late at night.

After washing up, Xu Qingzhi entered the spiritual space.

She was no longer surprised by the seven large chickens flying around overhead.

She looked around and took a look at the fresh, authentic chicks in the chicken coop.

There is nothing wrong with the big cats watching the hatching chicks these days. The chicks are just a few days old, have fluffy yellow fur, and are very small, just like a normal chick should look.

As for the vegetable plot, because the seedlings had been moved out, that plot of land was left empty, which looked particularly awkward. She ordered the crow, "Go get the vegetable seeds from the warehouse and sprinkle them there."

The crow stood proudly on the branch.

"Caw~" Master, this crow needs to rest, just let them go.

It flapped its wings and commanded seven big chicks to sow seeds like a general commanding his soldiers.

As a result, the naughty chicks completely ignored the instructions and flew around in the sky chasing each other and having a lot of fun.

The crows flew up and flapped their wings one by one, and only then did they restore the order.

But they couldn't help but make a "chirp, chirp, chirp" sound, and soon they started fighting with each other, just like two unruly children.

Xu Qingzhi was worried about giving the job to others, so he said patiently, "Of course you can rest, but you have to take care of them. They can't do as well as you do. You have to keep an eye on them and check them carefully. After all, you are their mother crow."

Praising and flattering is another layer of moral shackles.

The more the crow listened, the more he believed this to be true, so he led his seven chicks to sow seeds.

Xu Qingzhi skillfully brought two chickens over, cleaned them, made a primitive fire, and skewered the chicken legs, chicken bodies, and chicken wings with sticks. He pinched a spell, and the chicken began to roast automatically above the fire.

The big cat glanced over here and could hardly hold back its drool.

The owner hasn't made roast chicken for them for a long time. Meow, meow, meow, it smells so good~ Xu Qingzhi went to the medicine garden on the other side again.

It can be said that she has almost all Chinese medicinal herbs here, and some medicinal herbs do not need to be planted at all, and can be found by going to the dense forest.

After all, the foxtail grass that can be seen everywhere on the roadside can be used as medicine, but she didn't plant it specifically.

She muttered to herself: "South Star, Atractylodes, White Mustard Seed, Amomum Villosum, Magnolia Officinalis, Rhizoma Anemarrhenae, Pinellia, Radish Seed..."

Then she made a gesture with her fingers in the air, and the little white paper man flew in the air and processed the herbs according to her instructions.

In the end, all the medicinal materials were melted into the size of Liuwei Dihuang Pills, and the round pills lay in the transparent glass jar.

The next day, Xu Fuqiang went to get money to send to his sister-in-law after breakfast.

Xu Qingzhi took out the transparent glass jar from his pocket and said, "Dad, take this to my aunt. It will help her illness. Take two pills at a time, three times a day, after meals."

Xu Fuqiang was stunned for a moment, then took it immediately. Without asking any questions, he just said, "Okay, I'll send it to her."

Xu Fuqiang didn't ask, and Wang Yanmei didn't ask either.

This has become an unspoken understanding among the family.

Of course Xu Qingzhi can do more.

But the sufferings in this world are endless.

Grandpa wants her aunt to be well, and her father also wants her aunt to be well.

But when it came to this, my aunt still felt sorry for the money and was unwilling to go to Kyoto for treatment. She thought that it was better to wait for death at home than to waste money on medical treatment. She had no sense of self-help.

That was all Xu Qingzhi could do to help.

(End of this chapter)