Chapter 935: Exploitative Life
Farmer's Wife Has Magic Skills
Editor: Henyee Translations
Chu Tang looked towards the designated spot, where indeed, there were silver needles. âYou remember so clearly?â
Tao Qingxiang said, âI have a good memory, and I personally placed these items here. Moreover, I check on them every day.â
Chu Tang took the silver needles and said, âGo lie down on the bed. Iâll start acupuncture soon.â
Tao Qingxiang glanced at Chu Tang, maneuvered his wheelchair to the window, and then pressed a mechanism on the wheelchair, transforming it into a reclining chair.
âThis chair is quite something,â Chu Tang muttered to himself, appreciating the mechanical craftsmanship he hadnât considered before.
Tao Qingxiang, despite his skepticism about the young manâs ability to heal his leg, couldnât help but feel hopeful, âIf you cure my leg, I can give you as many of these chairs as you want, along with other things.â
Chu Tang smiled, âDeal.â
He lifted the hem of Tao Qingxiangâs robe to his knee, lit a candle, and heated the needles before starting the acupuncture.
Suddenly, Tao Qingxiang asked, âIâve had acupuncture before and I usually feel nothing, but why does it hurt a bit with your needles?â
Chu Tang explained, âPain is a sign that it can be cured. Arenât you happy about that?â
Tao Qingxiang realized, âThereâs pain, my leg can be treated! They all said it was hopeless, those quacks.â
Chu Tang didnât respond, focusing on the acupuncture.
Left Emissary, unable to stay away any longer, came in and asked, âWhat are you doing?â
Chu Tang, without looking up, replied, âAcupuncture. Isnât it obvious?â
Left Emissary, seeing his sonâs legs covered with densely packed needles, felt distressed, âWill this make his legs better?â
Chu Tang explained, âNo, this is to stimulate the growth of the sinews to facilitate reconnecting them.â
Left Emissary paused, âYou can reconnect sinews?â
Chu Tang affirmed, âYes, if I didnât have such medical skills, your Hall Master wouldnât have invited me. Donât worry.â
Left Emissary, with mixed emotions, said, âI have a question for you, young master.â
Chu Tang prompted, âPlease ask.â
Left Emissary offered a tempting proposition, âCan you stay with the Yun Organization? We are willing to offer you a position as an elder.â
Chu Tang naturally couldnât agree at this point; it was too early and cheap, and he wasnât planning to join the Yun Organization, lest Zeng Huo would go mad, âLeft Emissary, letâs not rush. Letâs talk about this after I heal your sonâs legs.â
Left Emissary nodded, the chill in his demeanor dissipating, âWhat can I do for you?â
Chu Tang looked up, âDo you have a pharmacy here?â
Left Emissary, puzzled, responded, âNo.â
âThen send someone to fetch the medicine. Get plenty, Iâll need more tomorrow.â Chu Tang wrote down a prescription, adding some items for his personal use.
Left Emissary glanced at the prescription, âIâll send someone right away.â
Chu Tang continued with the acupuncture.
After two hours, the session ended, and Chu Tang felt tired, âIs there a room for me?â
âYes, please follow me.â Left Emissary, delighted that Tao Qingxiang felt pain, personally led him to a neighboring bamboo house, which was elegantly furnished, making it a very comfortable and relaxing place to stay.
Besides a nice place to stay, a series of exquisite dishes were brought in for Chu Tang to enjoy.
Chu Tang looked at the full table of dishes and thought to himself, just feeling a little pain had brought such good treatment; if he cured the man completely, Left Emissary would be overjoyed.
He invited Hong Feiyun to join him for the meal, this fellow who was disguised as a woman and had been shocked to see himself in the mirror; he probably hadnât recovered from the shock yet.
Hong Feiyun glanced at Chu Tang and sat down to eat heartily.
Chu Tang couldnât help but say, âSometimes when you canât resist, itâs better to go with the flow and show your best side.ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Hong Feiyun glared at him, âCan we not talk while eating?â
Chu Tang raised his hands in surrender, âOkay, okay, Iâll stop.â
A maid came in to report, âYoung master, the medicine has been bought.â
Chu Tang instructed, âBoil it in a large iron pot for half an hour. Add water if it runs low. Later, let your young master soak in it for the duration of burning an incense stick. Make sure you time it carefully.â
The maid bowed, âYes, young master.â
Hong Feiyun asked, âWhat do we do next?â
Understanding what he meant, Chu Tang replied with a suppressed laugh, âIâll stay here; you continue playing the role of Hong Feiyun.â
Hong Feiyun was on the verge of a breakdown, despairingly saying, âJust kill me.â
Chu Tang responded, âHang in there; it will be over in a few days.â
Hong Feiyun replied expressionlessly, âI canât stand it for a moment longer, and youâre asking me to endure for several days? Are you serious?â
After taking a few bites of his meal, Chu Tang finally responded to his complaint, âIâm not joking with you.â
Hong Feiyun, feeling utterly trapped, thought, âDamned cross-dressing!â
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Under the bright moonlight.
âIâm so hungry,â Yi Chuanchuan complained, sitting cross-legged on the ground, unwilling to move.
Jiang Zhanglin stood up and pulled Yi Chuanchuan to his feet, âCome on, letâs go to the village chiefâs house to see if he has any food we can buy.â
Yi Chuanchuan saw a glimmer of hope, âGood idea.â
Cloaked by the night, the two made their way to the village chiefâs house. Hearing footsteps, the village chief looked around before opening the door and letting them in, âKeep your voices down, speak softly.â
The village chief, being hospitable, offered them food after learning they hadnât had dinner yet, âThereâs not much at home, but I can make you a bowl of noodles?â
Jiang Zhanglin thanked him politely, âThank you, elder, but letâs talk about the village first.â
The village chief turned serious, âIâm telling you, knowing about these things could bring you danger. Arenât you afraid?â
Jiang Zhanglin shook his head, âWeâre not afraid, elder, please tell us.â
Admiring their bravery, the village chief said, âAlright, Iâll tell you.â
He recalled, âIt started about a year and a half to two years ago when a group of people in black suddenly stormed into our village and took a bunch of people away. Everyone was terrified, and we reported it to the authorities in the county.â
âA few days later, those who were taken were returned, and we withdrew the complaint.â
âSince then, weâve been living a life of exploitation.â
âYou see those people, we donât know where they come from, but they take the entire village to do one thing â clear the land.â
Jiang Zhanglin was puzzled, âClear the land?â
The village chief nodded, âYes, those places are remote but the land is fertile. If not for being so isolated, it would have been cultivated long ago.â
Yi Chuanchuan asked, âIs that all? Just clearing the land?â
The village chief explained, âJust clearing. We go in the morning, come back at noon for lunch, and then go back out in the afternoon. Itâs very tough; weâve been at it for so long, and itâs still not finished.â
Jiang Zhanglin asked, âDo you remember the location?â
The village chief nodded, âYes, itâs not far from here. If you go northwest, past three small hills, thereâs a large valley. That area is very secluded, but the soil is rich â it would have been cultivated long ago if it werenât so out of the way.â
Yi Chuanchuan inquired further, âIs it just clearing?â
The village chief said, âJust clearing. We go in the morning, come back at noon, eat, and go back out in the afternoon. Itâs very difficult. Weâve been clearing for so long, and itâs still not done.â
Jiang Zhanglin asked, âDo you remember the location?â