There were plenty of dead trees deep in the mountains, and she had chopped down a good number of them that afternoon, storing them in her space. She would certainly have enough firewood for the winter.
Noticing it was about time, she casually made her way down the mountain. To her surprise, she discovered two wild Sichuan pepper trees on a slope, still adorned with ripe peppers. The trees were not large, and there weren't too many peppers, but there were enough for her to use for quite a while. I don't have a Sichuan pepper tree in my space yet, she mused, and promptly stored one of the trees inside.
She wasn't greedy enough to take the other one, but she did pick all its peppers clean before heading down the mountain.
When she reached the foothills, she took out her basket from the space as usual. It contained some herbs she had dug up on a whim, with a bundle of firewood placed on top.
