"Don't worry about that. I've already prepared everything. It's just a raincoat, a blanket, dry food, water, and a mount for the journey."

"Mount?" Loran Hill felt something was strange.

"Yes, it's prepared for Miss Lan. She can't go through mountains and rivers like us rough people."

"Hey, what kind of mount is that?" The girl had a bad feeling.

"It's a very docile donkey. I bought it from a family on the north side of the village." Yu Baichou said with a little pride, as if he felt that he had done something thoughtful.

"Ah..." Loran Hill opened his mouth, not knowing how to respond.

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The next night, the girl and Bai Zao sat by the fire in the house.

Bai Zao was holding the needle and thread, sewing the shoes in her hand. Various silk threads were also placed on Loran Hill's knees and skirt, and she was weaving beautiful and complicated knots in her hands.

The bright red knot is outlined with several emerald silk threads, making the pattern more prominent and unique. As the slender fingers move flexibly, a beautiful tassel gradually takes shape.

"Xiao Lanxi is so skillful, did you learn this before?" Bai Zao lowered his head slightly, bit off the thread between his hands, tied a knot, and the pair of boots was sewn.

"I don't think I've learned it specifically, but I suddenly remembered it." Loran Hill recalled his dreams over the past few days.

She seemed to have lived in a technologically advanced world for more than 20 years, and her memories were so clear and real, so real that even a TV program she occasionally watched during the winter vacation as a child was still vivid in her mind, as if it were yesterday.

She also relies on the techniques demonstrated in this show to weave knots and tassels.

"That's great. Don't worry too much. You'll remember it eventually. Come, try these boots to see if they fit. If not, I'll alter them for you."

"Thank you, Sister Bai." Luo Lanxier expressed her gratitude sincerely. In the past few days, Bai Zao had cared about every aspect of her life like a real sister, which was an experience she had never experienced before.

She took the boots, which still retained a slight warmth from the flames and felt a little warm to the touch.

She took off the clogs she had been wearing at home for the past few days, put her slender feet in socks into the boots, tied them up with straps, stood up, and tried to walk back and forth in the house.

Looking at the girl's graceful figure, her swaying soft hair, and her hazy face reflected in the firelight, Bai Zao was slightly stunned.

"That's great."