In the room with a rich rustic atmosphere, Wang Jin was sitting peacefully. Directly in front of the small table was the village chief sitting upright, and on the left was He Yuan, who was carefully looking at Wang Jin with her peripheral vision.
"Wang...Mr. Wang, your tea..."
The village chief's daughter-in-law carefully served Wang Jin a bowl of tea, her hands trembling.
"Thanks."
Wang Jin smiled politely, took the tea, and took a sip of tea under the nervous gazes of the village chief and his daughter-in-law. His eyes lit up immediately and he praised: "Good tea!"
I don't know why, but after hearing Wang Jin's praise, the village chief and his daughter-in-law subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.
It was just a cup of tea, but the two of them felt like they were undergoing some kind of test.
It is obvious that the combined age of the two people is dozens of times that of the young man in front of them.
However, when facing this young man who was even more handsome than a girl, the two of them subconsciously felt a sense of awe from the bottom of their hearts.
Just like gods to mortals.
This kind of awe is not because of anything else, but because of what happened just now.
A fourth-level warrior and a second-level spiritual master was defeated so easily by Wang Jin.
It's as simple and easy as squeezing a little chicken to death.
Wang Jin was very measured. He just knocked out all those big men in suits and did not kill them. He left them to the village chief to deal with.
He is a law-abiding and enthusiastic citizen, how could he commit murder?
The village chief has already called several people to send Brother Kong and his party to the city and then to the military headquarters, where they will be handled by the local military headquarters.
The students and villagers who were injured by Brother Kong and others were also taken to the hospital along the way.
The atmosphere on the small wooden table was very strange. The village chief's wrinkled face was hesitant to speak, while He Yuan was holding the teacup and drinking tea gently, looking carefully from the corner of her eye through the gap in the teacup that almost covered most of her face.
With Wang Jin.
The village chief and He Yuan were obviously uneasy, but Wang Jin seemed not to notice the strange atmosphere on the small wooden table at all, and was sipping tea by himself.
Wang Jin didn't speak, and neither of them dared to speak.
"Big brother."
Just as Wang Jin put down the tea cup, he felt the corner of his clothes being pulled. When he lowered his head, he saw a little girl with two braids. She was holding a few toffee in her hands, looking up at him with a clear face.
His big eyes are full of hope.
"Brother, thank you for saving my father, Yaya, please give me some sweets."
She used a voice that still sounded like milk, stood on tiptoes, and held it up as hard as she could with both hands.
"Yaya, what are you doing? Put the candy away and don't disturb Mr. Wang!"
Yaya's mother on the side was startled and quickly came over to pull Yaya.
However, Wang Jin laughed.
He bent down and took the white rabbit toffee from Yaya's hand, and patted Yaya's head gently.
"Thank you for the candy. How did you know that eldest brother likes candy the most?"
Yaya's two big eyes suddenly narrowed into stars, and she turned around and happily showed off to her mother loudly: "Mom, look, big brother accepted my candy!"
Yaya's mother still pulled Yaya aside, but when she looked at Wang Jin who was tearing open a packet of toffee wrappers and putting a toffee into his mouth, her eyes were a little less alert.
Wang Jin gently put a toffee into his mouth.
Mmm, very sweet.
"Mr. Wang, may I ask why you came to our village?"
Perhaps because of Wang Jin's gentle attitude towards Yaya, the village chief finally spoke to break the silence at the table.
"Just call me Wang Jin, you don't have to call me Mr. Wang." Wang Jin said with a smile, his gentle look was completely different from the previous image of him smashing Brother Kong's head to the ground in a very violent way.
people.
"Okay, then, Wang... little brother, I'm used to being straightforward, so I'll just say something straightforward."
The village chief sat upright, his face as old as tree bark was full of seriousness: "Brother Wang, you saved the lives of our family. Our family will never forget this life-saving grace, but you
If you are also here for the prescription in my hand, I..."
"You misunderstood." Wang Jin's expression remained unchanged, and he calmly interrupted the village chief: "I'm not interested in the prescriptions you have in your hand. I came here just to buy some medicinal materials from you."
"Buy...how many medicinal materials?"
The village chief could hardly believe his ears.
Wang Jin had saved the lives of three generations of their family. The village chief had already made plans. As long as Wang Jin did not make any excessive demands, they were willing to repay Wang Jin for his life-saving grace even if they lost their entire family.
Even if Wang Jin insists on asking for the prescription, the village chief can grit his teeth and give Wang Jin a copy.
But now Wang Jin doesn't want anything, just a few medicinal materials?
Or do you have to spend money to buy it?
In fact, Wang Jin did not like the so-called ancestral prescription in the hands of the village chief.
Not to mention whether the so-called ancestral prescription in the hands of the village chief is comparable to the Dragon Bone Tiyuan Decoction of the military department.
So what if it is comparable to the Dragon Bone Tiyuantang of the Military Department?
In the past month, he has taken the Marrow Cleansing Pill, which was refined according to the elixir recipe in the Xianxia World, and the effect was more than three or four times that of Longgu Tiyuan Decoction.
Nowadays, he is not very fond of Dragon Bone Tiyuan Decoction, let alone the so-called ancestral prescription in the hands of the village chief.
"Wang Jin...are you really a high school student?"
He Yuan hesitated several times before she couldn't help but interjected and asked.
After seeing Wang Jin beat up the fourth-level warrior in a white suit like a chicken, He Yuan and Wang Jin could no longer get along with each other as casually as before.
She couldn't imagine that a teenage high school student could really have such strength?
She even had some doubts as to whether the outstanding-looking boy in front of her was already several dozen years old, but he just had a baby face.
Wang Jin chewed the milk candy gently, and the rich taste of milk spread in his mouth. He nodded gently: "Of course, I am a senior student in Yuancheng No. 2 Middle School."
"Yancheng No. 2 Middle School..." Although she had never heard of it, He Yuan silently wrote down this name.
There was a vague feeling in her heart.
A few months later, after passing the college entrance examination, she discovered this unknown school that she had never heard of before.
Perhaps it will break into people's sight like never before, like a comet hitting the earth.
"Brother Wang, what kind of medicinal materials do you want to buy?"
The village chief asked, with a bit of confusion on his wrinkled face.
"I'm looking for a medicinal material called Dofuyuan."
After Wang Jin finished speaking, he saw a look of confusion on the village chief's face, as if he had never heard of this medicinal material at all.
He thought for a while and gave the village chief a rough description of the specific appearance of Tu Fuyuan. While the village chief was still frowning and thinking, the daughter-in-law beside him said with some uncertainty: "Dad, what little brother Wang said is
Aren’t you from Heming Mountain?”
"Yes, it's Tuwazi!"
The village chief clapped his hands, with a look of surprise on his face: "Brother Wang, the Tufuyuan you are talking about should be the medicinal material we call Tuwazi. Wait a minute, I still have a few Tuwazi plants in my house.
Let me show it to you."
As he spoke, he got up and went to the back room. After a while, he brought out a few medicinal plants.
"Yes, that's it!"
The moment he saw those medicinal plants, Wang Jin's eyes lit up.
This is the medicinal material he traveled thousands of miles to find!
"If Brother Wang wants this native boy, wait until the people who go to the mountain to collect herbs come back. I'll ask them to wrap it up for you as much as you want."
The village chief breathed a sigh of relief, as this Tuwazi was indeed a unique medicinal material found only on Heming Mountain.
Although this kind of medicinal material only grows on Heming Mountain, the output is not low. If Wang Jin only wants this Tuwazi, he has the confidence that no matter how much Wang Jin wants, he can satisfy Wang Jin's needs.
"Village Chief, please don't worry."
Wang Jin gently turned the tea cup with one hand, smiled at the village chief and said, "I want to go to the mountain where the earth babies grow. Is it convenient?"
"To the mountains?"
The village chief was stunned for a moment. Although he didn't know the purpose of Wang Jin's request, he immediately nodded and said: "No problem. When the people who went up the mountain to collect herbs come back, I will ask them to take you there."
Wang Jin nodded slightly, lowered his head and drank tea quietly.
Soon, there was a noise outside the door, and a group of men in simple clothes came down from the mountain with backpacks on their backs. When they heard that such a thing had happened in the village, their eyes immediately turned red, and one by one they picked up the bags and rushed out.
It was Yaya's mother who stopped those people. After explaining the whole story, one of the men walked up to Wang Jin and actually made a move to kneel down in front of Wang Jin.
"Little brother, thank you for saving our village. You are a great kindness. We will remember it in our hearts!"
"It's just a little effort, no need to be polite."
No one saw how Wang Jin moved. Everyone felt their eyes blurred. Wang Jin had appeared in front of the man. Before the man knelt on the ground, he reached out to support him and said calmly.
"Okay, Erzhuzi, why are you doing this?"
The village chief scolded him softly, and then ordered: "Brother Wang wants to see the place where native dolls grow on the mountain. You can take Brother Wang to visit."
The man named Erzhuzi agreed immediately, stood up and enthusiastically led Wang Jin up to Heming Mountain.
Heming Mountain is not big, just a small dirt mountain, only a few hundred meters away from the village.
Wang Jin followed the man named Erzhu and walked along the dirt road up the mountain for five or six minutes before arriving at his destination.
"Little brother, this is the place where we usually pick earthenware seeds."
In front of the two people is an open space. The open space is not large, about a few hundred square meters. A plant with yellow stems and leaves is rooted here, swaying slightly in the wind. Looking around, it is roughly estimated that there are thousands of plants.
Look.
Er Zhuzhu pointed to the open space in front of him and said: "It's strange to say that in the entire Heming Mountain, only this small area has soil baby growing. We have also tried to transplant this soil baby to other places, but every time it fails.
It ended in failure, and it seems that this earth boy can only grow in this open space."
After he finished speaking, he found that Wang Jin beside him was staring at the open space in front of him with a look that he couldn't understand at all.
That look seemed to be the product of a combination of intense shock and incomprehensible emotions.
Wang Jin stared at the open space in front of him, and his heart was already filled with turmoil.
"This open space...is actually absorbing the spiritual energy between heaven and earth!"