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Gynostemma, also known as "southern ginseng", folk also called it "immortal medicinal herb."

Gynostemma belongs to the herbaceous climbing plant, its stems are thin and weak, branched, with longitudinal ribs and grooves, glabrous or sparsely pubescent.

The Gynostemma enjoyed the damp and mild climate. Most of the time, it lived in the shade areas under the forest, on the edge of the cliff. It was no wonder that it would grow here, there were tall trees to shelter it, and rich soil to cover it.

Qimu sat on the ground for a while. A pair of hands that was slightly bleeding and had been scraped by the sand and stones from the trees were slowly stroking the leaves of the Gynostemma. Her movements were gentle and she had a smile on her face, as if she was looking at her own child.

Gynostemma, her three-inch paradise in despair.

As long as she harvested this piece of Gynostemma and brought it back, basked in the sun for a bit, and sold it in the town, she would have the primordial funds. Leaving a few more seeds to nurture, Yangyang would be able to go to school, and his sister would have a good time when she came back.

Thinking about the good days to come.

Qimu's eyes flashed like a bright black gemstone, extremely clear and bright. In an instant, her delicate face was captivating. She raised her head to look at the cliff she fell from, her neck stretched, and her side profile was graceful.

She was still on the cliff, carrying her basket.

Without a basket on her back, what would she use to store all this "gold and silver"?

With a slight wry smile, she stopped hesitating and used her hands to prop herself up. She stood up shakily, walked a few steps, leaned her body against a thick tree trunk, and took deep breaths to rest.

Qimu lowered her head to look at her clothes. The clothes that she had worn out when she fell were now hanging on her body like a broken bag.

Seeing this, Qimu's eyes narrowed as the corners of her lips curled up. Instead, she relaxed a little bit. Fortunately, it was not a new set of clothes.

After resting for a while, when her body was no longer in pain, she picked up a branch nearby and used it as a walking stick to start looking for a way up. She had to bring down the basket to harvest Gynostemma s.

When Qimu's figure gradually disappeared into the distance, the tall tree that she was originally leaning on trembled slightly. A man's body gently floated down.

He was wearing embroidered black clothes. He had a handsome face and a slender figure. He looked at the direction where Qimu went with a faint smile. His eyes were so deep and dangerous that no one could read his mind.

He only stood there for a short moment before a breeze blew by. With a flutter of his clothes, he headed towards the cliff that Qimu had fallen, his posture carrying a natural and unrestrained air.

As the wind blew past, it was as though that person had never been here before.

After a long while, Qimu finally found her way. Her body was almost touching the ground, and the sand and pebbles were rubbing against her skin. She ignored herself and continued to climb up bit by bit.

Her time was limited, and she had to do her best before the sun went down. Otherwise, when it got dark, it would be even more troublesome for her.

The road at night was still the road at night in the mountain forest. She had never walked it, nor did she have such a big heart.

Wherever Qimu passed by, red dots would be left behind. Under the sunlight, the bewitching scene was distinct as it wailed endlessly.

"Sigh, I've finally found it."

She looked at the familiar basket on her back, thinking of the Gynostemma at the bottom of the cliff, and immediately felt that she was full of strength again, following which she carried her back, heading back the way she came.

The sunlight was weaker than before, and it wasn't as dazzling as before.

"..."

Qimu, who carried a basket full of Gynostemma on her back, walked on the village in the dark. When she saw the faint light from the thatched cottage in the distance, she gave a pale smile and walked away.

Up ahead, they were almost there. It was her home.

Qimu did not know how many steps she had taken, but she could hear her parents cheapening her.

"Mu, Mu …"

Hearing the familiar voice, her heart relaxed a little. She opened her mouth to reply, but before she could cry out, her head hurt. Her vision turned dark and her body fell to the ground.

With a "Peng" sound, Qimu fell onto the ground, and the Gynostemma s in her basket were scattered all over the ground.

"Quick, carry Mu inside."

The mother yelled at Ye Dazhuang with her red eyes.

Ye Dazhuang didn't say anything. He picked up Qimu carefully and carried her inside the house.

The cheap mother trotted behind him, her eyes filled with unspeakable anxiety and heartache.

Yangyang was waiting in the room for his sister to go back. When he heard the noise outside the room, he rushed out of the room. Under the dim light, he stared at Qimu's face and cried, crying at the top of his lungs.

"Father, Mother, sister's face, sister is bleeding, is sister going to die?" "I don't want it, I don't want it …"

The whole family was busy making a ruckus.

The basket on the outside, the Gynostemma s on the ground, had already been forgotten.