The twilight had gradually darkened, and in the dense rolling mountains, the sky seemed to dim even earlier compared to outside the mountain.
Pan Yong stood up, glanced at the work in everyone's hands, and said, "Your tasks are almost done, pack up. The rest, Duan Rong and I will finish up. You all can head back to prepare dinner."
Yin Cong sealed the last jar he had and said, "I'm done here."
Chen Hu and Tang Zhu didn't speak, dropped their tasks, and stood up to leave.
"Wait for me, you two." Yin Cong immediately chased after them.
Pan Yong watched Duan Rong, still peeling insects, and said, "Alright, Duan Rong. No need to peel more, we have enough."
In just over an hour, Duan Rong had already filled more than half the wooden basin. One insect, with its plump body wriggling, had already crawled to the edge of the basin, about to climb over. Pan Yong casually swept it back into the rolling pile of insects in the basin.
