Can't Afford to Offend My Scheming Disciple

92. Settle down

Translator: Alanese Fantasy

“I’m sorry.” The woman was embarrassed.

“By the way.” The woman seemed to think of something, “Don’t call me madam either. In our village, just call me Mrs. Zhang.”

“OK, Mrs. Zhang.” Zhuo Hua answered.

“You are still injured. Lie down first. If you have anything, let’s talk about it when you get better.”

Zhuo Hua could only lie in bed now, so he had to obey.

In the evening, Mrs. Zhang’s husband came back after getting his work done on mountains, and he was very happy to see Zhuo Hua awake.

Mrs. Zhang was cooking while Zhang Xiangyang was chopping wood. The little girl was making a fire aside. Looking at the busy and happy family, Zhuo Hua cracked a smile unconsciously.

Three months later.

Zhuo Hua’s injury had healed, and he could get out of bed and walk. In the past three months, he had often come out to walk around. Almost all people in this village knew him. After all, this was the first time they got to see an outsider.

One day, Zhuo Hua said goodbye to Mrs. Zhang and Zhang Xiangyang.

“Kid, where can you go? This place is isolated from the outside world. You shall live here.” Heaing that Zhuo Hua was about to leave, Mrs. Zhang advised.

“Mrs. Zhang, there’s nothing I care about outside, but it’s too much of a hassle for you if I stay here. I’m going to find a random place in the village and build a cottage. After all, it’s inappropriate for your daughter, Ke’er, and I, an unmarried man, to live in the same house, or there will always be some gossips in the village.”

Having been here for more than three months, Zhuo Hua had known some customs of this village.

Zhang Ke’er was their daughter, and in a few years, she would be at the age of getting married. If there were some rumors in the village, it was really bad for her.

Mrs. Zhang was a little hesitant, “OK, but please wait for my husband to come back. We can find some people and help you build a cottage.”

At last, Zhuo Hua chose a place by a brook near the village.

The villagers were very warm-hearted. When they heard that Zhuo Hua was going to build a cottage, they all came to help. In less than two days, they finished setting up the cottage.

Zhuo Hua thanked the people in the village and looked at his home. He couldn’t believe that he could live this ordinary life one day.

Mrs. Zhang sent him some articles for daily use. After all, the village was self-sufficient, and he needed some necessities.

Zhuo Hua asked Mrs. Zhang for some seeds of vegetables and grains, and required how to grow them. Then he started his new life.

It was not sowing season, so Zhuo Hua went fishing every day. The villagers sent him some things from time to time. In this way, his life wasn’t too bad.

However, there was no slightest fluctuation in his spiritual power. As he could feel hunger and needed food to supplement nutrition, he should have lost all his cultivation. Now he had become an ordinary person who would die of illness.

And Zhuo Hua’s body was getting worse and worse day by day. No matter how thick the quilt was, he still felt cold at night.

Even worse in winter, Zhuo Hua didn’t dare to go out at all, and his whole body was cold and painful, just like he had been in the Cold Spring that day.

For the first winter here, when Zhang Ke delivered something to Zhuo Hua, she found that Zhuo Hua had fainted, which scared the villagers. They invited the village doctor to check on him, and Zhuo Hua’s symptons showed it was the sequela left by soaking in the Cold Spring for a long time.

“As long as you don’t fall into the water in the future and take good care of yourself, you will be well. However, it may be a little difficult for you to go through winter. Once you fall into the water again, even immortals can not save you.” The doctor said so to him before he left.