and a few others carried bamboo baskets and short hoes.

Ala Yanzong told Allah's servant to keep an eye on the medicine jar, and then went to the courtyard to gather everyone together and explained the purpose of this trip to the west and some precautions.

Then everyone set off.

Later, Ala Yanzong and Wula Zhitao led two horses, rode on them respectively, and headed west.

The two of them rode ahead, and after a ten-mile journey, the horses quickly arrived.

Although the mountain in front of us is not big, it is more than ten miles in circumference. It is relatively short in height. There are no cliffs, let alone steep slopes and ravines. The mountains and plains are covered with shrubs and weeds.

Although it is early spring, there are already flowers everywhere and the atmosphere is full of spring.

Ala Yanzong was filled with joy when he saw it, indicating that the soil and water here were good and more suitable for growing medicinal herbs.

The two men put the horses down the mountain and let them eat the tender grass.

Wula Zhitao was even more excited, and couldn't wait to rush to the flowers, picking one here and there, and couldn't help but giggle.

After having some fun with her, Ala Yanzong persuaded her to hurry up and look for medicinal herbs.

Na Ula Zhitao kept complaining that Ala Yanzong was not sentimental, but his hands were not idle and he was already digging for medicine.

There are many types of grass that Alayanzong has never seen before. These may be the exotic flowers and rare herbs that the old woman said! But Alayanzong didn't care about appreciating these at all, and his mind was all on looking for medicinal herbs.

At first, only a few skullcap, pinellia, licorice, etc. could be found sporadically. Half a mile into the mountain, on a gentle slope facing the sun, Alayanzong actually saw patches of medicinal herbs. He was almost ecstatic.

He actually happily hugged Ula Zhitao and spun around in circles. Ula Zhitao was so happy that he almost forgot about it. All of this was watched by a group of people who came after him.

Although they were very excited, they couldn't help but feel shy when they saw the laughing eyes of everyone.

Alayanzong quickly put down the peach of Ula, and to cover up his embarrassment, he loudly called on people to gather herbs together.

With the herbs, it was easy to collect them, and two bamboo baskets were quickly filled.

Ala Yanzong said that he would take these herbs back to boil first, and there was no need to worry about the rest. He left Wula Zhitao and others to continue collecting herbs. If there were too many herbs, they could be carried on the horse.

Ala Yanzong carried two bamboo baskets, tied them to his horse, and urged the horse back to the small village.

When he returned to his residence, he saw that Gulizai was also there. Allah's waiter had already boiled the medicinal soup. After Alayanzong inspected the medicine jar, he asked Gulizai to inform the patients who had not yet taken the medicine and find someone to help. Take medicinal soup.

And he and Allah's waiter picked the newly picked herbs.

First, I picked a portion, washed it, soaked it, and waited for a while before cooking it.

After the visitor took out the medicinal soup from the clay pot, Alayanzong quickly repacked it with herbs and continued to brew it.

While the medicine was brewing, Allah's waiter was still guarding the medicine jar, and he continued to pick herbs.

The sun was still very high, and Ula Zhitao brought the people back early, bringing back six bamboo baskets full of herbs.

Ula Zhitao's face was even more excited, and she was holding a handful of bright red, yellow, pink and purple flowers in her hand.

After Ala Yanzong gave the last bowl of medicinal soup to the last patient, he returned to the small courtyard.

The peach of Ula jumped, holding the handful of flowers and calling to Alayanzong, "Isn't it beautiful? Isn't it beautiful? Do you think where should I put it?"

Ala Yanzong shouted that it was beautiful and said she could put it in the house. He found a clay bottle for her and filled it with water.

Wula Zhitao put these flowers inside, held them in her hands, and admired them again. After placing the pottery vase on the table in the house, she returned to the courtyard and helped Ala Yanzong unload the bamboo basket from the horse.

Ula Zhitao remembered it again at this time, took out a bag next to the saddle, opened it for Ala Yanzong to see, and found that it was full of mushrooms.

Alayanzong was very happy and said that the food could be improved, so he asked Wula Zhitao to be given to Alayan's waiter to make mushroom soup.

It was getting late, and the light was not very good for picking herbs at this time, so Alayanzong spread these weeds thinly in the courtyard to dry to prevent them from becoming moldy and losing their efficacy.

At this time, waiter Anla had already prepared dinner, and the three of them sat around the wooden table, drinking porridge and fresh mushroom soup, which felt particularly delicious.

The medicinal herbs were available, but they were not enough. The next day, Ula Zhitao still took a few people to Xishan to continue collecting herbs.

Needless to say, she would still bring some flowers, mushrooms, or dried fruits, which would always surprise Ala Yanzong and Allah Xiaoer at home.

The two Alayanzongs were at home. In addition to picking medicinal herbs, they also had to make medicinal soup for the patients.

Alayanzong visited the patients one by one and adjusted the dosage of medicine according to changes in their condition.

After two or three days of busy work, the herbs had been dried all over the yard. Alayanzong felt that they could be used for a long time and should be enough to treat the patients in the village.

Despite his joy, Gulizai brought new problems to Alayan Sect.

Most of the refugees had already eaten the rice they had stolen from Mednanfu's convoy. Except for a dozen or so people, because they had one or two more portions than others. The extra portion was fried rice from people who died on the road.

Food is a big problem that must be solved. The current season is a time of drought, where can we find food?

In the past two days, the two horses have been going to the west mountain. They ate well at the foot of the mountain every day and never chewed the dry straw after they came back.

Ala Yanzong looked at the tall horses, thinking that they must be two military horses. Considering the unique conditions of Meide Manor, there must be a way to get them easily.

Alayanzong naturally cherished this western horse very much. He stroked the red-manded horse's shiny fur and sighed with emotion. It is because of them that we have the strength of our legs, and we have speed when we come and go, and it is easier to carry some goods.

For convenience.

The refugees really had nothing to eat, so they had to kill them and save the people.

But he was really distressed. He really wanted to kill these two horses, but he still felt a little reluctant to do so.

After much hesitation, Ala Yanzong walked out of the small courtyard and looked at the empty streets, thinking that it would be difficult for this person to survive without food and drink. No matter how many houses there were, no one lived in them, and the streets seemed even more silent.

A village without people will be nothing but ruins after a few years.

Unknowingly, he came to the neighbor's house. When the old woman saw Ala Yanzong coming, she made arrangements for him to come in and sit down. Seeing his frown, she asked him what was the problem.

Ala Yanzong felt that the old woman was familiar with this place, so he asked: "Grandma, where is the surplus food, or can I get other food? Now people have to stop drinking."

The wrinkles on the old woman's face became more profound. She sighed and said: "The surplus grain in farmers' hands is very precious this season. Even if there is some, no one is willing to sell it unless they go to the big market town to buy it. In the past, people in the village would

When there is no fishing, I will go fishing in the small river north of the village."
Chapter completed!