Zhao Lanhua was so angry that she almost had a brain hemorrhage. She pointed at Song Yun with a trembling finger and said, "You, you, you are such a bad boy. Remember this, as long as I am alive, you will never marry my Jianye. I will never agree to it even if I die."

The old man couldn't stand it any longer. "Bah! What the hell are you dreaming about, old woman? Can't your family afford a mirror? If not, at least a basin, right? If not, take a piss and look in the mirror to see what kind of people you two are. You think you can get close to Dr. Song? That's ridiculous. Your Ding Jianye and Song Zhenzhen are the perfect match, a match made in heaven. No one can get in the way. Don't worry."

"You're talking nonsense! My Jianye has already divorced Song Zhenzhen. Don't put that woman together with my Jianye in the future. It's bad luck."

Song Yun raised her eyebrows, a little surprised, but didn't ask what it had to do with her.

Zhao Lanhua saw that Song Yun and Gu Laotou had exchanged seats, and it was obvious that they didn't want to bother with her anymore, which made her very angry. Before she could find a chance to vent her anger, the bus had already stopped at Xinfeng Road, which was her destination for the day, and she had to get off.

After Zhao Lanhua got off the car, Song Yun felt that the whole world was quiet.

The old man asked, "If Ding Jianye really gets divorced, he might come and bother you in the future."

Song Yun looked indifferent and said, "Then he can try it. I'll accompany him to the end." She just felt like doing it.

The old man liked Song Yun's decisiveness. She never worried about anything and always had a successful outcome.

This bus will not reach Xiqin Mountain. After the bus arrives at Fenggu Station, you still have to walk three miles to the foot of Xiqin Mountain.

Three miles is not a long distance, and the two of them arrived there in a short stroll. There was no village nearby, but under their feet was a mountain path worn out by people walking for a long time, which showed that people often entered the mountain from this side.

The old man explained, "Wild animals used to frequently descend from the Xiqin Mountains. I hear there was a village here many years ago. One year, it was attacked by wild boars and brown bears, resulting in heavy casualties. After that, wild boars frequently descended the mountains to steal food and injure people. It was impossible to prevent them. By the time the militia arrived, the animals had already fled, deep into the mountains, and even the army couldn't do anything about them. In the end, several nearby villages moved away to save their lives. Look over there." The old man pointed to a stretch of ruined walls in the distance. "That used to be a village, but no one has lived there for years. All the houses are destroyed."

"So after the village moved away, the wild beasts stopped coming down the mountain?"

Gu Lao said, "Why not? These houses were destroyed by wild boars and antelopes. Not a single good wall remains. But these animals aren't stupid. They only venture near the foot of the mountain and don't venture far. I heard that during the years of the great famine, many people waited at the foot of the mountain for these wild boars and antelopes to emerge. Catching one was a feast of meat and a hope of survival. Later, militias went into the mountains to hunt. After a few years, the wild animals disappeared wherever there were people. They all hid deep in the mountains and rarely came out. Villagers living nearby started going into the mountains to collect firewood and wild vegetables. If they were lucky, they might even come across pheasants and rabbits. In short, these mountains are bustling now."

Song Yun listened with great interest, "Are there many people collecting herbs?"

The old man shook his head, "Not many, I've only met one anyway."

The two of them talked as they walked into the mountains. The appearance of the mountains in Sichuan Province in winter was completely different from that in the north. The leaves of most trees in the mountains were still green, and even some of the wild grass on the ground was green. The geology was also loose, unlike the frozen soil in the north in winter, which was hard and slippery.

Song Yun had gone to the southern mountains with her master to collect herbs. She had also been to Yunnan Province, the two lakes and the two rivers, but this was her first time to visit the mountains of Sichuan Province.

The old man had been here many times and had experience. He knew where to pick herbs, so he took Song Yun there directly. After finding the herbs, the two of them started working separately. While Song Yun was picking the herbs, she quietly scanned them with her watch.

There are many kinds of plants in Xiqin Mountain, and most of them are different from those in Heima Mountain. Song Yun quickly earned hundreds of star coins, and her backpack was filled with half a basket of herbs.

The old man came over and said, "We've almost picked enough here. I'll take you to another place."

The two walked for another half an hour and heard a strange noise when they passed a bush.

Song Yun stopped and the old man said, "It must be a pheasant. It can fly and you can't catch it. Don't waste your time."