C515 They Are Not Good Birds

Mao Xiaojun took out his phone and checked the time. It was already nine o'clock in the morning, and he couldn't delay any longer.

Thus, he didn't pay any more attention to the spotty dog. He took three bags of herbs from the table, placed them in a cloth bag, and left.

"You beast, when you wake up later, go and find some herbs to cure pigs for me. This old man still has to be put to good use