Entering the bully's den, she changed her life by farming!

Chapter 25

Zhao Zhizhi didn't use too much water and only washed away the fresh blood so that she could see the depth of the wound.

She thought there was only one wound, but the situation was more serious than she imagined.

There were at least four or five stab wounds, which was why the bleeding couldn't be stopped.

Zhao Zhizhi no longer hesitated and started directly to stop the bleeding.

There are many herbs used to stop bleeding, and the more common ones in the mountains are Panax notoginseng and Imperata cogongrass root.

It stands to reason that she should dry Panax notoginseng or Imperata cognac roots and grind them into powder, and then sprinkle them on the wound for the best effect.

But the current conditions are limited, so she has no choice but to streamline the process.

Enduring the bitterness of the herb, Zhao Zhizhi put the Panax notoginseng in his mouth and chewed it, chewing up the leaves while retaining the juice.

Then, she spit out the chewed Panax notoginseng on her hand and gently applied it to Li Xiucai's wound without changing her expression.

After staring at the juice of the herb mixed with the blood, Zhao Zhizhi took out the anti-inflammatory herb and applied it on it in the same way.

The flavors of the two herbs merged in his mouth, almost making Zhao Zhizhi vomit.

From a perspective invisible to others, Zhao Zhizhi glared at the unconscious Li Xiucai and whispered:
"If I hadn't seen you dying, I wouldn't have suffered this."

After calming down, Zhao Zhizhi turned his head as if nothing had happened and looked at He Xiuer, who looked slightly pale after vomiting, "Come here."

He Xiuer's eyes widened suddenly, thinking that she wanted to help herself, so she hurriedly shook her head, "No, I can't."

Zhao Zhizhi couldn't help but rolled his eyes, "Who cares whether you can do it or not? Your skirt is already torn. Tear off a long strip for me."

He Xiuer breathed a sigh of relief and obediently tore out a wide and long strip of cloth from the other side of the skirt and gave it to her.

Zhao Zhizhi raised an eyebrow, took the strip of cloth and quickly and skillfully bandaged the wound.

She stood up and rubbed her waist, grinning as she felt a sore numbness.

After returning to normal, she said to He Xiuer, who ran to Li Xiucai again: "It's done, you can take the person back."

He Xiuer pursed her lips, her eyes still wary of her, "Don't forget what you promised me."

Zhao Zhizhi was untying the bag when he heard these words and frowned at her, "What did I promise you?"

He Xiuer suddenly became excited, "You said that when Li Xiucai wakes up, you will let him think that I saved him. Don't deny it again!"

"Oh, so that's what happened." Zhao Zhizhi threw the bag to the ground and looked at her with a smile, "Let's see how you behave."

He Xiuer's face turned red from holding it back. Before she could find fault, Zhao Zhizhi spoke first:
"Take the remaining herbs back and boil them three times. Boil the water for the first time, filter out the residue and boil it for the second time. Pour out the thick soup and boil it for the third time. Mix it and feed it to him to drink."

After saying that, she turned around and left leisurely, regardless of He Xiuer's reaction.

However, she underestimated He Xiuer's jealousy after all.

It was still early, so Zhao Zhizhi walked slowly back along the village road.

If she hadn't agreed to He Xiuer, she could have used this visit to gain fame.

However, for someone like Li Xiucai, she really didn't want to admit that she had saved him.

For some reason, when he came to a fork between a mountain and a village road, Zhao Zhizhi turned around and turned onto the mountain road.

This mountain road leads directly to the dead end, but Sheng planted a large peach forest inside.

It used to be the favorite place for men, women and children in the village to go to relax.

Now it has become a barren land, with no grass growing, and the land is as dry and cracked as ant nests. It is spread in all directions and it is unbearable to look at it.Zhao Zhizhi wanted to take one look and leave, but she didn't want a figure as dark as the moon to suddenly catch her eye.

The man holding the branch in his hand has regular features and cold brows. He is as respectful as a god and can only be watched from a distance but not played with. He moves like a king fighting in all directions, and his whole body is covered with violence.

Although he had long known that Wei Shao was anything but ordinary, Zhao Zhizhi was still so shocked that he froze in place and did not dare to move.

Wei Shao had long noticed that someone was coming. He just felt that the person was not a threat to him, so he ignored it and concentrated on completing his combo.

After stopping, he inserted the branch into the crack in the ground and turned to look at Zhao Zhizhi.

Wei Shao was stunned when he found out it was her, then softened his cold expression and walked towards her slowly.

"Miss Zhao." A unique voice suddenly sounded in his ears. Zhao Zhizhi suddenly came back to his senses and subconsciously took two steps back.

However, there was already a raised cracked ground behind her "waiting for the rabbit."

Caught off guard, Zhao Zhizhi fell backward uncontrollably.

Wei Shao's thick brows furrowed slightly, and he stretched out his long arm, easily grabbing her, pulling and loosening her so that she could stand firm on her heels.

Realizing that he had been embarrassed in front of him again, Zhao Zhizhi thanked him with a wooden face: "Thank you, young hero."

Finally, she thought of something again and explained quietly: "I didn't mean to disturb you, I just happened to be passing by."

As soon as she finished speaking, she realized that something was wrong with this sentence.

But if she changed her words too deliberately, she could only pretend that nothing had happened, look away without changing her expression, and say nothing.

Wei Shao's behavior was different from that of the rough men in the village. He cupped his hand in a very polite manner, "It's okay, Miss Zhao, don't worry, this is not my private place."

"Oh, okay, I'll go back then, you can do it yourself." There was nothing special about Zhao Zhizhi's words or expression.

It was only when she walked that everything was revealed, and they all became the same person.

Wei Shao followed her silently, and when he saw such a funny scene, he just pursed his lips without warning.

The two returned to Zhao's house one after another, and Zhao Zhizhi got into his room without looking back.

The moment she closed the door, she seemed to have finally found a way to breathe, gasping for air, and the temperature on her face began to rise sharply.

Opening her mouth and howling silently for a while, she patted her face, threw herself on the hard stone bed, and tossed the quilt over and over.

What I was thinking in my heart was expressed unconsciously: "How could there be such a handsome man!"

Even in her time, she should be admired by thousands of people.

Wei Shao's deep and handsome face suddenly appeared in Zhao Zhizhi's mind, and his smooth flow when playing with tree branches appeared again.

The beating of her little heart was hardly noticeable.

But she knew very well in her heart that even though Wei Shao deliberately restrained himself, he would occasionally release a majesty that was not ordinary people's, intentionally or unintentionally.

This kind of person is completely different from her status, so Zhao Zhizhi has never expected any other relationship.

She just wanted to fulfill her promise to Wei Shao and remove the toxins from his body as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, Zhao Zhizhi lost his pink mood, and instead felt a little disappointed.

"We are destined to meet each other thousands of miles away, but if we are not destined to meet each other, we will not meet each other." Zhao Zhizhi read out these two proverbs with a bitter face.

Fortunately, she had a strong ability to regulate herself, and she was back to her full swing soon.

(End of this chapter)