"Thank you!"
Upon hearing Er Zhu speak, the bodyguard repeatedly nodded and thanked him, seemingly forgetting about his shattered hand.
"Get lost! Don't let us see you again!"
The villagers glared fiercely at the bodyguards, gritting their teeth as they waved them away.
After the bodyguards left, all the villagers exchanged glances, their faces flushed with shame. Their eyes were filled with guilt.
"We're sorry, Er Zhu, it's all our fault for being so foolish..."
The villagers, thinking back to everything that had just happened, were filled with regret.
"It's a good thing you exposed their scheme in time, otherwise..."
Another villager stepped forward, wiping the cold sweat from his brow. He couldn't finish his sentence.
They had been so furious just now. If Wang Xiao had gone to confront Liu Changfa in person...
The man shivered, shaking his head frantically, trying to banish the terrifying thought from his mind.
"Uncle Liu, gather all the villagers."
Er Zhu didn't say anything, merely scanning the villagers before his gaze settled on Uncle Liu.
This whole affair was Wang Xiao's plan. Er Zhu certainly wouldn't blame the villagers.
He had deliberately said what he did earlier to take the opportunity to find the person who had stirred up trouble.
"Thank you, Er Zhu. Er Zhu, you are truly a capable person, magnanimous like a prime minister!"
Hearing that Er Zhu wasn't holding a grudge against them, the villagers clasped their hands together in gratitude.
Soon, Uncle Liu had gathered everyone in the village. The villagers looked at the mess around them, full of confusion.
"These are all rare medicinal herbs with a root age of over a hundred years. Does anyone have spare land to plant them?"
Just as the villagers' murmurs reached a crescendo, Er Zhu drew everyone's attention to the precious medicinal herbs.
"We have spare land, but these herbs are so precious, will they be difficult to grow?"
"Yeah, this is a rare treasure that's hard to come by in a hundred years. What if we ruin it? Wouldn't that be a waste?"
"I'm not planting them. We earn over two hundred thousand a year, which is pretty good. I don't want to take this risk!"
The villagers, looking at the large, plump, rare herbs, felt worry instead of excitement.
If they were ordinary medicinal herbs, they would have been delighted, but these were different!
No matter how capable Er Zhu was, he could never shorten a century-long gap!
"That fertilizer is still effective for these rare medicinal herbs. Plant them if you want, or don't. It's up to you."
Er Zhu nodded slightly and, saying only this, squatted down to sort the rare treasures.
He had originally wanted to make the villagers even wealthier, but since no one believed him, he would plant them himself!
Then, he could sell these medicinal herbs and also use them to treat the sick and save people.
"Er Zhu, Er Zhu!"
As soon as Er Zhu finished collecting the precious herbs, he suddenly heard someone call him. He looked up and saw the old Mr. Wang from the pharmacy rushing towards him.
"Er Zhu, do you have any hundred-year-old ginseng? If you do, sell it to me quickly, I'll buy it at any price!"
Mr. Wang leaned against a large tree, panting, his eyes filled with entreaty.
Was Mr. Wang asking him for medicine?
A flicker of surprise crossed Er Zhu's eyes.
Mr. Wang's pharmacy was the largest in the entire town. Let alone hundred-year-old ginseng, he even had several thousand-year-old ginseng.
He had never imagined that Mr. Wang would ask him for medicine!
But in an instant, Er Zhu seemed to understand, and his expression returned to calm.
No matter how complete the stock of medicinal herbs, there would always come a time when they ran out, especially for such rare and precious herbs that were hard to come by!
"I have some, but I don't recommend you use it directly. You can cut it into pieces and plant it."
Er Zhu generously handed a hundred-year-old ginseng to Mr. Wang, whose eyes widened in shock.
"Er Zhu, are you crazy? If I plant it, I won't be able to use it either."
Mr. Wang stared at him with his aged eyes, a hint of confusion flashing in his shocked gaze.
He was already over sixty years old. If he planted it now, he would have to wait until he was one hundred and sixty years old to harvest hundred-year-old ginseng.
One hundred and sixty years old! How many people in this world could live that long!
"You don't have to wait a hundred years, it'll be ready in half a year. Come home with me, and I'll explain in detail."
Er Zhu naturally saw through Mr. Wang's thoughts. Before he could speak, Er Zhu added.
Mr. Wang was a bit confused. Although he didn't quite believe it, seeing Er Zhu's confident demeanor, he followed along.
"So foolish. Old Mr. Wang believes that kind of nonsense!"
"Exactly, Old Mr. Wang is just senile!"
"Tsk tsk, do you think Er Zhu has gone crazy again?"
As the villagers watched Er Zhu and Mr. Wang walk away, they continued to mock them.
Although Uncle Liu's face turned green with anger, facing Er Zhu's almost crazy pronouncements, he didn't know how to defend him.
While the villagers were mocking Er Zhu and Mr. Wang, Mr. Wang had already followed Er Zhu to his home.
"Take that fertilizer and go home to plant it."
Er Zhu pointed to the prepared fertilizer in the corner, then gestured to the ginseng in Mr. Wang's arms.
"Oh, hehe..."
Mr. Wang's eyes were filled with doubt, but thinking of Er Zhu's superb medical skills, he didn't know how to refute him.
Moreover, he desperately needed the hundred-year-old ginseng to save his life!
"If you believe me, hurry home and plant it. If you don't, you can use the ginseng. The decision is yours."
Seeing Mr. Wang's confused expression, Er Zhu didn't explain further, leaving him with just this sentence.
"I'll plant it, I'll plant it!"
Hearing Er Zhu say this, Mr. Wang rushed to get the fertilizer and left in a hurry without even saying goodbye.
"Er Zhu, what are you holding now?"
Just as Er Zhu was about to go inside, Li Mei, who had heard the voice, came out of the house. Her eyes looked at the medicinal herbs in his arms with confusion.
"Sister Mei, let's go to the backyard and plant these precious medicinal herbs."
Er Zhu didn't explain anything, just said this, and then walked towards the backyard.
Li Mei was also stunned. A flicker of doubt crossed her eyes. She wanted to say something, but in the end, she said nothing.
In the blink of an eye, a month passed. As Er Zhu was preparing to go to town, a black car stopped in front of his house.
Some villagers saw Mr. Wang get out of the car and quickly put down their work to come and watch the fun.
"There's a good show to see today. Those ginseng must not have been planted successfully, and Mr. Wang is here to settle the score with Er Zhu!"
"That's right, I heard that just a month ago, Mr. Wang's traditional Chinese medicine store was vandalized because a shortage of medicine delayed a patient's condition!"
"Yes, I heard about that, and it wasn't just one store that was vandalized!"
These words swept through the entire village like a storm. In no time, a crowd of onlookers had gathered around Er Zhu's house.
At this moment, Wang Xiaofeng helped Mr. Wang out of the car. Behind them stood two burly bodyguards!