The courtyard door opened wide and Wang Chen walked out.
He wore a set of simple cloth clothes, wore straw sandals on his feet, hung a gourd on his waist, and carried a long hoe on his shoulder.
Completely dressed like a farmer.
And Wang Chen's temperament is no different from that of ordinary mortals.
All the sharpness and aura have been restrained!
It was just dawn at this time, and there was still a layer of mist in the valley. A cobblestone path led from the entrance of the courtyard to the outside of the valley.
Along this path, Wang Chen came to the stream not far from the mouth of the valley.
More than ten acres of recently reclaimed medicinal fields appeared before his eyes!
Half a month ago, Wang Chen joined the Qingyun League and came to live in this valley hermitage.
He did not spend most of his time on cultivation like other monks. Instead, he purchased a batch of agricultural tools and medicinal seeds in Taiwu City, and cultivated and planted these medicinal fields.
Wang Chen grows Huang Jing.
Polygonatum is one of the daily foods of the monks in this world, because this medicinal material has the effects of nourishing qi and yin, strengthening the spleen, moistening the lungs and kidneys, and can also remove the foul odor caused by eating the meat of ferocious beasts, which is very helpful for the practice of martial arts.
It is beneficial.
Some monks even only eat Huangjing.
He walked into the medicinal field with a hoe and began to clear the weeds in the field.
The newly planted Polygonatum japonica has sprouted buds, and it looks lush and green. However, it is more difficult to remove the weeds. If you are not careful, you may damage the roots, and your efforts will be in vain.
Wang Chen hoeed every time with precision, and the landing point of each hoe was extremely precise. The depth of digging was just right. He had just dug out the weeds and cut off their roots without harming the Polygonatum japonica next to it.
And he did such a boring job with great patience.
If someone is watching at this time, they will find that Wang Chen's every move has an indescribable charm.
His whole body seemed to be integrated with the surrounding world.
"嘤嘤!"
A white fox suddenly jumped up to the field ridge, wrinkled its nose and shouted at Wang Chen: "You haven't finished hoeing yet?"
Hu Jiaojiao followed Wang Chen to live in seclusion in the valley for half a month. She never understood why Wang Chen was so keen on farming and spent most of his time on the medicinal fields.
Wang Chen stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead and said, "It's almost healed."
Despite his slow movements, he was extremely efficient in weeding, so out of a dozen acres of medicinal fields, only three acres were left unhoeed.
Hu Jiaojiao showed a pitiful expression: "Wang Chen, let's go to the city to eat roast chicken today."
As she spoke, she suddenly jumped forward, jumped up and lay on Wang Chen's back, rubbing the latter's face affectionately.
Wang Chen smiled and said, "Okay."
There is a famous dish called butter chicken in Taiwu City. It is cooked with free-range two-year-old hens and is very delicious.
Hu Jiaojiao had eaten it once before and never forgot it.
Wang Chen speeded up and quickly finished hoeing the last three acres of land.
He took the little fox back home, put away the farm tools and put on a set of clean clothes. He left the valley and headed for Taiwu City.
Although the Hermitage was sixty or seventy miles away from Taiwu City, Wang Chen used his movement skills to reach his destination in less than a stick of incense.
The butter chicken at Wangyunlou in Taiwu City was the best. Wang Chen ordered three of them at this restaurant and let Hu Jiaojiao devour them.
After eating and drinking, he came to Taiwu Pavilion.
Taiwu Pavilion belongs to the power center of Taiwu City, a cabinet run by top figures.
And Wang Chen came to see Mo Han today.
Because just yesterday, the governor of Taiwu Pavilion sent a letter, inviting him to gather in the city.
So Wang Chen came here as invited.
What Wang Chen didn't expect was that when he saw Mo Han again, the monk knelt down on the spot: "Fellow Daoist Wang, please save my father!"
Wang Chen was confused and quickly helped the other person up: "Friend Mo, why did you say this?"
Mo Han was originally a handsome, young and handsome man, but now he seems to be more than ten years older, with several gray hairs, and he looks very haggard.
After questioning, Wang Chen learned that Mo Han's father had suffered a serious illness at home a few days ago and was still in a coma.
Although Mo Han was a monk, he had no ability to treat illnesses and save lives, so he immediately called for the best doctors in the city to treat his father. As a result, all the doctors invited expressed their inability to do anything.
In desperation, Mo Han could only go to Qingyun Palace and seek help from the monks in Qingyun League who were good at medical skills.
Originally, this was a very simple matter. As long as they were willing to pay some merit, no one would refuse.
However, what Mo Han didn't expect was that the monks he asked for help either said they didn't have time to practice in seclusion, or offered an unaffordable price, but no one was willing to help.
Although Mo Han worked in Taiwu Pavilion, he was quite popular in Qingyun League. He really couldn't believe that such a situation happened.
A monk with whom he usually had a good relationship couldn't bear it and secretly told Mo Han the reason.
Mo Han didn't say what the reason was, but Wang Chen saw the clue from his embarrassed look: "It has something to do with me, right?"
Mo Han nodded bitterly: "Yes."
In the final analysis, it was the result of Wang Chen's injury to Hong Yuan in the main hall of Qingyun Palace half a month ago.
"Someone gave me a message, saying that if you want to cure my father, you have to exchange it for your transformed pet!"
Wang Chen was surprised: "That guy hasn't given up yet?"
"I suspect that the one who really wants fellow Taoist Bai Hu is Master Ji Yun!"
Mo Han gritted his teeth and said, "Hongyuan is not that capable!"
Master Jiyun?
A sanctimonious face instantly appeared in Wang Chen's mind - interesting!
Mo Han took a deep breath and said calmly: "Fellow Daoist Wang, I don't want to ask you to give me the white fox. I, Mo Han, am not a shameless villain who is selfish and ungrateful. I just want to ask you to help me."
Let’s see if my father can still be saved.”
In fact, Mo Han was seriously ill and sought medical treatment. He searched all the doctors in the city, and the monks from the Qingyun League were unwilling to help. He only went to Wang Chen because he had no other choice.
The young monk was also extremely conflicted in his heart. He felt that he had no shame in approaching Wang Chen directly, so he wrote an invitation letter.
I thought that if Wang Chen had something to do and couldn't come, then he wouldn't have to worry about it anymore.
In the end, Wang Chen really came.
After understanding the cause and effect, Wang Chen felt a little bit dumbfounded, but he was more angry.
No one is guilty of harboring a jade, but some people cannot get rid of their greedy thoughts even if they become extraordinary!
Fortunately for Wang Chen, he is not an incompetent man.
"Let's go and see your father first."
The two came to Mo Mansion together.
The Mo family is a large family in Taiwu City. There are many members of the clan who are not weak in strength. As a monk, Mo Han is considered the most outstanding disciple of the Mo family.
In the inner house of Mo Mansion, Wang Chen saw Mo's father lying on the hospital bed.