The Herbal Scents of Farm Life
Chapter 929: Can You Drink That?_1

Chapter 929: Chapter 929: Can You Drink That?_1

"Regardless of their losses, since we’ve encountered them, let them accompany us on our journey," Lin Caisang glanced at Ya Molian before turning to those people and continued.

"Consider it a gesture of goodwill towards the Luoyun Kingdom, creating a good karma."

Jiang Zuo: "..."

My lady, if you’re plotting, plot away, but why make yourself out to be so virtuous?

However, it must be conceded that her words indeed hit the spot. Their lord had been facing difficulties in the Wei State, and if he could garner the support of royalty from other countries, it would certainly be a significant boon.

"Yes."

He responded affirmatively.

"Jiang Zuo, go check our water supply and bring all the used water bags to me," Lin Caisang instructed him further.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Zuo gave her a look.

"You mean..."

Ziyou had always been with my lady, and he could vaguely guess that she might have some life-saving items on her.

Otherwise, how could she possibly keep taking out so many things from that small bag on her waist these past few days? It should have been empty by now, shouldn’t it?

"White Blind Mountain is rife with poisons, so it’s best not to drink the water here. In the future, bring the used water bags to me every three days. This matter should be known only to you," Lin Caisang ordered.

"Yes, miss," Jiang Zuo answered.

"Managing water is troublesome."

After Jiang Zuo left, Ya Molian finally opened his mouth in a somber tone.

"It’s not that troublesome, I have plenty," Lin Caisang replied to him with a light laugh.

Meanwhile, after drinking rice soup and eating hardtack cakes, and seeing the rice that Commander Mo’s team had brought, they felt too embarrassed to eat more and stopped. Under Zhe Jue’s lead, they went off to change into clean clothes.

Zhe Jue actually wanted them to wash the dirt off their faces with water, but they adamantly refused.

They merely wiped their faces with a wet cloth, arguing to save as much Qingshui as possible.

"Although there are some water sources on White Blind Mountain, people who drink it either get stomachaches or fall into a sleep they never wake up from; it’s truly terrifying," the leader of the men explained to Ya Molian and Lin Caisang, having seated himself by the fire.

"So what have you all been drinking these many days?"

Commander Mo, the one who had bluntly approached, was sitting diagonally opposite the man.

"My men climbed to the treetops to gather some tender leaves, crushing them to extract juice to drink," the man said.

Listening to him, everyone’s hair stood on end. The thought of drinking juice from young leaves—it was horrifying how dire their circumstances had become.

"Can people really drink that?"

Jiang Zuo, secretly rubbing his arms, swallowed and asked.

"Of course, they can drink it; why couldn’t they?"

Anything not poisonous that could ensure survival was worthy of consumption.

"Once you’ve finished the water you have, you’ll know whether it’s drinkable," he added.

Jiang Zuo: "..."

He snorted inwardly. As long as his lady was there, they would never run out of water!

"You all should save as much as you can, too. No matter how much dry food you bring, you won’t last many days here. Like this rice, it’s simply wasteful. If it were made into soup, there would be enough for many meals. Of course, making rice soup with Qingshui is out of the question, but it can be cooked with tree sap," the man continued, seeing no one else speak.

The crowd: "..."