As for Tang Shu, she set her sights on the precious Herbs wetland fed by an underground river.
Before setting off, Tang Shu handed over a dozen sheets of paper filled with writing to Wen Nuan.
"These are all the types of Herbs found in the Ancient Tomb and their uses, the rest is up to you now. I hope to hear some good news soon."
Wen Nuan took them, a hint of surprise in her eyes, "So many?"
Those materials were a stack already.
"The wetland that the river leads to is not small; we discovered four or five kinds of precious Herbs alone. Believe me, their uses are definitely more than this."
When it came to Herbs, Tang Shu’s eyes gleamed with passion.
Wen Nuan couldn’t help but laugh, "What, haven’t the past few days been enough for your Processing?"
Most of the snow lotus had already been used up, okay? If it weren’t for the fact that the containers she brought were filled, I reckon she could have harvested all the Herbs in the wetland at her pace.
Tang Shu smiled, "I can never have too much, and besides, snow lotus is a sacred medicine for treating external wounds. You all definitely need it."
At her words, Wen Nuan paused, also recalling the snow lotus ointment Tang Shu had given her the day before. Its effect on stopping blood was immediate, not to mention it could speed up the healing of wounds, and the tested area had shown significant improvement by today.
The medicinal effect was completely consistent with the impression Tang Shu had given her, carrying a touch of fantasy.
If this ointment were used on those carrying out missions... it could not only save a number of lives but also increase the success rate of the missions.
"I got it, I’ll make sure to report this and get back to you as soon as possible."
On the way back, the archaeological team’s journey was much slower due to the inclusion of many precious artifacts, allowing them to take in much of the local customs and scenery.
Upon entering the nearest village, they happened to encounter a group of scripture spreaders, and the whole street fell exceptionally silent, devoid of any clamor.
The sound of worshippers kneeling and bowing, the turning of prayer wheels, the rustle of Buddha Beads, and the local people’s clear chants without a worldly thought created an atmosphere of powerful influence. From white-haired elders near a hundred years old to toddlers just beginning to speak, all came to turn the prayer wheel, as if reflecting the full spectrum of human life.
The archaeological team seemed moved by the display, silently absorbing everything and falling into quiet reflection.
Besides that, on the way back, they didn’t miss the peach forests spread across the mountains or the green belt-like river... everyone had grown to deeply love this land.
"With such picturesque scenery and fresh air, one can only imagine how beautiful it must have been thousands of years ago. No wonder it could nurture the tribe led by Ah Jia."
"Yes, a civilization was born here, leaving treasures for us descendants to trace. We’re still able to study their life and culture today."
It can be said that the existence of Ah Jia’s Ancient Tomb has taken the work of today’s archaeology up another notch.
After arriving at West Market with the archaeological team’s SUV, Tang Shu parted ways with everyone.
She was called away by a phone call and after two hours of travel reached a nearby acting troupe; stepping off the vehicle, she received an embrace from Geng Qiuqiu.
"Shushu, I’ve missed you so much!"
As the dust of her arrival had yet to settle, Tang Shu hurriedly wiped the saliva off her face.
"Sister Geng, show some restraint."
At that moment, she was wearing mid-calf boots and tight jeans that hugged her long legs, with a black jacket on her torso, and her delicate features became more pronounced in the sunlight. Paired with those three helpless words she just uttered, it was too much for Geng Qiuqiu to handle.