The damp, cold mist gathered into clumps, and in no time at all, it soaked through Bai Qi's rough homespun clothes.,After working hard, Bai Qi was exhausted and panting. He sat down, took out two dry biscuits, and chewed them with water from a pottery jar.,“What ancient people called ‘dry rations’ actually means this! It is indeed dry and hard, difficult to swallow!”。