Upon hearing this, Chen Zhancai almost dropped his jaw in astonishment. "It's that simple?"
"Yeah, it's that simple. Did you really think a beast could have any ideas?" Chen Qingqing chuckled and shook her head. "Alright, now you know you're really sick!"
"No, I'm not sick. It's just that the question you asked was too tricky. If you ask me another one, I'm sure I can guess it."
"Forget it, you'd better stop guessing. It's pointless anyway."
"Please, Qing girl, this is the last time. If I still can't guess it, then it means I really have a mental problem."
"Alright, since you're still not giving up, then let's test you again."
As Chen Qingqing spoke, she suddenly remembered a funny joke she had seen before and almost burst out laughing. She thought she might as well use this joke to tease the fool.
Thinking of this, she cleared her throat. "Scholar, I'll give you a simple arithmetic problem. Listen carefully: There's a monkey riding on a tree and another monkey on the ground. How many monkeys are there in total?"
Chen Zhancai listened intently, surprised by how simple the question was. He wanted to answer immediately, but worried about giving the wrong answer, so he mentally calculated it several times before finally speaking.
"This time it's definitely true, there are definitely eight monkeys."
"Wrong again."
"What? You're wrong again!" Chen Zhancai's eyes widened in disbelief. "Seven on the tree, one on the ground, so how many is that if not eight?"
Chen Qingqing almost burst out laughing. "I meant 'riding' a monkey, the 'riding' of riding a horse, not seven monkeys."
"It's 'riding' a monkey, I thought there were seven!" Chen Zhancai was filled with regret. He had misunderstood such a simple question; it was truly inexcusable.
He frowned and shook his head, wondering why his brain wouldn't work.
She can't even answer such a simple question correctly. Could it be that, as this brat said, she has gone mad and has evil energy in her body?
Now it seems I was right, otherwise I wouldn't have been so slow-witted and clueless...
Chen Han's lips curled up uncontrollably, his entire face turning bright red.
He was practically suffering internal injuries from holding it in; wasn't his sister just teasing Chen Zhancai?
Such a tricky question, let alone Chen Zhancai, probably no one could answer it correctly.
Wu Baoan was also dumbfounded. This question was obviously tricky; no matter how he answered, it would be wrong.
It seems that Qingyatou is clearly playing a trick on Chen Zhancai.
Wu Baoan saw through Chen Zhancai's arrogance but didn't say anything. Chen Zhancai's arrogance really needed to be taught a lesson.
Chen Qingqing chuckled and asked Chen Zhancai, "Scholar, do you believe you're sick now? If you still have doubts, I can give you a few more questions to test you."
"No need, my head is hurting a bit right now, I probably won't be able to guess it anyway, so let's just forget about it!"
Chen Qingqing raised an eyebrow. "Headache is to be expected," she said. "That's a joke, anyone who answers that is confused."
"Alright, you'll have to bear with it. I'm going to give you acupuncture now."
"No, no, no, you really can't prick me anymore." Chen Zhancai shuddered as he looked at the gleaming needle. "Qing girl, I believe I'm sick, but pricking my fingertips really hurts too much. Can you find another way to treat me?"
Seeing Chen Zhancai trembling all over, Old Mrs. Chen felt a pang of heartache.
She really wanted to suffer in her son's place, but if she didn't cure his insanity, the Chen family's future would be completely hopeless.
She quickly stepped forward and smoothed Chen Zhancai's hair, offering words of comfort with a loving expression.
"Son, stop making a fuss. Our family will depend on you for the future. If something happens to you, how will your mother live?"
"Mother, it's not that your son doesn't want to get treatment, but the pain from these needle pricks is unbearable. If they keep going, I'm afraid I'll die from the pain."
"You'll have to bear the pain, because you're sick!"
"No, I really can't take it anymore." Chen Zhancai shook his head and looked at Chen Qingqing, his face full of pleading. "Qing'er, I'm begging you, can you think of another way to get rid of the evil wind besides acupuncture?"
Chen Qingqing felt relieved, but the pain in her ten fingers was excruciating.
But a few needles wouldn't be enough to kill Chen Zhancai, who never lifts a finger or sets foot in the dust of the seasons!
Today, I'll humiliate him thoroughly and make him lose all face.
Having made up her mind, Chen Qingqing pretended to think for a while.
“There are other methods, but I’m afraid the scholar won’t accept them.”
"What method? Tell me quickly. As long as it doesn't involve needles, I can drink the herbal decoction eight times a day." Chen Zhancai's eyes lit up.
Old Mrs. Chen was overjoyed to hear this, "There are other methods? That's wonderful! Why didn't you say so sooner, my son has suffered so much."
Chen Qingqing snorted coldly, "Although acupuncture is painful, it works quickly and can completely cure the illness in less than half an hour. Other methods are slower, and most importantly, they might affect the scholar's reputation."
"What's the value of face? Health is the most important thing." Chen Zhancai quickly interjected, "Qing girl, hurry up and tell me. As long as it's not needles, I'll agree to whatever method is used."
"Wait a moment." Chen Qingqing looked at Old Mrs. Chen. "Does the family agree?"
“I agree. I’ll do anything to cure my son’s mental illness.”
“Alright, then let’s use the second treatment plan.” After saying that, Chen Qingqing suppressed her laughter and ordered, “Go and find some fresh white sage.”
Grandma Chen was taken aback. "What is Bai Lingxiang?"
Chen Qingqing said, "You don't even know that? Bai Lingxiang is cow dung, and cow dung is Bai Lingxiang."
“My family doesn’t raise cattle, and I need fresh ones. Where am I supposed to find that?” Old Mrs. Chen was at a loss. She looked up and saw Liu Laohan in the crowd, and hurriedly called out, “Old Han, hurry up and go home and get a pile of cow dung.”
"Okay, you wait here." Knowing that saving lives was the priority, Liu Laohan turned and left the yard.
Chen Zhancai was puzzled and couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Why is this brat looking for cow dung?"
Are you suggesting we make him eat cow dung?
There's no reason to treat someone with feces; that's just blatantly mocking them!
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but ask, "Qing girl, what do you need cow dung for?"
Chen Qingqing said with a serious expression, "Of course it's to cure your illness. Cow dung is also known as Bai Lingxiang, and it's a Chinese medicinal herb."
"Don't do anything reckless. That thing looks disgusting. How can you swallow it?"
"Who told you to eat it? I'm going to use the white angelica to prepare a good medicine."
"It's fine if you don't eat it." Chen Zhancai breathed a sigh of relief, his doubts gone.
Before long, Old Liu hurriedly returned, put the bamboo basket he was carrying on the ground, and said, "Qingya, I brought the freshest, steaming cow dung from my cowshed. This half basket should be enough for us, right?"
Chen Qingqing smiled and nodded, "It's enough, more than enough."
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