"When you were planting herbs years ago, I was the little kid who went to your field every day to help you catch pests. Uncle, don’t you remember me?"
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Old Zhao, the village chief, is in his eighties and still quite robust.
Pingping is in her sixties and in good health as well.
Especially since her daughter-in-law is carrying a grandson for her this year, she’s about to become a grandmother soon.
Of course, the hospital hasn’t disclosed whether it’s a granddaughter or a grandson.
This was deduced by Zhang Feng today when he came back with nothing to do and checked her daughter-in-law’s pulse.
"Brother Zhang, are you going out again?"
Upon leaving the room of the pregnant woman and stepping into the courtyard.
Pingping, the former village chief Zhao, and a group of elderly villagers eagerly watched this ’Medicine God’ who helped them prosper.
Zhang Feng looked at them and smiled, "I won’t be going out in recent years, as I’ve learned a new prescription."
Zhang Feng spoke and then looked specifically at Pingping, whose youthful charm was long gone, leaving only wrinkles, "Have you persisted in writing down the reports on planting medicine for these decades?"
"I have!" Pingping continued to gaze at Zhang Feng with admiration, "Brother Zhang, all the things you’ve told me, I’ve etched in my heart. I’ve meticulously written down all the reports."
"Mm." Zhang Feng nodded, feeling that the people arranged at the beginning were quite dependable.
But when he thought carefully.
During his journey of cultivation, there seemed to be no bad people because as soon as he met any bad individuals, he would find ways to eliminate them.
Encountering those with a bad temperament.
Not a word was wasted.
No conversation, no meetings.
So indeed, there were no bad people left.
In a blink of an eye.
Spring passed and summer came.
It’s now summer, the forty-eighth year in this world.
For these years, Zhang Feng has lived like a farming peasant, never leaving the village.
Through the learning over these years, and Pingping’s decades of knowledge compilation.
Zhang Feng has thoroughly mastered the practice of Dan Jin and also practically deconstructed the prescription for Dan Jin.
He is almost finished with his research now.
Not only that, Zhang Feng also utilizes the practical experiences of the village people.
Enhancing the care and yield of the herbs to a greater extent.
Moreover, Zhang Feng specifically found time to make notes of all this, researched them alongside Pingping, and further summarized his gains.
This nearly fifty-year journey is abundantly fruitful.
It’s like a world of great growth and laying a super solid foundation.
Now, the prescription, herbs, Immortal Skill, Dan Jin.
The four major areas of knowledge have all been largely assimilated.
With two years remaining, there’s ample time to complete everything.
It is precisely because of this.
Zhang Feng decided to take a tour of Da Ling Mountain.
Since the medicinal herbs related to the prescription have just been planted, there’s nothing to do but wait.
Ten days later, Da Ling Mountain.
Zhang Feng, wielding a knife, was scouring the mountains for rat holes.
Zhang Feng navigated the complex forest, stepping more than a hundred meters at a time, easily maneuvering around the surrounding trees with his enhanced vision.
Pause when tired from searching, rest and search again.
By the first day morning, Da Ling Mountain was only half searched.
Zhang Feng noticed a tunnel carved by human hands at the base of a mountain.
Zhang Feng, reliant on his skills, boldly entered wielding his knife.
This tunnel was unlike the winding ones in other worlds, instead leading straight to a cave.
This cave resembled the mechanized caves seen in other worlds.
With large stones and also a platform.
However, it was more refined here.
Not only were there pulleys and a stone gate, but also some Taoist talismans pasted on top.
Zhang Feng glanced at them and felt they were too simple; these talismans were just for show, without any effect.
’That Lingshan Immortal is indeed crazy.’
Zhang Feng stepped up to the stone and casually removed all the talismans.
’Spiritual Thought is your own inner thought, though it can temporarily attach to external objects, it cannot be maintained endlessly.
At least, I can’t achieve that with Six Paths Spirit now, and since I easily removed his talisman, he can’t do it either.’
After removing the talisman.
Zhang Feng surveyed the area, finding no rat holes yet.
Looks like those rats haven’t burrowed out; it’s perfect for a complete sweep.
However, it seems the Lingshan Immortal may have already run out of life or encountered some incident, locking up his treasured rats.
Zhang Feng did not waste time and went up the platform to operate the mechanism.
With a rumbling sound, the stone slowly descended, more ingenious and pleasing than the original mechanism.
But as the stone descended, more than ten dogs-sized rats eyed him.
Zhang Feng’s mood was less than pleasant.
As soon as they saw Zhang Feng, as if they hadn’t eaten for a long time or spotted fresh meat, they charged forward en masse.
But among them, a two-legged rat initially intended to leap towards Zhang Feng with the crowd to savor the feast delivered.
Yet afterward, as it perceived something, it let out a shrill cry, hoping to make its offspring retreat.
Zhang Feng breezed through the swarm of rats, arriving in front of it.
The rats along the way were left dismembered, with blood and bodies scattered on the ground.
Zhang Feng examined this strange rat, ready to kill it.
This two-legged rat squeaked a few times, exposing a human-like plea, and in unfamiliar speech, said:
"Master... Master Uncle... Nephew was wrong..."
Upon hearing ’Master Uncle,’ Zhang Feng paused his hand holding the knife.
Reflecting on memories past, it seemed there was indeed a little rat squeaking at him when he and the Lingshan Immortal were about to part ways.