Godly Farmer

0Zhang Xiaoloong entered the city to buy medicinal herbs. They were not particularly expensive medicinal herbs. It was just that it was more complicated to mix them together. They could not be mixed together in a small pharmacy at one time.    0

    

Many ancient medicine formulas in China had been lost due to the passage of time. It was equivalent to losing a large amount of wealth that could not be measured with money.    

    

After making all the medicinal herbs, he immediately returned to Qinghe Village. According to what he had discussed with Wang Tiezhu previously, he would use the name of curing the plague to gather all the villagers.    

    

Because Wang Tiezhu was the leader, and they could not be careless about the plague, no one dared to neglect him. They all came to ask Zhang Xiaoloong to diagnose and treat him.    

    

No one else could tell what was going on. They only let Zhang Xiaoloong take the pulse and drink the medicine according to his instructions.    

    

Anyone who was infected would drink the medicine Zhang Xiaoloong made this time. Those who were not infected would drink the same soup, which was actually warm and nutritious.    

    

It was the old doctor in the village, Uncle Yang, who saw some things from the medicine.    

    

"Xiaoloong, this medicine of yours seems to have some fame, like what the ancient medicine said. But I can't tell exactly what it is, Uncle Yang said." Old Uncle Yang said with emotion, "This kind of good thing has already been lost. If you really have this thing... You should bring it to greater heights. "    

    

Zhang Xiaoloong was also startled. He had been busy preparing vegetables previously, but Shennong's medicine was also a good thing that benefited a region.    

    

But now, he could only suppress this matter and wait until later.    

    

"Uncle Yang, you also know that most of this medicine is the right medicine. There is almost no medicine like this that can treat a group of people's illnesses. It can only be used to determine the cause of diseases such as plagues. Normally, the same symptoms might have to be treated differently. So, it's really not easy to develop these things." Zhang Xiaoloong said helplessly.    

    

There was a huge difference between TCM and Western medicine. Basically, after learning Western medicine, there was a set of procedures that could be followed for any kind of illness or medicine. Just follow the procedure and take the medicine.    

    

However, TCM needed to distinguish between cold and heat. The difference between medicine that could be used for the same symptoms was like heaven and earth. Therefore, in order for TCM to develop, it needed many good doctors. It was impossible to solve the problem with just one dose of medicine. There was no such medicine.    

    

Old Uncle Yang clearly understood this too. He could only sigh and say, "However, the things left behind by the old ancestor should be kept a little bit. Even if not all diseases can be cured, at least there are some areas that can be used, right? If there are really those prescriptions, Xiaoloong, you must develop them. That is a good thing that benefits the people."    

    

This reminded Zhang Xiaoloong. He nodded and said, "Yes, I will work hard to make something. I will not waste the good things left by the old ancestor!"    

    

There were indeed many ancient recipes in his inheritance. Some of these things could also be used. It was just that he did not put much effort into it before.    

    

Almost everyone in Qinghe Village had been filtered out. Zhang Xiaoloong had helped them catalyze the medicinal strength with his divine power to ensure that these people would be safe and sound in the later stages.    

    

A few days passed just like that. Finally, all the illnesses in the village had disappeared. Only then did Zhang Xiaoloong feel relieved.    

    

"Little Red, jump into this bathtub."    

    

In Lee Xiulian's room, Zhang Xiaoloong said to Zheng Hong who was wearing thin clothes.    

    

"Ah?" Previously, Zheng Hong did not know what she was going to do to make her change into such clothes. Now she knew that he was going to let her take a bath.    

    

Her illness was also cured, but her mood did not ease up.    

    

After experiencing this period of seemingly revenge but being tortured like hell, Zheng Hong kept feeling that she was a dirty woman and would never have the face to meet people again.    

    

Now, in front of Zhang Xiaoloong, asking her to jump out of the bathtub made her feel a little embarrassed.    

    

If there was a man in this village that she did not hate, then Zhang Xiaoloong would definitely be the first.    

    

"If I told you to jump, then jump. How could Xiaoloong cheat you?" Lee Xiulian looked at him from the side and smiled, "If you don't jump, then I will jump. As long as Xiaoloong does it, I will jump. It is a good thing. Elder Sister Lianzi can't even think about it. "    

    

"Yes, I will jump!" Zheng Hong did not hesitate anymore.    

    

If her body was clean, even if she were to give herself to Zhang Xiaoloong now, she would still be willing to do so.    

    

Since that was the case, what was the point of taking a bath in front of this man? Furthermore, he was wearing clothes now.    

    

The clothes on her body were thin. Once she was soaked by the water, her curvaceous figure immediately became even more prominent. Especially since her chest was not covered at all, she could clearly see the tip of her clothes.    

    

This made Zheng Hong shy but she did not have the intention to dodge.    

    

She could not give it to the other party but letting this man look at her was also a form of repayment.    

    

Zhang Xiaoloong retracted his gaze and only looked at the other person's back. He reached out and placed his hand on her shoulder, continuously washing the dirt in her meridians with his divine power.    

    

Zheng Hong, who was originally a little shy, suddenly felt intense pain in her body.    

    

"Bear with it." Zhang Xiaoloong did not feel any pain at all. He just shouted, "After this, you will be reborn!"    

    

After hearing this, Zheng Hong did not struggle anymore. She gritted her teeth and endured the pain that she could not bear normally.    

    

The torture lasted for half an hour. Later, Zheng Hong finally could not hold it anymore and shouted loudly.    

    

Even so, Zhang Xiaoloong still did not have the intention to stop. After a few minutes, he suddenly changed his aura.    

    

The water in the bathtub quickly turned black, as if Zheng Hong was made of ink and was dyeing the water black.    

    

But when Zheng Hong felt it herself, it was completely different. She only felt that her body was incomparably light, as if she could fly with just a little effort.    

    

This was a rebirth, a true rebirth!    

    

Raising her arm and rolling up her sleeves, even the skin on her body was much more delicate and beautiful than before. It was as if water could be squeezed out with a pinch. It was not the slightest bit inferior to those big stars in the television advertisements.    

    

At the same time, she also had an indescribable feeling. In the most private part of her body, it seemed like she had followed Wang Fugui before.    

    

If she did not know that all these things had happened, she would have thought that she had just had a nightmare!    

    

Zheng Hong hurriedly touched her face. She felt that the scar on her face seemed to have become lighter, but it did not completely disappear. This was also proof that this was not a dream.    

    

"Alright." Zhang Xiaoloong said slowly, "Now your body is very clean. This is what you deserve after suffering so much. You don't have to worry about your face. I will go and find some medicine for you. When I come back... Your face will definitely be completely cured. I guarantee that not even a mark will be left on your face. "    

    

"Thank you, Big Brother Xiaoloong..." Zheng Hong was so excited that she started crying again.    

    

She knew very well now that even if the injury on her face could not be healed, she would not waste herself like in the past.    

    

"Silly girl, why are you crying? Big Brother Xiaoloong gave you a new body. Why don't you go and hug him and thank him?" Lee Xiulian gave him a mischievous look.    

    

Zheng Hong jumped out of the bathtub and pressed her soft chest against him.