Chapter 608: The Wolf Selection for Finding Herbs

The synthetic Qian poison Luo Peizhong was afflicted with was snake venom, attacking the internal organs; the synthetic Qian poison Da Zi was afflicted with was a plant-based toxin, attacking the surface skin. Although the two were not the same type of synthetic Qian poison, one of the main ingredients of the antidote was certainly Qian Wucao.

The Qian Wucao in her territory had already gone to seed; if all went well, Xia Qing would be able to plant more Qian Wucao this year.

Kuang Qingwei also spoke up right after Xia Qing, "Brother Yue sent me a copy too. I know a few people who deal in herbs. They might not necessarily be able to help, but more paths mean more hope."

Today's alliance meeting confirmed the personnel for guarding Xiong Dong, which resolved a major difficulty for Xia Qing.

The hidden valley inside Xiong Dong was guarded by Yue Haiying's camp, and the Dao seedlings and Green Lantern sweet potato seedlings being cultivated in the valley were under the remote attention of Yuan Yan and Shi Mu, so Xia Qing no longer needed to split her focus.

From now on, she could devote her main energy to her territory, focusing on spring plowing and improving her combat strength.

When Xia Qing returned to her territory with light steps, she found Tan Junjie leading a team surveying the northern isolation belt, using lime to mark out the position of the iron-mesh wall for Northern Section One and the temporary storage point for wall-building materials.

According to the plan formulated by Seeing Xin Yu, a 4.5-meter-high wall was to be built along the east, south, west, and north sides of the isolation belt in Northern Section One, and a high-voltage pulse shunt alarm system was to be installed. When a person or animal touched the iron mesh, the mesh would immediately generate a strong electric current, effectively preventing creatures from climbing over or damaging the wall.

To keep this alarm system running, a powerful power generation system was needed. This set of equipment was also fully equipped by the Chonglian Group, and would be handed over to the inspection team after commissioning was complete.

The iron-mesh wall of Northern Section One had four gates on its east, south, west, and north sides; the north gate was just north of Xia Qing's Territory Three. The monitoring authority for this gate did not belong to the inspection team—in name it belonged to Seeing Xin Yu, but in reality it belonged to Xia Qing.

This gate was left open specifically to make it convenient for the wolf pack to come and go.

Of course, a wolf as proud as the alpha wolf would certainly treat the two iron-mesh walls as hurdle rails to jump over, and would not obediently walk through the gate.

In the future, the ones who would frequently use this gate were probably just the Broken-Waist Wolf and the sick wolf. Thinking of the expression on the Broken-Waist Wolf's face when it came to her territory and had to pass through two gates, the corner of Xia Qing's mouth curved up.

After Yue Haiying's camp sent over the three missing types of herbs, Xia Qing realized that her idol had already sent her two of those herbs some time ago, asking the wolf pack to search for them.

It seemed that of these three types of herbs, only two could possibly be found within or near the wolf pack's territory.

Xia Qing had already repeatedly shown the Broken-Waist Wolf videos and pictures of the herbs, but it had been busy taking care of the alpha wolf and the wolf cubs recently and had no time to look for medicine; the handsome giant wolf who did good deeds without leaving a name and asked for no reward had gone to support the western territory, and Xia Qing couldn't reach it; the sick wolf in the territory hadn't recovered its combat strength yet and couldn't leave.

If she wanted to find the herbs as soon as possible...

Xia Qing opened her phone and used the camera to check on the situation inside the sheep pen.

Inside the cardboard box, the albino weasel stood on all four legs, shielding its young beneath its body, warily looking outward. It must have been the appearance of this human that made it feel threatened. The plucked one wasn't in the nest—it must have gone out looking for food.

Looking at the snow-white little fellow on the screen, Xia Qing couldn't help turning into starry eyes. They were both weasels—how could this albino one grow so pretty...

She really wanted to pet it...

The sick wolf lying outside the cardboard box poked its head into the box and sniffed the albino weasel. Soothed by this, the albino weasel no longer held its body tense.

The sick wolf was now the protector of the albino weasel and the weasel cubs. Xia Qing wasn't at all surprised that the sick wolf would do this, because they all belonged to the same wolf pack, and protecting the young was their instinct.

Since the sick wolf could soothe the albino weasel mother, things would be easy to handle.

Xia Qing took a basket and hurried to the greenhouse, pulled a small snake out of the snake box, plucked some alfalfa and spinach, and finally took a Green Lantern egg and put it in the basket. After returning home, she grabbed a handful of wheat bran and put it into the vegetable leaves and Yellow Lantern pumpkin, then stirred it evenly with egg liquid, and finally placed a small snake on top. She carried it to the sheep pen and asked softly, "Wolf Lao Er, is Little Bai Mao awake?"

She had to speak softly—if this albino weasel felt threatened and released its stench, that would be trouble.

The sick wolf looked at Xia Qing, with not a trace of guardedness in its eyes.

"Awake? I've prepared food for Little Bai Mao. Wolf Lao Er, carry it in for it to eat." Xia Qing didn't rashly enter the sheep pen, only letting the sick wolf deliver the food inside.

The sick wolf obediently walked over, skillfully bit the edge of the steel basin, and carried it in steadily.

It was well practiced at this job.

After confirming the food hadn't spilled, Xia Qing went back to her room, opened her phone, and used the camera to check on the situation inside the sheep pen.

The sick wolf placed the food beside the cardboard box, then carried the albino weasel out of the box and set it beside the basin.

The tense albino weasel took a full half minute before it sniffed the food in the basin and began to eat. The little fellow hadn't eaten anything from last night until now and was starving.

To Xia Qing's surprise, the first thing the albino weasel ate was the small chunks of pumpkin coated in egg liquid. After finishing the pumpkin, it licked the egg liquid in the basin clean before starting on the snake meat.

It seemed this snow-white little fellow didn't like eating alfalfa or spinach.

Xia Qing enlarged the image and carefully examined the weasel cubs in the cardboard box. The three dead cubs were already gone, and the five living ones all had full bellies, propping themselves up on their weak little legs and sniffing around looking for their mother.

Xia Qing dragged the surveillance footage and quickly found the scene of the dead cubs being dealt with.

When Xia Qing had gone to the meeting, the plucked weasel, whose anesthetic was gradually wearing off, had sidled up to the albino weasel and groomed its fur. Then the plucked weasel had picked up a dead cub from the corner of the cardboard box in its mouth and stumbled out of the box.

Xia Qing opened the camera in the courtyard and found that the plucked weasel had buried the dead cub in the ruins of the wasteland in front of her house.

After making three round trips to bury the dead cubs' bodies, the plucked weasel drank some water from the water basin before climbing back into the cardboard box to continue grooming the albino weasel.

When the albino weasel's anesthetic wore off and it began grooming the cubs, the plucked weasel climbed out of the cardboard box and ran off—it looked like it was going to look for food.

Judging by this, the plucked weasel was still a very responsible mate and father.

"Beep."

Xia Qing heard the alarm from the courtyard camera go off and saw the filthy plucked weasel returning with a frog in its mouth.

A field chicken was a tiger-spotted frog. This kind of frog had the habit of hibernating, and the weather had only just warmed up. The weasel must have expended great effort to dig this frog out from the edge of a ditch that had just thawed.

The plucked weasel carried the frog into the sheep pen, directly into the cardboard box, and fed it to the albino weasel's mouth.

The albino weasel, which had been lying on its side nursing, immediately got up to eat. The plucked weasel squatted in the cardboard box and cleaned its fur.

This scene was somehow warm.