Song Ruier took these words as an indication that his hand was about to fully heal.

At this rate of recovery, his bones should be set in less than a month. While not fully recovered, there's a good chance of at least a 70-80% chance.

It will not delay the palace examination two months later.

The shopkeeper handed him a large bag of medicine: "Divide it into thirty equal portions. Boil it three times a day and use the resulting broth to soak your wrists for half an hour each time. After ten days, just wait for it to heal naturally. No more medicine will be needed."

Song Ruier left with the medicine.

However, after taking two steps, he turned back to look at the shopkeeper.

"You may know me. Don't tell anyone that I came here to treat my wrist. If I become successful in the future, I won't forget to take care of Xuanhu Medical Clinic."

When he went to the clinic for treatment, he had to register his name. Although he used a fake name again, what if he was a child prodigy with a great reputation and the shopkeeper recognized him?

In reality, the shopkeeper was busy in the clinic all day and had no idea that there was a scholar named Pang You, let alone that the other party was using a false name.

He found the other person arrogant and found it somewhat amusing, but he maintained a humble demeanor on the surface.

He clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Young master, please rest assured that we will keep all personal information of the guests who come here for treatment confidential."

Song Ruier nodded: "It's good that you know your limits."

Then he left.

The shopkeeper stared blankly at the other person's figure, a cold smile playing on his lips. Anyway, everything was fine at the Xuanhu Medical Clinic, and whatever happened afterward had nothing to do with this place.

Although her right hand could be cured, Song Ruier was still very upset.

At a time when he was riding high and his house was always bustling with visitors, he hadn't seen many people lately because he needed to hide the news of his broken right hand.

Otherwise, he could make friends with more scions of prominent families and get closer to them.

"Qiao Yunni, Qiao Lian'er, one day I will make you pay back a hundredfold, a thousandfold for what you have caused me." Song Ruier said viciously as she immersed her right hand in the broth.

Now it's spring planting season, and everywhere is lush with grass and birdsong, with buds sprouting from the branches, presenting a thriving scene.

The underground river dug in Xuan County, Queyuan Prefecture, splits into seven major branches, which in turn divide into countless smaller branches, ensuring that farmland in every area of ​​the county has abundant water for loosening the soil and irrigating.

As for Tai County, the newly developed underground river has several times more abundant water than the Bo River, which has greatly benefited Tai County.

Watching the water flow gurgling into the farmland, the soil becoming soft, and the people working effortlessly with expectant looks on their faces, Qiao Lian'er was also in a good mood.

This is the value and significance of benefiting people.

In addition to irrigation, she also provides seeds and fertilizers, which are free in the first year, and a small fee is charged from the second year onwards.

This autumn, both regions are expected to have a bumper harvest.

Queyuan Prefecture is located in the southern part of the country, and its climate is much warmer and more humid.

The grass is lush and green, and the mountains are full of wildflowers, whether they sprout from the branches or grow on the ground, creating a riot of colors.

Pei Shijiu tied the picked flower branches with grass and added some green leaves to the bouquet for decoration.

"Many varieties are not available in the suburbs of Beijing."

Qiao Lian'er took the bouquet, brought it to her nose, and smelled it; it had a faint fragrance.

The dewdrops shimmering on the bouquet added to its rustic charm.

Then look at him; he's covered in pollen—yellow, pink, and purple—on his cuffs and hem.

Qiao Lian'er reached out and brushed the pollen off him, only to find that it had stuck on even more firmly.