Help? Help!

The third uncle originally felt that the people on Zizhu Island owe Su Luo too much, and he felt very guilty.

Now there is a rare opportunity to help, how can the third uncle not be willing?

Su Luo handed the dogwood seven-star grass in his hand to his third uncle.

The third uncle took the grass and looked confused: "Isn't this pig grass? What's wrong?"

Su Luo: "...its scientific name is dogwood seven-star grass."

"Oh, it sounds pretty, and then?" Uncle San was still puzzled.

Su Luo smiled and said, "Actually, this kind of grass is like purple berries, and they are all medicinal materials, and I need these two medicinal materials now."

"Yes! I have a basket of purple berries at home! I have been hanged in the main room after picking them."

A young man who was wiping the table said to Su Luo excitedly!

He felt that it was his honor to have the opportunity to help such a beautiful little fairy!

"Yes! I also have purple berries at home! There are not many such grasses."

"Or what if we go up the mountain to help Miss Su and Young Master Nangong find it?" Xiao Hai clenched his fists excitedly!

Su Luo thought to herself, she was waiting for this sentence.

This purple slurry island is very magical and cannot penetrate the spiritual consciousness, so it is impossible to find it with spirit stones, so it can only be searched manually.

At this moment, a scream came from outside!

"Oh my God! What is this?! How could this happen?!"

I don't know who couldn't hide his excitement.

Everyone looked back and looked.

Loads of white rice!

Everyone jumped in thin baskets with shoulder poles, and white rice was placed in western baskets.

It would be fine if there was only one load, but now, it was as many as a dozen loads!

Ranked horizontally, you can simply circle the site by a quarter.

"What's going on? Where are these white rice?" Even the third uncle made a trembling sound.

Where did it come from?

All the people who carried the load subconsciously looked at Su Luo.

Su Luo smiled faintly: "Aren't you going up the mountain to pick purple berries and dogwood seven-star grass? Of course, you have to eat and drink enough, isn't it?"

Uncle San originally wanted to refuse, but after Su Luo said this, how could he refuse?

What's more, if you don't eat the rice, it's a waste.

"How can you be so embarrassed? This is so expensive... I have eaten you on the boat, and now... your big white rice is not blown by the strong wind." Uncle San felt a little guilty.

I originally thought I could pay back some favors, but now I realize that I am owing more and more.

Su Luo smiled faintly: "Actually, the white rice outside is really not expensive, and it should be said that it is very cheap. You really don't have to do this."

"Actually, we are not stupid. We know the prices outside, but we can't get them in, either." Uncle San sighed, "I don't know what's going on. Everyone on Ziji Island can only walk for three days. If they go out, they will have aches all over and their bones will be soft. If they are not yet a good person, they will have life worries."

The third uncle said again: "Even if I finally went out after working hard, I bought the supplies and came in, I would definitely not be able to return to Zijiu Island."

The people on the island are also very strange. How could this happen? Their ethnic group seems to be a cursed nation, just cursing them of poverty.

Many people don’t believe in evil at first, but after trying again and again, they can’t believe it or not.
Chapter completed!