As she brushed away the last leaves, she finally reached the foot of the village of Tirtaru.

Unlike the village she remembers, the villagers live on trees, but unlike the people who usually live in the forest, their houses are no longer monotonous treehouses with "one person, one tree", but bridges between trees for crossing and going up and down.

In this way, several families can live on a tree, which not only enhances the relationship between neighbors, but also facilitates a lot of shop transactions.

"Whoosh, stranger!," exclaimed one of the girls, ignoring any etiquette—also because they had not been in the world for a long time, and had ceased to care about these manners.

"Oh my God, it's rare to see a foreigner twice during this time~ Has anything happened recently?" said another girl beside her.

Perhaps because there are few tourists in Tirtalu now, the villagers have a strong curiosity about outsiders.

"Is it the delivery man? She has the smell of bread that Brother Noor used to bring. The child next to him raised his head and asked the adults around him.

"Hello, I have been commissioned by a gentleman to deliver the goods to Lynche's house. ”

After Ifu revealed his origins, the others lost interest: "I see... It's not a foreigner. ”

But after a short period of disappointment, the villagers enthusiastically pointed her out: "From here, the three-story house of Tree No. 8 is Sister Linche's house." ”

"Thank you. ”

She thanked the villagers, followed the instructions, went up the tree from the bridge, and looked for Tree Eight.

On the way to Lin Xie's house, Yi Fu would pay attention to some small vendors around him from time to time, watching them sell hunting weapons, grilled meat skewers, vegetables and various exotic colored potions, and then listening to the villagers skillfully negotiate prices: "You see I come every month, and the sister-in-law Gehua who came to you the day before yesterday was introduced by me, so it's cheaper." ”

"Roar, fifteen can't be less, it's already the cost price!"

These strange oral fetishes did not make her feel out of place in other cities, on the contrary, she was very envious of such places.

Maybe it's because she has never experienced the life of an ordinary citizen, so such a strong rural atmosphere and ordinary little days make her feel very warm.

When I came to Lin Xie's house on the third floor of Tree 8, there was a woman squatting in a small place in the fence of her house, trying to plant a small pale pink flower, as if she smelled the honey aroma coming from Yifu's body, she sniffed and looked sideways.

"Hello, is this Lynche's house?"

"Yes. The woman got up and patted the dirt on her hands: "I'm Lin Xie, are you here to deliver the baked honey buns?" ”

"Yes. Ifu handed her the oiled paper bag, and Lynche did not speak with a mouth fetish like the other villagers, but spoke the standard lingua franca like her.

Lin Xie took the oil paper bag and opened it in front of her, the sweet aroma lingered nearby, and when she took a bite, the light fresh milk in it overflowed, neutralizing the sweetness of the honey, and the smell of milk and honey provoked some villagers to stop and cast envious glances at her.

"Lynche, when will our baked honey buns arrive, we've been waiting for five days. ”

"Sorry Yasu, if you order a group, you will have to wait at least seven days to receive the goods. Lynche replied with an apologetic smile in return.

"Ahh

The villager said this and went back to his business.

Seeing her look forward to it like this, Lin Xie's apologetic expression just now turned slightly into a hint of pride, and then she realized that Yifu hadn't left yet, so she turned around and continued to chat with her.

"You should be able to see that I'm not from the village, I'm just here for inspection and study, because I really miss the baked honey buns in my hometown, so I specially called someone to send them, right... Why are you still here, not going back to work?"

"No, in fact I just stopped by to deliver the baked honey buns. Ifu shook his head and replied.

"In this way, do you need any help? Just as I repay you for bringing me hometown food~"

Lynche put the honey packets back into the oiled paper packets, ready to help.

Yi Fu didn't shirk either, and now she needs some information very much.

"I'm looking for a woman named Xue Erxun, do you know where she is now?"

Hearing this name, Lin Xie smiled and nodded: "Ah Xun she went out early in the morning, since she came to Tirta Lu Village, she goes out early and returns late every day, today she said that she is going to the east to collect golden dew grass, I heard that they are not only widely distributed, but also a little distance, um... If you're in a hurry, you can go east now, or sit at my house and wait for her to come back in the evening. ”

"Thank you very much, but I think it's better to go to her now. ”

I didn't expect to get Xueerxun's location information so easily, it seems that the heavens ~ Oh no, the World Tree really treats her well.

She left the village and searched the east, where the trees were not so dense and sparsely populated, and it seemed that the large forest behind the village of Tirtharu had many unexplored places.

Ifu raised his head and looked at the sky again, and sighed that the big forest was really a strange place, just now in the village there was plenty of light, and the sky was clear, but once out of the village, the sky turned into a deep night.

It was as if the sun was only looking over a small piece of heaven and earth.

In such a place, surrounded by a comfortable cool breeze, searching is no longer an anxious and impatient affair.

...

Beside the stream in the forest, there are many trees that glow orange at night, and are two people tall.

But such a height was not unusual for the well-informed Xue Erxun, and now she was standing aside with a frown, looking at the sickle in her hand, and shaking her head dissatisfied, she removed the large backpack from her back, and took out the hoe and axe from it.

Although the Golden Dew Grass in the Kevia Forest is abundant, it is still a very precious herb to the outside world, and her professionalism makes her not want to waste a Golden Dew Grass in vain because of her own temptation and uncertainty.

She freed up a lot of space in her backpack and arranged those tools neatly, just to give Jin Lucao a comfortable environment.

“En-ta，Do-lo-ta.”

I saw that she suddenly spoke, and read something solemnly, then picked up the axe, and found the best place to cut the golden dew grass recorded in the book, and cut down the hard branches that wrapped the fragile golden dew grass.