Chapter 315: 144 Treasure (Second Update)

Translator: 549690339

“Brother Qu, wait for me!” Xiao Wenwen quickly caught up and squeezed between Ming Jing and Qu Feitai.

Ming Jing moved to the side and increased the distance between them, and Han Ying hurriedly walked beside Ming Jing.

Qu Feitai subconsciously frowned and picked up the pace, leaving Xiao Wenwen behind.

Xiao Wenwen realized that Qu Feitai ignored her and couldn’t cling to him any longer; otherwise, she wouldn’t get any exposure on the show and would be scolded by his crazy fans.

But to be scolded was also a kind of popularity. No matter what, she had to do whatever it took to save her face.

This was Qu Feitai. As long as she had something to do with him, she wouldn’t worry about popularity in the future. With popularity came fans, and with fans came value.

Xiao Wenwen changed her strategy. She affectionately clung to Ming Jing’s arm: “Ming Jing, you know so much. Where are you from? I don’t hear any accent in your speech?”

Han Ying smiled and said, “Jiangnan produces beautiful women, especially classical and gentle beauties like Ming Jing. If I’m not mistaken, Ming Jing, you’re a local, right?”

Ming Jing subtly withdrew her arm and said indifferently, “Sort of.”

Xiao Wenwen was surprised: “You’re really a local? Do you know any fun places nearby? We have to film a whole season here. When we have free time, we can explore the surroundings. Ming Jing, can you be my guide then?”

Qu Feitai, who walked in front, took a deep breath.

Ming Jing looked up at the distant Hanshan Mountain. The mountain peaks were steep, towering into the clouds, isolated and dangerous.

Birds lingered and sang on the lonely peak, creating an even more secluded and mysterious atmosphere.

Hanshan Mountain, the higher it is, the colder one feels.

Han Ying followed Ming Jing’s gaze and said, “I heard from the locals that there’s a Han Shan Temple on this mountain. Inside the temple, there is Master Jue Ming, a highly respected monk. Many people come from far away to seek blessings and worship Buddha at the temple, and it’s said to be very effective. Maybe one day we can go up the mountain to worship too.”

Ming Jing withdrew her gaze and spotted some Immortal Crane Grass by the roadside. She crouched down, parting the grass to reveal a plant with small yellow flowers.

She carefully plucked it out and wrapped it in her handkerchief.

Han Ying asked, “What is this?”

“Immortal Crane Grass. It helps contract bleeding and strengthens the heart. The roots can be ground into juice and mixed with water to detoxify the effects of sulfur.”

Han Ying was delighted: “You know about traditional Chinese medicine too?” Oh my, what a hidden treasure she is.

Suddenly, Han Ying said, “There’s more over here. Since it’s such a treasure, let’s pick some more to take back with us.”

Ming Jing glanced over: “The tender stems and leaves of Immortal Crane Grass are rich in nutrients and taste great. They also have remarkable effects against cancer.”

Han Ying became more excited, searching through the grass for Immortal Crane Grass.

Qu Feitai watched Ming Jing, then silently crouched down to search as well.

“Don’t damage the roots. Pull it out gently, like this…” Ming Jing demonstrated.

“All things have spirits, even the little grass has life. If we can minimize the pain, it’s also a way to avoid negative karma.” Ming Jing’s faint voice was like a distant stream, refreshing and clear, making them feel rejuvenated and alert. Han Ying instinctively looked over, seeing the young girl crouching in front of the grass, her long, fair fingers cradling a small plant as if it were a priceless treasure, her eyebrows and eyes filled with compassion and mercy.

She who understands the grand universe, still cherishes the greenery of grass and trees.

Xiao Wenwen cried out: “I broke it, Ming Jing. Is it okay?”

Han Ying rolled her eyes at her: “Clumsy, what can you do other than eat?”

“Go away, I’ll do it.” Han Ying drove her away and squatted down to dig with her hands.

Xiao Wenwen felt a bit useless. Staring at Ming Jing’s back, her tone couldn’t help but be tinged with resentment: “What’s the point of digging this stuff? Are we going to eat wild grass? Can you eat this? We’re here to experience farm life, not really to suffer. Are you guys getting your priorities backward?”

Even though she intended to slander Ming Jing, no one cared about her. Han Ying did respond, but her words were rather harsh: “Sure, go back and enjoy the air conditioning and giant watermelons. We’re so sorry to have troubled you, Miss, to come dig wild grass with us. No need to send you off, just leave.”

Xiao Wenwen stomped her foot and glanced at the blazing sun overhead. She was wearing sun-protective clothing, a sun hat, and had sprayed several layers of sunscreen, but she still feared getting a tan.

After hesitating for a moment, she resigned herself and squatted down.

If she were to turn back now, the audience would undoubtedly curse her to death when the show aired..