Li Muyun did not mean to express his thoughts. Some things can only be understood but not expressed in words, and it would be boring if they were said. Moreover, according to the logic of the Three Fatty, even if they told him, they would probably only get a pretentious comment.

Seeing that the fat man couldn't understand, he gave up and sighed and continued walking in the mountains for a while. Finally, he came to a steaming hot spring near noon.

After leaving for about a morning, everyone felt a little tired. When they saw the hot spring, they felt relaxed all over. Mu Yu, who liked clean, ran over with a smile, scooped up a handful of hot spring water, washed his face comfortably, and then wet the towel he carried with him, and sent it to Li Muyun with a little embarrassedly: "Young Master"

Li Muyun took the warm towel and wiped his face, then smiled and said to Mu Yu, "Go and play! You won't be used here for the time being."

The little girl is only fourteen or five years old. In later generations, girls of her age were still in junior high school, so it was normal to have some playful thoughts. Li Muyun is not a mean person or a scheming person. It would be no problem to let her have the little girl play for a while.

The fat man was already tired and paralyzed at this time. He sat by the warm spring water, humming comfortably, forgetting everything around him.

As for the few accompanying guards, these guys had nothing to do. Seeing that they had arrived at the place, they dispersed themselves, fetched water, made fire, and started to prepare lunch in a busy manner.

"Hey, get up, don't pretend to be dead!" Li Muyun took care of himself and kicked the fat man in the lap: "I'm not here to let you lie down."

"Li Muyun, you have a grudge with me, right?" The fat man stood up several times before sitting up from the ground and hummed and scolded.

Li Muyun glanced at the fat man and raised his hand to point at the road: "I guess you can only stay here in the next few years. Don't you want to be familiar with your own territory?"

"What do you mean?" The fat man had a bad premonition.

"I plan to start from here and build a large villa group. Each villa is relatively independent, with cold and hot water supply, and community service for twelve hours." Before Li Muyun finished speaking, the fat man took over the conversation and said, "You might as well say that you can build a copy of the copy here and it's really a little more."

Li Muyun nodded and praised: "Yes, it's rare that you can be smart, and you probably understand it well. But I asked each villa to be more than five miles apart, and at least it would be necessary to kill and set fire inside and not affect other people."

"What does it mean?" the fat man asked back.

"The meaning is very simple, it is to ensure privacy and make every villa independent."

"No, the previous sentence!" The fat man pointed to his nose and said, "Why is it rare for me to be smart? Are you praising me?"

"If you have to think like this, what can I say?" Li Muyun spread his hands, then patted the fat man's shoulder, and sighed: "But if I were you, you wouldn't consider this issue, because you first need to build a road here, a very long cement road, at least two carriages in parallel, and it must be strong enough."

The fat man knew that he would definitely not be able to resist Li Muyun, so he gave up his struggle and asked as he accepted his fate: "What about the house? It's the villa you mentioned. How many buildings do you need to build? What kind of style?"

Li Muyun seemed to have already made a draft of this, and said without thinking: "The independent villa needs about fifteen buildings. Others need to be built with simple ones, and there is no need to have a particularly large courtyard. As long as you can stop the carriage and don't feel frustrated, as long as you go, I will give you drawings in retrospect. When it comes to spring, you just need to be responsible for building the road."

"How to ensure safety? According to your statement, even if you kill someone and set fire, it will not affect others. What if you do something if you make a move?" asked the three fat man depressedly.

Li Muyun curled his lips: "Safety? Do you think anyone can live in the house I built here? I'm not afraid to tell you that if you can't afford to support hundreds of thugs at home, you are not qualified to live here at all."

"No? You, you are so crazy." The three fat man was very depressed and vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say what was wrong.

But no matter what, the money is not his own anyway. If this bastard wants to build a house, he will build it. He will wait until he pays it as his pants before watching his joke.

While thinking, the fat man discussed with Li Muyun the difficulties he would encounter during the future construction. After a while, the food he would bring was hot. After everyone shared the food, he walked down the mountain.

Although the road they entered the mountain was long, it was not very steep. If the carriage was repaired, it would be possible to go up. However, the road construction required a lot of labor and materials. If there was not enough financial support, I was afraid that the road construction would be bankrupt before the house was built.

When everyone went down to the foot of the mountain, the sky had already darkened. When passing by Sun Simiao's Taoist temple, Li Muyun took a casual look inside, but found that the old Taoist priest was still sitting there, but basically all those who were queuing up, and there were only a few who were scattered. They probably didn't want to go there in vain and were still waiting there.

Compared with the hospitals and doctors who later said that they would take holidays and give money first and then treat the doctors, Li Muyun thought that Lao Sun was really good. Even if he didn't have any superb medical skills, his attitude alone was admirable enough.

Sun Simiao saw everyone from afar, nodded slightly to say hello, and then continued to treat his patients without any impatient expression on their faces.

Li Muyun was curious about seeing it, and couldn't help but take the people over again, standing beside the old Taoist priest watching him diagnose the disease.

The whole day had passed, but the old Taoist priest did not show any impatientness. He asked and answered the patient's questions and explained some precautions. Until the old Taoist priest sent away the last patient, it was completely dark.

After Sun Simiao gave everyone into the Taoist temple, he first cleaned his hands, and then came out to formally greet him, saying, "I'm sorry to wait for a long time, I'm so rude!"

Li Muyun returned a bow and sat opposite Sun Simiao on the cushion in the Taoist temple: "It's not a problem. The miraculous doctor hung a pot to save the world and saved the people. I admire him, but I don't understand something. I don't know whether to ask or not."

"If you have any questions, just ask me. I will speak everything, and I will say everything." Sun Simiao nodded and said.

Li Muyun frowned slightly, as if he felt that Sun Simiao, the old Taoist priest, seemed to have something in his words, but he was just holding the attitude that it was better to have less than more things. He did not ask more, and asked for a moment, "I think the miracle doctor seems to have been treating patients from morning to now, and he does not charge any medical fees. Why is this?"

"Haha" Sun Simiao laughed loudly when he heard this, twisting his beard under his jaw and said, "The prince doesn't know anything. I am obsessed with medical treatment and study hard. However, one of the medical treatments is vast. If you just work behind closed doors, it will be difficult to make progress. Therefore, I will visit the fifth day of the lunar month and the sixth day of the lunar month, aiming to see more cases."

After hearing the old Taoist priest's words, Li Muyun became more fond of him. The old Taoist priest did not deliberately raise himself up and said how noble he was. Instead, he told the truth, saying that he was just to see more cases. Although he was a little straightforward, he proved from the side that this old Taoist was a real person.

But what Li Muyun couldn't understand was why Sun Simiao only diagnosed with the fifth day of the first lunar month and the sixth day of the first lunar month, so he asked out the questions in his heart.

As a result, Sun Simiao sighed and said, "I want to see more patients, and there are many cases, but I can't stand the power of being poor at times? I really can't buy finished herbs on the market, so I spend most of the time in the mountains. First, I can find out if there are any medicinal materials I have never seen before, and second, I can also pick some herbs for later use."

Smart people often speak very simply. Li Muyun quickly heard Sun Simiao’s implicit meaning. What is inability to buy finished medicinal materials is just one of the reasons. Another important reason should be that there are too many people offended by free medical consultation, so they can only stop at the right time.

After all, Sun Simiao was able to sleep in the open for medical treatment, but others could not do it. There are still many people in Chang'an who rely on practicing medicine to support their families. If Old Sun had free medical treatment every day, wouldn't he have robbed other people's jobs?

Thinking of this, Li Muyun raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and a thought arose in his mind. He looked at Sun Simiao and said, "The difficulty of the miracle doctor is actually solved. It's just a bit abrupt. I hope the miracle doctor won't mind after saying it."

"Oh?" Sun Simiao looked up in confusion and looked at Li Muyun.

"I have always wanted to run a clinic, but I just struggled with the doctor who was unable to show off, so I have not started. If the miracle doctor has free time, I wonder if I can go out for a medical consultation?"

"This" Sun Simiao hesitated for a moment, and was about to say something, but Li Muyun continued: "Don't worry, the miracle doctor is there. As long as the miracle doctor comes to the clinic, it will be free for one day. What does the miracle doctor think this is the case?"

Now, Sun Simiao couldn't sit still, looked at Li Muyun with a burning look and asked, "Why?"

"No, it's just that my Chinese medical skills can be passed down through the ages." At this point, Li Muyun no longer continued to pretend, and looked at Sun Simiao and said, "The progress of medicine cannot be separated from people like miracle doctors, so I think the miracle doctor's time should not be wasted on collecting herbs."

There was a slight fluctuation in Sun Simiao's eyes, and after a long time, he asked: "Are you not afraid of offending others? After all, not everyone can understand your thoughts."

Li Muyun asked back, "Is the miraculous doctor who is afraid of trouble?"

Sun Simiao was stunned at first, and then smiled and said, "Haha, I forgot that the prince was angry and killed six Tubo guards with bare hands."

Now it was Li Muyun's turn to be depressed. He touched his nose awkwardly and corrected: "There are five, and one of them died of jumping off the building."

Sun Simiao smiled but said nothing. Obviously he didn't care whether Li Muyun killed five or six, but the matter itself.

But after laughing, the old Taoist still shook his head and continued to ask: "Why? Why should the prince help me so much? There is no benefit in doing this!"

Although Sun Simiao was obsessed with medical skills, he was not a fool, otherwise he would not have achieved such high achievements in medicine.

As the saying goes, there is no free lunch in the world, and the fact that pie falls from the sky only exists in legends. Lao Sun doesn't believe that anyone will help him regardless of fame and fortune.

Seeing that Sun Simiao refused to believe him, Li Muyun sighed with a wry smile, and said with his shoulders collapsed, "Old Sun, if I say that I am poor, plan to be rich and have a conscience, would you think I am bragging, huh?"

"Poverty plan, wealthy will bring conscience?" Sun Simiao was stunned at first, then laughed, and said for a while: "Forget it, I will agree to the prince!"

Li Muyun sat down with a drooping head, shrouded in frustration, looking at Sun Simiao with no idea what to say.

There are many people in this world who seem to exist in order to move others. They are well-known scientists such as Qian Xuesen, Deng Jiaxian, Qian Sanqiang, Zhu Guangya, etc. They do not care about fame and fortune, but rely on paper, pen and abacus to send two bombs and one satellite to the vast starry sky, and give everything they have for the great rejuvenation of China.

Every time I mention these people, even the most mean person, I have to give a thumbs up and praise: The backbone of the Republic!

Li Muyun thought he could not be like them, but this did not affect his doing something for such people. Sun Simiao's appearance made him involuntarily think of those scientists who ignored fame and fortune and were willing to be a ox for children. It was precisely because of this that he decided to support Lao Sun, at least to do his best to the strength of China.

However, he couldn't say anything about these, so he could only explain them with a very hated Fu Chang conscience. Fortunately, Sun Simiao understood it, otherwise he really didn't know how to continue.

It was already midnight when we returned to the manor outside the city. After a day of fatigue, everyone went back to rest. Li Muyun called Lao Xia and arranged for him to go to the city to buy a shop and prepare for the opening of the clinic.

Lao Xia couldn't figure out why his master had such a weird idea after going out. After all, the clinic is not as good as a restaurant. If one is not good, it will kill people.

Seeing that Lao Xia had been lingering, Li Muyun glared at him and said, "What? Is there anything wrong?"

"Prince, do you want to think about it again?" Lao Xia asked for advice in a tangled manner.

Li Muyunniu, timid: "No need to consider it. If you ask you to do it, just do it. As for the medicinal materials and doctors, I will solve it."

With Sun Simiao as the miracle doctor, Li Muyun didn't know who could compare with him in the clinic in Datang.

This feeling is like driving a Tesla sports car and an off-road vehicle. I can drive whatever car I want with my opponent. I have it all in the world. Even if I give up ten parking spaces, as long as the signal is issued, I can see my taillights and lose.

Seeing that Li Muyun was determined, Lao Xia could only go there with a firm attitude, and secretly prayed in his heart that the clinic would not be killed first, otherwise the fun would be great.
Chapter completed!