After Zhou bingchang left, Xie Xuan rested in the medicine garden for a while, then watered many herbs, killed insects and pulled weeds. After this series of things, Xie Xuan was also tired of backache and backache. Looking up, he found that the sun had risen high.

Xie Xuan rubs his back and eyes, laughs suddenly, leans over one of the silverleaf grasses, pulls out the middle one, and quickly delivers it to his bosom. From the appearance, there is not a little silverleaf grass.

at this time, the garden is quiet. No one bothers. Xie Xuan draws gourds like a gourd. He makes a big circle in the garden...