Along the way, he took a detour from the north, while Zhang Guoqing carried a sack of medicinal herbs to the team's clinic. Upon entering, he found not a single soul inside.
He directly opened the sack and spread out the bundles of herbs in the yard to dry. As for what to do next, when someone returns, they should take care of it.
"Ping'an is already asleep. You should wash up and rest too," Zhou Jiao said immediately when she saw him enter the house, pointing to several buckets of water sunning in the yard, urging him to sleep.
Even an iron body can't endure this kind of exhaustion. Zhou Jiao had made up her mind to stay at home that afternoon, and no one would be allowed to disturb his rest.
Zhang Guoqing nodded, walked to the well, and took off his clothes and pants, "Have you given everything to Mom?"
