Nongmen Space: Farming lady is not easy to mess with

Chapter 307
Shu Yingtong, who was lying on the table, raised her head and met a pair of curious beautiful eyes when she opened her eyes.

"Are you awake? You have been asleep for a while." Jing Yunyan reached out to help her straighten her forehead hair, and there were outsiders present. Although she was still in a coma, it was difficult for her to speak clearly.

"Well, with this medicine that works with you, I guess you can live for decades." Shu Yingtong handed him the white jade bottle in his hand.

Sasha refined part of the Taiwei Nine Aperture Returning Pill and Spiritual Fruit into spiritual liquid suitable for mortals, at the cost of consuming a little more energy and making it smaller.

"So powerful?" He uncorked the bottle and took it to the tip of his nose to smell it. "Why... there is a feeling of déjà vu?"

Not the smell, but the feeling.

I can't tell, but I feel very close anyway.

Shu Yingtong smiled at him, "In theory, your flesh and blood have the same effect."

A whole Qionghuaqiushi had melted into his body, and of course he felt that the spiritual liquid in the bottle seemed familiar.

Jing Yunyan put the cork back silently, and smiled brightly at her, "I just want to give you something to eat."

Shu Yingtong kicked him, "No, I want to eat."

After finishing speaking, he glanced at Pei Zhixing who hadn't pulled out the needle on the bed and the black blood in the tub on the ground, straightened his clothes and walked outside, "I'll ask if dinner is ready."

The inn's business was so bad, and they didn't have a lot of ingredients in stock. I wanted to order a few dishes, but the old shopkeeper said he wanted to treat her to dinner.

It's normal to owe favors and repay favors, but she didn't refuse.

Shu Yingtong opened the door, it was already dark outside, lanterns were lit under the eaves, and several courtyard stone lanterns were lit.

The small stove at the corner of the corridor was glowing with charcoal. Ah Ming sat on the pony and fanned the fire while wiping his sweat with his sleeves. The air was filled with the smell of boiled Chinese medicine.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Ah Ming jumped up and ran to stand a step away from Shu Yingtong, looking at her nervously, "Mrs. Jing is out, my young master, how is he?"

The door was closed all the time, and he didn't dare to knock, his heart was in a mess.

He didn't ask for anything else, only that they could alleviate the young master's condition, at least until they reached Huanshan Village.

"I won't be able to die for a while." Shu Yingtong replied to the point, looking at Ah Ming whose face was flushed red by the fire, after thinking about it, she asked him: "Why do you have to go to Yuan County?"

Ah Ming stretched her neck and looked in through the unclosed door. Seeing that Jing Yunyan was sitting on the edge of the bed and had already started to close the needle, she was a little relieved when she said that her life was not in danger.

He lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then raised his head and smiled shyly at Shu Yingtong, "Someone threw a note and told us that Li Chen's miracle doctor is in Yuan County, so we came here."

"Have you ever seen that miracle doctor?"

"No, no."

"So sloppy?"

Ah Ming slumped her shoulders, pinching the handle of the cattail fan unconsciously, her low voice was a little helpless.

"Young Master Jing is right. We searched all over the famous doctors in Cangyi and all of them asserted that my young master will not live to be eighteen. My young master will be eighteen this year."

He sniffed, "There was a drought in the southwest, and many victims fled to Cangyi at the end of last autumn. My young master asked his family's servants to distribute porridge outside the city for two months."

"Young Master asked us to replace the rent from the farm and the rice in the granary with miscellaneous grains and chaff. At first, many hungry people said that my young master is stingy, why don't you give out plain porridge!"

He wiped away his tears aggrievedly, "The government provides white porridge, but their porridge is so watery that it can touch your face! Only my porridge shed picks it up with a spoon, and it can really save your belly!"

Shu Yingtong listened silently. In fact, this was the smartest and most affordable emergency method, and it was also a stupid one.

Some people don't want to move when their stomachs are full, they just wait to eat.

Thinking of passing the time, waiting for the famine to pass, and then returning to my hometown.

Ah Ming heard Jing Yunyan coughing inside, and realized that he was too excited and his voice was too loud. He hung his head and sniffed, and lowered his voice, but he still wanted to apologize for the young master.

"The food has been exchanged, and the young master asked us to take money to the rice store to buy it and then distribute the porridge. Of course we don't want to, it is for the young master to treat illnesses. He said. He said that he would exchange his life for hundreds of thousands of people outside the city. Human life is worth it"

"Later, the drought in the Southwest was relieved, and the hungry people all left. But our young master didn't have much money to see a doctor. The land property and shop at home sold less and less. The young master returned the deeds of prostitution of the servants in the family to them. If I don't leave, I will Just follow the young master."

"After the new year, the young master's health is getting worse and worse. One morning I woke up and found a folded note at the door of the room. It said that my master was kind to him many years ago and asked my young master to leave for Yuan County as soon as possible. Looking for Lichen Divine Doctor."

"Tongtong, let him show me the note."

There was a sudden interruption from inside, Ah Ming hesitated, and shook his head with determination, "This is not going to work."

Shu Yingtong let out a breath, "The one inside is the direct disciple of Divine Doctor Lichen. Give it to him, it's just a note, it's not a secret letter."

"Really, really?" Ah Ming was dubious.

"I am the head of Huanshan Village, Yuan County, and my surname is Shu." Shu Yingtong took out the road guide and showed him.

"Yes, you can watch it! So you are that Village Chief Shu!" Ah Ming suddenly jumped up excitedly, and rushed to her room.

Shu Yingtong looked at his back suspiciously, has his reputation spread so far?

not so much
Ah Ming rushed back holding a small cloth bag, his red eyes gleaming, he lifted the cloth layer by layer, revealing a small note that was folded squarely and handed it to Shu Yingtong.

"Okay, go and do your work."

Ah Ming happily agreed, turned and ran back to watch the fire.

Shu Yingtong took the note and went in, meeting Jing Yunyan's faintly smiling eyes, "Let's see who sold you out justly."

"Oh, it's not good that my daughter-in-law is too smart, and she doesn't beat around the bush when revealing the bottom line."

Jing Yunyan accepted the note with a smile and opened it, read the handwriting carefully, took a photo under the light, took out a porcelain bottle from his arms and poured some medicine on the note.

"Well...the one who gave you a blood coral ornament last year. He said he was shocked when he saw you. He asked the old man and secretly checked the details of this person."

After finishing speaking, he glanced thoughtfully at Pei Zhixing, who had his eyes closed tightly, "All Zhonglie died of injustice, and the remaining one who sacrificed himself for others really deserves to be saved."

In Shu Yingtong's mind, a strong man with sharp eyebrows and tiger eyes popped up. Last winter, the shopkeepers of Huichuntang in various cities often sent annual accounts to her home.

Cangyi is a coastal province, and the meeting gifts brought by several Huichun halls are all related to the ocean.

The pot of blood coral is gorgeous but not vulgar, dignified and impressive.

Huichuntang's open business of medicinal materials is the eyes and ears of Qinglan Villa in various cities.

She glanced at Pei Zhixing, "The horse leather shroud who died in battle is the last dignity of a soldier."

(End of this chapter)