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

With the tacit understanding of Zhao Zhizhi and Wei Shao, this embarrassing incident, which was merely "insulting to politeness" in Zhao Zhizhi's mind, was quickly revealed.

When Zhao Zhizhi lowered his head and was upset, he did not see the deep attachment and affection in Wei Shao's eyes. It was as if he saw the cutest and most touching girl in the world, and he could only tolerate all her little habits without any dislike.

Wei Shao was very fortunate to be able to see Zhao Zhizhi at the first sight when he woke up.

With his eyes open, Zhao Zhizhi looked a little confused and extremely lively.

Midsummer has gone far away along with the surging waves. Now it is the time of summer and autumn. It is still green and green, but the heat wave in the air gradually dissipates, and only a slight wind wave is rolled up when it blows over the window sill.

Zhao Zhizhi pulled up the table and looked out, feeling relaxed and happy.

Wei Shao went out to prepare breakfast, and Zhao Zhizhi stayed alone in the upper room of the best "Tianzi No. 1" in the fishing town. If he poked his head out a little, he could see the cries of the fish market in the early morning, and the salesman pushing the wheel of the trolley. There is also the fishing town dialect mixed in and always serving as the background sound.

The memory that had finally come back to her mind after a long absence was recalled. She thought of the small village that was almost unable to survive the famine, of the big locust tree whose branches were crushed by her when she first crossed over, and of the Zhao family's family. In the small courtyard, I can even think of Li Xiucai and Yaoniang occasionally.

Good or bad, they are all missed.

So when Wei Shao came in with a lunch box, he saw Zhao Zhizhi with smooth and shiny black hair, turning around from the window sill, his eyes as bright as black grapes blinking, "Wei Shao, let's go back to Xiaohe Village. Let’s take a look, okay?”

Wei Shao felt so warm in his heart, as if he had turned into pieces of light feathers. He helplessly raised his index finger and slid it on the bridge of Zhao Zhizhi's nose, "Okay. We will leave immediately after eating. I will send a message back to the village chief and others so that they can be prepared."

Zhao Zhizhi originally thought that the Heavenly Medicine Sect was far away, but now going back to find Xiaohe Village was like running from one end of the world to another. Unexpectedly, the two of them walked and stopped, and it only took them a day and a half to reach the end of the world. I saw the familiar village entrance from a distance.

The epitome of the famine years seems to have been flicked away by the fingers of the gods who lowered their eyes with mercy. There is no cracked earth here anymore, and there are no skinny corpses that have lost their breath wherever they fall.

There are only large swaths of surging rice waves and white rice flowers, and everyone's face is filled with happy smiles.

The moment he almost saw Zhao Zhizhi and Wei Shao's clothes, the village chief Zhang Shilong rushed up with a group of people who came to greet them, and Doutou wanted to pay their respects.

Zhao Zhizhi was startled, and no matter how quick his eyes were, he could only help them up one by one, and quickly winked at Wei Shao from the other side.

"Zhizhi and I just came back to see if everyone is living as they wish. You don't need to be formal, and you don't need to treat us like high-ranking outsiders. Just feel free to do it." Wei Shao understood.

Zhao Zhizhi nodded fiercely, pulled Zhang Shilong and felt that he finally saw his family. A lot of words were babbled out for a while.

"Is Aunt Liu in good health? She always gets cold feet every winter. I left you a prescription before. Did you supervise Aunt Liu in time to use it?"

"Ah, does Zhang Ma's cooking still taste as good as before? Ah - she's not here."

"Is it easy to grow food now? Is there still a shortage of food?"

"Did something big happen in the village? You have to enforce the law impartially. You won't let everyone be wronged, right?"

When Zhang Shilong saw Zhao Zhizhi, in addition to his deep expectations, he also felt inexplicably uneasy about being "inspected." He thought he had prepared a satisfactory answer, but when he suddenly saw someone, tears welled up in his eyes.

"Very good, girl, everyone is doing well."

Zhang Shilong burst into tears and said, "Every year and festival in the village, we always think of you and how sad our life would be without you. I think that when you were still strong, your figure really gave us a sense of security. Now go out." Why have I lost so much weight after so long..."

Zhao Zhizhi's smile couldn't help but pause at the corner of his mouth.

This guy, when I chose him, I valued him for being honest, not talking too much, having a kind heart, and being a fair judge of right and wrong. Who would have thought that after not seeing each other for such a long time, she would turn into a verbose person who is "honest and tells the truth more". She would say everything to others. She, Zhao Zhizhi, doesn't want to lose face, right? He looked at Wei Shao with a sullen face. He was surrounded by a group of villagers. The simple villagers started playing tricks one by one without caring about his identity. They pulled him to ask questions about his parents' shortcomings. There were also naughty children clinging to his arms. He hugged his arms, not caring at all about the brocade clothes that looked like they were densely sewn with fine gold threads.

Wei Shao also helplessly sent her a look asking for help.

Zhao Zhizhi suddenly laughed out loud.

Smiling and smiling, the corners of his eyes became sparkling bit by bit.

People cry over all kinds of things all the time. For example, one's own grievances, such as the fate of others, when it is rare to shed tears because of joy, this kind of sadness is coated with a light golden yellow, and people call it perfection and contentment.

Zhao Zhizhi felt that maybe he should be more content.

She was just about to tell Wei Shao that we should go back to the capital to see her father and brother at our next stop, when she turned around and saw Zhang Shilong's expression suddenly becoming serious.

"I really shouldn't trouble the girl again."

Zhang Shilong always looked extremely serious when talking about business. Zhao Zhizhi usually laughed at him, but now, a strong sense of uneasiness was conveyed to Zhao Zhizhi with Zhang Shilong's thick eyebrows, causing her to subconsciously restrain her eyebrows.

"Not many people came today." Zhang Shilong turned around and gave Zhao Zhizhi a little more view, so that she could have a panoramic view of the village entrance. "It's because a strange disease suddenly appeared in the village these days."

An hour later, the second Wang family in the west of the village.

Zhao Zhizhi withdrew his pulse-diagnosing hand from the silver wire with a solemn expression.

She looked at Wang Er, who was lying on the bed with barely audible breathing across a screen, and waved to Zhang Shilong, who was standing anxiously aside.

Zhang Shilong had a good brain and understood immediately. He followed Zhao Zhizhi out of the room and finally closed the door cautiously.

Zhao Zhizhi only asked in a low voice, "How long has this been discovered? What were the symptoms at the beginning?"

Seeing Zhao Zhizhi being so serious, Zhang Shilong immediately became 100% respectful, "I discovered it half a month ago. But Wang Er has a bit of a weird personality. He doesn't usually interact with everyone, he doesn't have a wife, and he doesn't have anyone around him." A caring one."

"I'm afraid that by the time we find out, it will be too late."

Zhao Zhizhi nodded.

There was only a silver wire between her when diagnosing the pulse. As soon as she put her hand on it, she felt that the pulse was extremely disordered. It did not match the standard symptoms such as sinking pulse, floating pulse, slippery pulse, etc. It was just chaotic.

It was so messy that there were countless drums buried under the flesh. Every time the blood circulated, it was like hitting the meridians with a drumstick. Blood vessels are fragile and cannot withstand such abuse.

However, it is easy to treat.

She felt helpless and rubbed the Miao silver whistle Amul gave her back and forth for a moment.

It is truly a gift of a rose that leaves a lingering fragrance in your hands.

If this isn't a typical Vandora poisoning, what is it?