In the woods east of Xiao Shi Village, five children around ten years old, their clothes made of hemp and their skin tanned by the sun, were crouching in the grass.,But once, when he was making flowers, he happened to use this crucible to hold some salt.,After all, Su Mingren is getting up there in years. After circling a few times, his face was red and he was panting, unable to run any further.。