The group pets the little fisherman, she has a lot of happy events

Chapter 33
"Uncle Ye, go slowly."

The man sent Ye Jian out, watched him leave, and then looked away.

"This guy is getting more and more slippery."

The shopkeeper stood at the door with his hands behind his back, complaining angrily.

Complaining is useless, who would let someone have a daughter who can draw!

The illustrations are good, and the books sell well, and many readers buy books for the illustrations.

Now even Bai Xiaosong, a god-level best-selling author, pays a lot of money for paintings, and he will become more and more attractive in the future.

Maybe that day, even our bookstore will not look down on me!

The clerk opened the door and came in, glanced at the shopkeeper, but was very smart and didn't answer, and tidied up the books on the bookshelf.

"Hi."

The shopkeeper felt bored, smacked his mouth a few times, and walked back to the backyard with his hands behind his back.

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Wolong Mountain is a small hill, only about [-] meters high. The medicinal herbs in the mountain forest have been plucked over and over again, as if the villagers had shoveled the ground, and there are no grass roots left.

If you want to dig medicinal herbs, you need to go to the deep mountains and valleys where wild beasts live in groups and snakes and insects are everywhere.

Ye Xiuyan has been to the hinterland of the deep mountains several times relying on her knowledge of small spells, and every time she can get a little harvest, digging up some common medicinal herbs.

She didn't plan to go deep into the mountains today, she wanted to chop another suitable bamboo pole, and she couldn't delay going to the river tomorrow morning to fish.

Carrying a basket on their backs, the siblings climbed up the mountain path, over the top of the mountain, and came to a lush bamboo forest with luxuriant branches and leaves.

With her little face up, Ye Xiuyan strolled in the bamboo forest, looking for suitable green bamboos.

A green bamboo with fine veins, solid bamboo, and appropriate thickness came into her sight.

It is it.

Overjoyed, she unloaded the backpack and took out the machete.

"Sister, let me chop bamboo for you."

The bean bag has a tiger head and a tiger brain, as strong as a calf, although it is only six years old, it has brute strength, stronger than Ye Xiuyan.

He didn't wait for his sister to respond, he grabbed the machete, aimed at the root of the green bamboo, and slashed fiercely.

The green bamboo cracked and fell to the ground.

"Doubao, that's fine, I didn't eat my sister's chicken for nothing."

Ye Xiuyan smiled, rubbed her younger brother's head affectionately, and praised her brother without hesitation: "Just for your strength, you must be a good man when you grow up."

"hey-hey."

Dou Bao likes to hear his sister praise him the most, and rubs the back of his head with joy.

"You cut off the miscellaneous branches, and my sister digs bamboo shoots."

Ye Xiuyan also came alive, rolled up her sleeves, took out a small shovel, and prepared to do a big job.

"Okay."

Doubao wielded the machete with great vigor.

Ye Xiuyan walked around in the bamboo forest and found many new shoots that just broke through the ground.

She skillfully dug out the bamboo shoots with a small shovel, peeled off the skin, and threw them into the basket one by one.

"Chirp."

There was the sound of birds chirping from the woods not far ahead, Dou Bao paused his machete-wielding hand, thinking about the bird's eggs.

"Sister, there is a bird's nest in the woods, let's dig out the eggs from the tree."

Ye Xiuyan continued digging bamboo shoots without looking up: "That tree is too tall, I can't climb it."

Dou Bao pouted and felt speechless: "Sister, you didn't even look at it, how do you know if you can't go up?"

"It can be heard from the position where the bird's call comes from."

Ye Xiuyan moved her ears slightly, listened to the wind to identify the position, and accurately measured the height of the big tree: "That tree is at least 30 meters. With our small bodies, we can't climb it."

"I'll go take a look."

Doubao didn't believe it, threw down the machete, and ran over excitedly.

In less than ten seconds, he ran back in despair: "Really, sister, you guessed it right again."

　Thank you little fairy Abai Yabai for your reward.

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(End of this chapter)