"Want to collect?"
"No, we don't have anywhere to grow them, so for now we can only rely on collecting them. Besides, it's not the right season now. It's almost October, and time flies."
They followed the long bones around a bend and began walking north along a small path. As they passed by the crops, Li Wenjia used the sealed bag in his backpack to take a few samples.
They had clearly taken care of it. The weeds around these cottonwood plants had been cleared, and there wasn't even a speck of snow on their leaves. They'd piled the snow upwind, shifting the wind direction.
Reading is still useful, at least Changgu's knowledge came in handy.
Of course, readers familiar with the novel will know that these so-called oil cottons actually have nothing to do with cotton. Therefore, most of the knowledge Changgu learned was useless. The only thing that was useful was the methodology, and that was over a hundred years old.
A few people walked through the low plants, crossed a small hill, and came to a valley.
Li Wenjia was instantly shocked by the environment here.
In the center of the valley, a massive ginkgo tree leaned against a rock. Its straggling, thick roots, like a giant hand, firmly grasped the soil. Its deep green crown obscured the sky, its fan-shaped leaves rimed with frost, yet remained remarkably strong.
It's truly rare to see such a thing. Ginkgo trees are a rare species whose appearance hasn't changed. They not only adapted to the sudden changes in everything before the war, but are now adapting once again to the harsh environment of the post-nuclear era.
Some old things are always so strong and always respond to changes with the same attitude.
This giant tree had grown quite large, much larger than an average tree. It might be a special individual. While Li Wenjia was shocked, he still took a sample.
There were many surviving plants in the valley, so it hadn't been overrun by mushrooms. Longbone and the others were rummaging through the snow, teaching the youngsters how to identify herbs.
This is not surprising, as Wanzhou was indeed a production area of traditional Chinese medicine before the war.
This place is like a secret place, Li Wenjia imagined. What will the scene be like when the sun shines on the earth again?
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