Chapter 873 The King of Medicine in the Northwest

"Uncle, why don't you give the peanuts back to the child? I'll bring you some when I finish cooking them."

It's just some spicy peanuts, nothing special.

On a cold day, only the old man sat alone at the village entrance. With the New Year approaching, he was all alone, which moved Lin Yuesha to pity.

In the past, in Chenjia Village, there was an elderly man who had no children and did not come out all winter. When the villagers went to look for him, they found that his body was already cold.

No wonder people say that raising children is for old age security. In Daqi, having children doesn't guarantee they will be filial, but having no children at all will lead to a miserable old age.

Lin Yuesha discussed the matter with the old man, but unexpectedly, the old man threw out a piece of silver and said to Tiedan, "If you feel that copper coins are not enough, I have silver."

One silver ingot could buy countless spicy peanuts; this business is bound to be profitable.

Unexpectedly, Tie Dan remained unmoved and insisted on getting his spicy peanuts back.

"Tiedan, your father is looking for you. You and Gangdan should go back first, and leave things here with Sister Lin, okay?"

Tie Dan listened to Lin Yuesha's words and finally followed his father, turning back to look at her every few steps.

"Sir, you need to marinate the chicken before grilling it."

A whole chicken, if not marinated and rubbed with salt, will be tasteless and not tasty at all when roasted.

Lin Yuesha took the chicken, used her dagger to make incisions on the chicken, applied the seasonings she had brought, skewered it with twigs, and put it on the fire to roast.

After waiting a while, the temperature rose, and oil sizzled out from under the chicken skin.

"Little girl, are you injured?"

The old man stared at Lin Yuesha and Jiang Baozhu for a while, then took Jiang Baozhu's pulse and described her symptoms in a fairly accurate way.

There's no shortcut to healing injuries, and all he could offer was a box of Jade Complexion Cream.

"You roasted the chicken for me, and you don't seem to be lacking in gold or silver. Since we're destined to meet, I'll give you a box of Jade Complexion Cream."

The old man took a small porcelain bottle out of his purse and handed it to Lin Yuesha.

This item is very rare; even old men don't have much of it. Making the Jade Complexion Cream requires a variety of medicinal ingredients, and it can restore any wound, unless it's a cut that exposes bone.

"I know who you are now, you are the King of Medicine in the Northwest!"

Lin Yuesha initially thought the old man was a fraud and didn't take his words seriously.

Jade Complexion Cream is extremely rare; even the Great Qi Imperial Palace only had a few bottles, making it exceptionally precious.

When she saw the porcelain bottle, she remembered seeing it at Wuya's place. They had even gone looking for the person, but they had come up empty-handed. Unexpectedly, they encountered the Medicine King in Wucheng Village.

"Little girl, you actually know your stuff. I thought you were going to mistake me for a con artist again."

The old man laughed heartily and waited by the side as Lin Yuesha diligently helped make the roast chicken.

He had no other hobbies but enjoyed drinking a little wine and eating some good food, so he couldn't stay in the valley and always had to go out and travel.

It's not his fault. His disciples and their followers are fine at making medicine, but when it comes to cooking, they're all at a level that would burn down the kitchen.

"Old man, why don't you come back with me?"

One bottle of Jade Complexion Cream isn't enough; there are so many sisters from the Forty-Eight Villages. Back then, Lin Yuesha tricked people into coming here, and the sisters have been working quietly behind the scenes.

The scars on his face represent a shameful past. Even if a general amnesty is granted in the future, he will still be unable to live a normal life with the tattoos of a prisoner.

Lin Yuesha wanted to lure the man back first, treat him well, and then make demands.

The Medicine King has about a hundred disciples. If they were to join the soldiers of the Great Qi, it would solve a major problem. There would be no shortage of wound medicine, and the medicine would be several times more effective than any medicine on the market.

What are the benefits of going back with you?

The old man wasn't stupid. Knowing that Lin Yuesha had something to ask for, he had nothing better to do than go anywhere, depending on what kind of treatment she would receive.

"With war breaking out on the northwestern border, it's a bit difficult to enjoy delicacies, but I can make something that others definitely can't."

Lin Yuesha's culinary skills don't rely on words, but on actual ability.

The old man's attention was drawn to the roast chicken in front of him. He smacked his lips, shook the wine jug in his hand, inhaled the aroma of the roast chicken, and took a sip of wine.

After much persuasion, the old man decided to give Lin Yuesha a chance.

After settling the old man in, the villagers began their feast.

Qi Heng and Lin Yuesha offered toasts to the villagers to thank them for their assistance with the supplies for the soldiers in the Northwest, which had relieved their urgent needs.

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Qi Heng blindfolded Lin Yuesha and took her to a flat area on the edge of the village, wanting to give her a surprise.

Qi Heng's hands were warm, and this warmth was contagious. Lin Yuesha's cheeks and ears turned red. Being teased in front of the villagers made her very embarrassed.

"Alright, open your eyes and take a look."

On the vast white field, tiny lights twinkled, and after dark, they looked like stars in the sky when viewed from afar.

The wind was gentle, which suited Qi Heng perfectly. The red and white candles mingled, reflecting in the snow and forming patterns.

Beside it, two flagpoles were planted, with large red lanterns hanging from them, casting a warm halo of light on the snow.

Qi Heng felt that simply enjoying the scenery was too simplistic, so he came up with a plan: he dug a hole under the red candle and buried small gifts inside.

Treasure hunting on a snowy night? Lin Yuesha's eyes narrowed into crescent moons, eager to try.

There are a total of 120 red candles, and 20 of them have something buried underneath them. Whoever digs it out gets to keep it.

"Did you prepare this?"

Lin Yuesha rubbed her hands together, closed her eyes, and made a wish over the candle.

She hoped that next year, the war in the Great Qi would be won, the world would be at peace, and the people would no longer have to suffer the pain of war. She hoped that her family would be safe and happy, and that she and Qi Heng... well, it would be good if things remained as they were.

After making a wish, Lin Yuesha went inside first.

Each person only has three chances.

Qi Heng reminded Lin Yuesha to think carefully before making a choice, because not all candles hold treasures; some are empty.

"good."

Lin Yuesha walked to the candle, stood down, and dug a hole with a small shovel.

The first pit contained nothing but a note.

Lin Yuesha opened the note, which read, "A painting by Qi Heng will be awarded as a reward, and the winner will be used as a model."

That means that she was the model, and Qi Heng was the one painting her picture, but no matter how you look at it, she was the one who was at a disadvantage.

"Congratulations, this is the biggest prize inside."

Qi Heng rarely paints, but he was willing to paint one for Lin Yuesha.

"So, I got a great deal?"

I heard there are music boxes, jewelry, silver coins, copper coins, and food such as chickens and ducks down there.

Lin Yuesha had all these things; what she enjoyed was the process of treasure hunting.

They dug twice more, one of which was of Qi Heng's painting, which aroused Lin Yuesha's suspicion.

"You didn't put paintings in every single pit, did you?"

There are 120 holes in total. Dig two and you're guaranteed to hit the target. The odds are incredibly high.

Fortunately, there was a purse buried in the third pit. When you opened it, there was another purse inside, a purse inside a purse.